[location: the stack house] time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted

[eggplantgout]

Jason Stackhouse had never been to college unless one counted a semester at tech school a university experience. He had however, watched plenty of movies that (many of them inaccurate) depicted college. This party was a new experience for Jason and he was damn well going to get it right.

The party would take place outside on the lawn in front of

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[bonescientist]

Brennan on the other hand has been to college, but has never participated in a keg party. She had always been too shy, too concentrated on her studies to engage in such pointless, drunken frivolity and too much of a weirdo - according to the other students, that is.

She's not quite sure what she's doing here. She'd been on a walk when the hip hop beat had piqued her curiosity to come take a closer look. She hasn't been invited (such a thing was likely needed, correct?) but the anthropologist in her is taking everything in with eager interest, observing this curious party keenly. She smiles a little, surprised and inordinately pleased as she spots the skull-shaped pinata hanging from a tree amidst the several other ones.

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[eggplantgout]

Jason didn't think Brennan would be the type to show up at a party, yet here she was. Maybe she was taking a rest from writing her sex book. He was genuinely glad to see that she seemed alright considering Angela's departure.

He approaches Brennan and offers her a cup of beer. "You thirsty?"

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[bonescientist]

Normally, Brennan would've have ignored the obvious revelry for she's never been very comfortable in crowds, but now she's willing to do what's necessary to distract herself from Angela's absence. And Jason was never going to stop calling it a sex book, was he?

She's so concentrated on observing that she doesn't notice Jason's approach until he speaks up.

"Oh," she exclaims, her gaze jumping from Jason's face (oh hey, someone she actually recognizes!) to the cup of beer and back to Jason again. She accepts the cup from him with a nod and a slight smile. "Sure. Thank you."

She chuckles just a little at Jason's attire, tilting her head curiously. "Is there a reason as to why you're wearing a sheet?"

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[eggplantgout]

The sex book is forever embedded in Jason's mind. Sorry, Brennan.

Why did everybody insist on asking him why he was dressed this way? Well then, he would just have to take on the role of educator. "It's a toga party! Like in the movies and stuff. If you don't wear a toga to the toga party it kinda doesn't work."

[tothelightshown]

DG had been a part time college student during her last few years in Kansas, but she hadn't been the sort of student to get invited to toga parties. She'd been too distant, too out of place, too busy dreaming of a life outside the dusty little city that she was supposed to call home. She knew the theory, though. It couldn't be that hard to put it into practice.

Dressed in a toga that she'd hatched a few short hours before, DG made her away up towards the house, admiring the piñatas as she walked. It must have taken them a long time to get this set up. She reached up to give the skull shaped creation an experimental poke with one finger.

[gunsnotvoodoo]

"You're supposed to hit them with a stick, not poke at them." Loki's just teasing, he gets that the piñatas are awesome. He has a toga on as well, although his ubiquitous hoodie is poking out from underneath, which kind of ruins the whole effect.

[tothelightshown]

"I was just warming up," she said, responding to the teasing with a good natured grin. "Besides, it's almost a shame to destroy them. They're really good."

She gave the skull a final experimental tap, then turned her attention to Loki properly.

"Hi. I'm DG."

[gunsnotvoodoo]

"Yeah, I didn't make them though, so it won't hurt my feelings or anything. Plus I figure it might be cathartic, with some of them." Like the Ratdude one, because the last episode Loki saw of his Ratdue cartoons sucked.

He sticks out his hand and grins. "Llll-" Fuck, is he still going by Larry or has he already given it away? Other things that suck? Bartleby not being around to remind him of stupid shit like that. "Aw fuck, it's Loki. Pseudonyms are stupid."

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[cheerioless]

Quinn still feels like she is in a nightmare, even though logic was starting to tell her it wasn't - even if the whole thing wasn't logical. She had been told the basics of the place, and wasn't sure what to think.

Since arriving she's taken to wandering aimlessly trying to collect her thoughts. Especially when it comes to Beth - her daughter, being gone. It wasn't that she was taken, she was just gone. ...was she dead?

She has no idea where she is, and doesn't really care. The sound of music suddenly breaks her from her thoughts, and she notices a sign in front of a house and people in ...togas?

For a split second she is angry. How can these people be partying with what she's going through?! Then she's afraid, how can these people be partying in a place like this?

But then parties mean booze. And she isn't pregnant anymore. Suddenly more than anything she wants to get completely and utterly wasted.

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[eggplantgout]

Well if Quinn wants to get wasted, she's in the right place. Jason walks over to the girl, happy to greet a new guest, but she doesn't look 21 and the cop in him feels guilty for supplying her with alcohol.

Then again, they aren't home, he isn't a cop here, and he drank like a fish when he was Quinn's age. When he approaches her he smiles. "Looks like you found the party. I'm Jason."

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[cheerioless]

If things were normal, Quinn definitely would have checked Jason out. Not that she didn't, she did - sort of. Her mind is still elsewhere, focused on trying to get all the answers, because the ones she has been given she doesn't want to believe. Try and find out where her baby was. And how to go home.

"Hi," she says, forcing herself to smile. She might be in some sort of freak place but she is still going to smile. She is Quinn Fabray, it's what she does. Smile and act like she and everything were absolutely perfect. "I'm Quinn, and I'm new." She eyes the toga. "Guess I missed the memo on dress code."

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[eggplantgout]

Jason waves the comment away, trying to ease any of Quinn's feelings of being out of place. "Aw, don't you worry about it. There'll be another party and if you wanna come I'll make sure you know what to wear."

He points behind them to the tables. "Did you want some food or something? I can get you a plate."

[biverbam]

It is very likely that this will be a crash course in toga parties for more than just Jason, as evidenced by one (1) River Tam wandering about the yard with a sheet draped over her shoulders like a shawl. (For the record, yes, she is also wearing something underneath the sheet.)

Eventually she stops long enough to eye the gummy bacon suspiciously.

[gunsnotvoodoo]

Loki wanders up and grins at the girl. Looks like the gummi bacon is a popular choice.

"That's more of a cape thing going on than a toga, but I like it. Maybe next time we'll do a superhero theme."

[biverbam]

Well, if you count gross and unappetizing but ultimately intriguing as 'popular,' then yes!

"No," said as she picks up an offending gummi and sniffs at it. "You'd need anomalous genetic structure and more spandex." ...River's theme party education is woefully incomplete, can you tell?

[gunsnotvoodoo]

That would be an acceptable definition in Loki's eyes, yes.

"Well by that reckoning, every toga-wearing person here would have to be either a teenage male or a candidate for office." He shrugs, and watches the girl inspect the candy. Normally he tries his hardest not to read the sins people carry around on their souls, because doing so makes it that much harder to pass for human around here, but he can't help noticing there's something unusual about this one. So his attitude is a little more restrained than normal, a little more like the role he plays when he's actually trying to be charming and persuasive. "I will admit, however, that there are some people in this city I'd just as soon not see in spandex."

[garg_elisa]

Once the sun went down and word had gotten out about the party, Elisa was there. It wasn't all that long ago (though with all the changes she'd been through, it seemed more and more like a whole other lifetime) that she had been a student at Columbia and had attended more than her share of parties.

She'd even put together a reasonable toga out of her bedsheet.

Music, beer, people... just like she had a life.

[eggplantgout]

Jason sees Elisa and bounds over to her. He's happy to see her and even happier to see that she's made a toga. Of anyone who might show up, she was one of ones he thought would not wear a costume.

Pleased to be proven wrong, but always the blunt one, Jason asks "How d'you get that toga to stay on?"

[garg_elisa]

Elisa can't help but laugh a little at that. "Very carefully and lots of knotting between my shoulder blades."

[eggplantgout]

Now that was dedication. "How long did it take you to do all that?"