Gremlin Party, Unexplored Wooded Area, Sunday Evening

[fh_office]

The strange spell lifted as the sun came down, and left dozens of gremlins looking confused and bewildered all over the island. They skittered home quickly to tell tales of their terrible, no-good-day. Soon, a decision was made, and lo and behold, just an hour after sundown, signs started to appear everywhere reading SORY and WE MAKE IT UP TO U,

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Arrive/Mingle/Boggle

[fh_office]

It's... definitely atmospheric here, and the gremlins seem genuine in their intentions, at least?

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Boggle

[cracksmostly]

Well, Merrill certainly seemed to believe the gremlins were genuine. (She'd missed the whole thing, having gotten lost on the sixth floor of the dorms for, well, most of the weekend. Creators only knew how she'd managed to find her way down here.)

She was settled down to one side of the clearing, next to a tree, cross-legged on the ground and telling a small group of gremlins how nice they seemed.

. . . sigh, Merrill.

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Boggle

[ihaveniceteeth]

Gwen had had a very handwavey long day dealing with gremlins, so she wasn't entirely sure why she'd come to this terrible idea in the making in true Torchwood fashion.

Then another Welsh accent had caught her attention and she'd seen what Merrill was doing. "I'm not sure that's really the best idea, miss."

[I had to.]

Re: Arrive/Mingle/Boggle

[cracksmostly]

Excuse you, there was no such place as Wales in Thedas.

"Why not?" asked Merrill, who was in no way qualified to judge what was or wasn't a good idea. "They're perfectly friendly. And they threw us a party!"

[[*cackles* NGL I was hoping for a chance to do this.]]

Food And Drink

[fh_office]

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Food And Drink - Food

[fh_office]

There's a huge spread here of cooked meats and vegetables and pie. Loads of pie, for some reason. And a cheese that radiates sadness.

Re: Food And Drink - Food

[gladigotburned]

At some point fairly early on in the party, a large bird came swooping down through the clearing, divebombed the table, and then flew off again; anyone listening closely might have almost thought its cawing sounded like a triumphant cackle.

Something hit the table with a thunk as it passed overhead.

So don't mind the potato, lying there in the middle of a plate of grapes and yelling "Bird! Bird! You can't trust them, they're evil! Someone get that bird!" in a tinny, digitized voice that emanated from the collection of wires and electronic components attached to it.

"Oh," GLaDOS said after a minute or so to get her bearings. (Stupid tiny potato processor.) "Well. Isn't this nice."

. . . please don't eat the tiny, starchy, misanthropic AI, either.

Food And Drink - The Good Punch

[fh_office]

Hey, look. It's a large bowl of normal, unspiked punch.

Dancing

[fh_office]

No DJ here, no sirree. Just a bunch of gremlins really enthusiastically smacking drums and singing off-key.

Re: Dancing

[anarchist_queen]

Orlando, Goth Satirist/Singer and her trusty sidekick/accompanist Caliban managed to convince the Gremlins to let them perform a song.

A darkness falls over the land

Shadowy Corners

[fh_office]

If you want to lurk... or pretend you didn't drink the bad punch earlier.

Re: Shadowy Corners

[cantgetnorelief]

Look, Anders hadn't meant to drink the bad punch. He just got a little bit distracted and went for the wrong stuff.

It was probably a good thing for everyone that his stint of thinking he was a stripper only lasted until he stepped on a protruding root, lost his balance, fell headfirst into a tree, and knocked himself unconscious.

So at least he still had his boxers on this time, but . . .

Well, let's just say that a few gremlins ever so helpfully scurried off and came back with a couple of boxes of Sharpie markers.

[[HAD TO. GO AHEAD AND DRAW ON HIM.]]

Re: Shadowy Corners

[fates_jaye]

You'd think Jaye had matured since high school, but no. Not really.

So she autographed his leg. If he'd been naked she would have signed his ass, but she'd at least respect the boxers.

Re: Shadowy Corners

[sith_happened]

Anakin, giggling a little under his breath, found a lampshade for Anders' head and wrote "BEHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD" on his chest in bright red letters.

OOC

[suitablyheroic]

Ain't no party like a gremlin party.

Re: OOC

[can_be_more]

EVERYONE DRINK THE BAD PUNCH.