I wanna rock and roll all night... [ OPEN ]

[inkstolen]

who ; All the partygoers from partytown and then a bunch of other people who just show up randomly.
what ; The Dave Formerly Known As Sprite's party, thrown in honor of his newfound normalcy!
where ; A rather large party space somewhere in Zone 6
when ; TODAY (before the teleporter-related body-swap event)
warning(s) ; Cake.

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[featheryasshole]

Dave stands in the middle of the room, decked out in an incredibly snazzy tuxedo, doing his best not to look uncomfortable as he waits for the guests to arrive. Normally he'd have no problem with the ridiculous over-the-topness of the party - it's ironic as all fuck - but he's still suffering slight aftereffects of the psychedelic weekend and all these visual stimuli are kind of giving him a headache.

[manipul8trix]

Vriska is behaving. Meaning that she's not making snide comments about the decor, she isn't sulking about other people doing something nice for her moirail, she isn't making plans to convince John that Marj is the Batterwitch aaaaaaaand she has (so far) resisted the urge to squash all the Sollux/Terezi/Eridan cupcakes into sweet cakey mush.

Not that doing any of these things has crossed her mind. At all.

"So. It's party tradition for at least one of us to do something hideously stupid, right? Dibs on it not being me this time."

[featheryasshole]

Dave is so very proud of his 'rail. Seriously.

"At least there isn't any booze here, so we should be save from drunken antics. And I'm not planning on doing anything hideous or stupid, so maybe we'll be lucky enough to get a pass on it this time?"

[manipul8trix]

"We'd need a lot of luck for that with our track record." Vriska grins suddenly - that grin. The one that usually means trouble. "Think I should gank it from all your party guests? That way they'll all be unlucky and way too distracted by that to notice if we do do something stupid."

That was, of course, a joke.

Probably.

"Speaking of other guests. Uh. Who else is planning on showing?" Keeping this light. Aww yeah. "Just asking. Out of alien interest. Yeah!"

[notjelly]

Camille isn't exactly sure whether she's supposed to bring food or not, but that's never exactly stopped her before. Anyway, it's a party--people can always use more food, right?

So here she is busting in, wearing a mostly human form with a frilly dress and six arms. Each arm is carrying a tray of something--baklava, fruit tarts, three different kinds of cookies, and chocolate cupcakes. The cupcakes are each decorated with orange and white frosting and topped with delicate little orange wings made from sugar. She misses the orange wings, but hey. Humans need to be humans to be happy, or something like that.

"Helloooo, I hope people are hungry!" she chirps, finding bare spots on the tables for her to set down her trays. She stops to admire the cake, whistling in approval.

"Now that is a spectacular cake! Puts my skills to shame, it does."

But anyway. Party time. Camille has to remind herself that she's not here to prank or scare anyone, but she makes no move to put the extra arms away.

[inkstolen]

"Camille!" Marjorie is in attendance, and doesn't even bat an eye at the extra arms. She's seen weirder, since showing up here, and besides; Camille is nice.

"Now, don't be modest," she starts, assisting with orange wing-cake placement, and very quickly becomes distracted, "Oh my gawd, these are adorable! Spun sugar is a lost art, I'm tellin' you."

[notjelly]

"Marjorie! My comrade in baking arms, so to speak!" She beams, really quite glad that someone on this Powers-forsaken hunk of metal can appreciate the delicate art of baking.

"Hu hu, it so is! Not like it's even that difficult, once you get the knack for it. I must admit, I shudder every time I spot those factory-made sugar monstrosities. Gobs of petrified frosting and little more."

[inkstolen]

"I know! You'd think the bastards could at least keep a li'l bit a syrup at the right temperature, but that's just too much fuckin' effort," She grinned. A girl after her own heart, "Don't even taste right, so fuck that excuse, am I right?"

[sopor_pies]

Gamzee brought food too. He brought pie.

Fortunately he also brought little signs with shitty handwriting that read, "DoN't EaT iF yOu'Re A mOtHeRfUcKiNg HuMaN! :o)"

Right now he's just going to stand here with his stack of pies near the entrance, however, because damn. That's a lot of colors and good smells and shiny things and it's kind of overwhelming.

"Holy all motherfuck, that's all being a motherfucking all party right up in this right here shit."

[memorymodus]

Cue Jade examining the pie. What could possibly be in them that humans couldn't eat?

"What is even in these, Gamzee? I mean-- what are they? Are they edible?"

[sopor_pies]

Gamzee eventually snaps out of the daze and sets the pies on--the floor since the table's waaaaay over there and COLORS. He dutifully sets down the little signs as well though, and looks up at Jade with a grin.

"They're all at motherfucking about being slime pies, my sister. Sopor slime and all that. I guess it's not all at motherfucking very good for you all pink star monkeys."

[memorymodus]

"Oh...I've never heard of it! Is it a troll thing?"

[moeclaws]

Nepeta had expended an inordinate amount of energy on the decorations, and now that the party had actually begun she was a little less energetic than usual. That didn't mean she wasn't cheerful, however; she'd situated herself on top of one of the tables and was happily kicking her feet in the air and smiling at everyone who walked in.

She was also attempting to give herself an energy jolt by infusing as much sugar into her blood stream as possible. It's highly likely that if you have something tasty on your place Nepeta is going to make a pass at it.

[manipul8trix]

Vriska is on a mission. A mission so furry very impurrtant important that she's willing to overlook the whole ninja-pirate thing for now.

It's serious business. Serious business involving meowrails and shippurrs and sweet shadowdropper Jegus are the cat puns starting already?

"Nepeta!" She swoops from the shadows with a grin - at least, as much as a ridiculous sparklefairy can swoop. "Got a minute for your faaaaaaaavourite spidertroll?"

[moeclaws]

Oh, it's Vriska. It's Vriska talking to her. Alone. Nepeta's eyes briefly flicker about the room to see if anyone is maybe going to elbow in on this conversation and chaperon her, but it looks like she's out of luck. Damn.

Well, there's plenty of people here. Someone was bound to notice if something dangerous happened, right? Of course. So she smiles at Vriska from around her cupcake and sets it down to talk.

"Sure, I guess so! What's up?"

[manipul8trix]

"Great! I'm in need of your expurr-- expertise. Your shipping expertise!" Vriska points back over her shoulder in the direction of the other partygoers. "Orange Dave and Jade. You ship that, right?" And, after a slight pause: "Way more than her and Dumb Pantsless Pink Dave, at least?"

[tempus_mutantur]

Parties aren't really Pink Dave's thing, but here he is, dressed in his -- finest? If anyone can make baggy hand-me-downs look cool, it's Dave. Sure, everything clashes spectacularly with his obscenely bright hair, but it's iron-

Well. It sure is something.

He's closer to the other partygoers than he wants to be, and you can probably blame his escort for that. Dave gives his new green hat a sharp tug, eying the rest of the party over the tops of his shades. So many people. But he's resigned to behave, even if it IS just for Jade's sake.

[memorymodus]

Jade thinks that Dave looks spectacular -- after all, her own mishmash isn't really anything to take seriously, either. She has a bit of a death grip on his arm, keeping him beside her as they take in the sights.

She dragged him in, and goddammit, he's not getting away.

"You look like you're going to be attacked by all these people. Relax, they are friends!" Reaching out, she smooths down the hat. It's lime green and pretty fuzzy, with a ridiculous number of holes -- Jade's first knitting masterpiece. "Besides, we're here for the cake!"

[tempus_mutantur]

One of his horns pokes through a hole in said masterpiece. Sort of defeats the whole purpose of wearing it, but for some reason he doesn't mind too much. Dave hooks a finger though the hole and adjusts his amazing headwear a final time.

"M'chill, Jade," he replies reassuringly, trying to drop all visible cues of discomfort. His gaze falls on the cake, which, while ridiculous as fuck, looks absolutely delicious.

"Are we allowed to just... go to town on that thing?" What is party etiquette? He's never been to a normalcy party before. Or... any kind of party.

[memorymodus]

She pets his head reassuringly, proudly grinning at her glorious creation. She thinks she did a good job -- hey, knitting in the round is really hard! And Jade couldn't be happier that Dave is actually wearing it. She was slightly worried that he'd turn it down completely.

"Okay, if you're sure. And I don't really know! I've never been to a party."