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THIS IS NOT LATE sort of

Oct 06, 2008 09:23

Characters: Anyone, aka OPEN. This is just a setting.
Setting: Auditorium
Time: 7:00 Saturday Night? I guess. Backdated to then.
Summary: lalala see here, here, and here if you're super curious, but it's basically a party with everyone invited. :B
Warnings: ...None? Scratch that, the punch has just been spiked. 8|

EDIT: Decided this might work ( Read more... )

original (guy cecil), template (rufus shinra), original (princess kakyuu no tankei), *open, original (kula diamond), original (vaysh), original (fred weasley), original (ayumu "osaka" kasuga), original (george weasley), original (mio amakura), template (aerith gainsborough), original (rinoa heartilly), original (rock howard), original (sam monroe), original (k), original (riku)

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NEAR THE ENTRANCE justtheservant October 6 2008, 18:01:35 UTC

Guy hadn't been planning on going to the party, to be honest. Sure, he had seen the posters. They were pretty hard to miss. But... he just didn't have time for something like that right now. It was mere chance that he arrived, crashing through the doors before slamming them behind him, still shaking slightly. This building had been the nearest, and you know what they say- pickers can't be choosers.

The reason he was running in the first place? Well, that was simple. He was being chased by a group of girls. Not that they weren't nice or anything! He just... didn't like how close they were getting. Looking around, however, he decided this might make a good place to hide for a little.

"So, this is it, huh?"

versuslight October 7 2008, 00:22:53 UTC

Riku was, not for the first time, bored. He'd seen numerous posters for a party on his more recent strolls through the city and thought that if - and only if - he had nothing to do, he'd check it out. It turns out his means of entertainment for the day was counting the cracks on his bedroom ceiling, so he made his way down to the auditorium soon after no epiphanies of epic proportions took place.

And now here he was. It was unlike any party Riku had ever been to (not that he'd been to many) and he blamed this on the fact that the floor was layered with a purple mist. Oh well. He'd seen weirder. He shrugged to himself, spotting a nervous-looking character close by and deciding to approach him for lack of anything better to do. Guests seemed sparse for the time being-- why not?

"This is it," he said, in response to his question. The ghost of a smile pulled at Riku's lips.

justtheservant October 7 2008, 00:34:00 UTC

Guy turned, not expecting anyone to be standing so close. He was probably still panicking a little, as shameful as it was to admit it. Composing himself- not hard, now that he was a safe distance away from any women- he gave an easygoing smile. "It's not exactly what I was expecting."

What he meant by that was open to interpretation, mainly because he didn't have any set expectations.

It might not be a bad idea to hang around, though- see who else shows up, ask some questions... Even though he wasn't in a talkative mood right now, it couldn't hurt, could it?

versuslight October 7 2008, 02:25:55 UTC

Riku was impressed by this guy's ability to compose himself and even seem relaxed after appearing anything but five seconds earlier. Not that he understood why he seemed panicky in the first place. Riku, however, gave off his customary air of indifference, pocketing his hands to further this appearance. "I expected everything but the... purple mist."

He stared down at the offending mist, inhaling a few times through his nose to see what it could be. This gave him no results, and in lieu he asked, "What were you expecting?"

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IN THE GENERAL... AREA gredn0tforge October 7 2008, 00:27:45 UTC

George couldn't resist adding his own touch with the tables and mist, yet there was still something, well, missing. He supposed that any and all firecrackers, dungbombs, or other objects of mayhem incarnate were best saved for the end- but where was the harm in a few light tricks?

Wall shadows were always an easy way to amuse oneself, after all. Since the room hadn't filled up just yet, he used his wand to act out a dramatic scene on the far right wall. Every animal imaginable, living happily in their natural environments, each one melting into the next. Perhaps this wasn't quite the way muggles made them (didn't they use their hands or some such?), but it worked well enough.

Really, and they called this noise music?

SHOUTING AT A TABLE IN THE GENERAL... AREA forgenotgred October 7 2008, 00:38:12 UTC

It could hardly be considered a spill. A mere drop, more like, though the table was inclined to disagree. And Fred was inclined to engage in a heated argument for the fun of it. Said fun had to come to an end, naturally, particularly as the table began to rattle with aggravation. Wiping the liquid from the surface, Fred bid the furniture good day and meandered to the far right wall, stopping next to his twin.

"Your table has offended me," he commented, watching a rabbit leap across the wall. "Or perhaps I have offended it. I can't quite tell whose feelings are more damaged."

BRB TABLE WARS gredn0tforge October 7 2008, 00:45:46 UTC

"Arguing with a table, Fred?" George raised an eyebrow at his twin, vanishing the wallshadows that had so been keeping him company while Fred engaged in his fierce confrontation with the furniture, and turning to survey the damage. "You can't blame it, what with the damage that one drop might've caused."

He had to shout to be heard over the music- the pathetic excuse for music, that is- aiming now for the table next to the offended one. With a flick of his wand, it hovered several feet above the ground, the one in control of it turning to face his twin with a devious grin.

"I do hope this doesn't offend it."

OH BABY. forgenotgred October 7 2008, 01:00:54 UTC

"I took care not to bother the chairs, of course. They can get rather violent in less than a second." He had a hard time hearing himself over the music, let alone George. Did Muggles actually listen to that regularly?

Garish though it was, the noise could not deter him from a good table fight: mirroring his brother's grin, a second table (Fred could hear its protests) joined the other above their heads. It was time to make Charlie and Bill proud.

"I'd imagine it would." He waved his wand, sending his table head-on into George's. Both sounded very displeased with their current predicaments.

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BY THE PUNCH osmanthian October 7 2008, 00:41:40 UTC

Kakyuu stood by the punch bowl, looking at it as it changed different colors. Or maybe it was the lightning. She wasn't sure what it was.

Gingerly she took a cup and scooped some of the concoction into it, taking a sip. She gave a blink, then took a longer sip. Whatever it was, it was actually really good - and she couldn't help but get another cup as soon as she'd finished her first.

Re: BY THE PUNCH justtheservant October 7 2008, 00:49:40 UTC

Guy had finally wandered out into the party, being cautious to avoid the more crowded areas. He need to be free to leave if anything happened. With a sigh, not exactly out of exasperation, he found his way to the punch bowl- one of the less crowded areas.

Someone else was there, but she didn't look like she'd cause any trouble (or would at least keep her distance). He gave her a friendly smile as he poured himself a glass.

It sure didn't smell like anything from Auldrant.

Re: BY THE PUNCH osmanthian October 7 2008, 03:23:34 UTC

Kakyuu smiled back as she drank another glass. Whatever this was, it was really, really good. Nothing like she'd had before on Kinmoku, that was for certain.

BY THE PUNCH abucketofangst October 7 2008, 02:03:52 UTC

There was only one reason Sam would ever show up to a party. What was that reason? He expected certain things to be there, of course. Things like liquor and drugs. It was almost like an unwritten rule of partying, or at least that's how it was from his world. He was used to parties being like this.

But as soon as he entered the Auditorium, it didn't exactly look like a party. More like a school dance. He groaned and rolled his eyes. This was not what he was expecting, but then again, this was a weird city filled with even weirder people.

Well! It was a good thing Sam came prepared then. He dragged his feet over to the table with the punch bowl. In his hands was a brown paper bag with a glass bottle in it. It didn't look like a lot of people were here yet, so it was possible no one got to the punch yet. He ignored the two standing right near the bowl and pulled out the glass. It looked like Sam was just pouring a bottle of water into the punch but it was vodka.

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BY THE WALL BECAUSE MIO IS A NERD absentsymmetry October 7 2008, 01:44:22 UTC

Mio could not believe she'd actually come - parties had before the little "incident", but now she had no idea what to do at them, and was terrified. She wondered, vaguely, why that was. But she'd told George and Fred she'd come, and so she had. Mio kept reminding herself that she really didn't have to stay all that long. She'd never said she'd stay there the whole time, after all.

gredn0tforge October 7 2008, 01:52:27 UTC

Unfortunately for Mio, a party only brought out the best (or rather, worst) in George's sense of humour. Apparating beside her with a crack, he greeted her cheerfully. "Enjoying yourself, Mio?"

Whether or not she wanted to stay the whole time was out of the question. Overrated these days, free choice was. And he hadn't put up those posters for nothing, after all.

absentsymmetry October 7 2008, 01:57:47 UTC

She jumped with a very pathetic squeak and immediately covered her heart with her hands. She didn't think she'd ever, ever get used to that apparating thing Fred and George did.

"O-oh! George! Um..." Enjoying herself? Not really, but she couldn't say that. It would be rude. "I... Um... I guess so."

gredn0tforge October 7 2008, 02:02:34 UTC

She certainly didn't look like she was enjoying herself, but who was he to question her expressions? She might've just eaten something funny. Or been scolded by the table. Both were very likely situations.

George put on his most deeply devastated look. "All this time, and you still can't tell that I'm Fred?"

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BY THE, UH... PUNCH. YES. knowsacrifice October 7 2008, 03:33:18 UTC

It was almost sad that Mikaela couldn't remember the last time she'd been to a party, and that was exactly the reason she'd gone to this one. She didn't trust Fred and George as far as she could throw them, but a party was a party. She'd just promised herself to kill them if they pulled some sort of cruel prank or joke.

But she didn't recognize anyone, and so she found herself sitting by the punch, watching people instead of joining them, which was so out of the ordinary for her that she felt out of her element.

versuslight October 7 2008, 03:46:10 UTC

Riku's boredom often led him to do incomprehensible things. Such as going to parties he knew next to nothing about, planned and prepared by someone he didn't know at all. After wandering around a while, mingling with next to no one, he spotted a familiar face sitting in a chair near the punch. It took a lot of willpower for Riku not to run over to her.

Instead he walked, as casually as possible, towards his girlfriend, placing a kiss on top of her head. "Hey, Mikaela," he said, trying not to grin. "Care for some punch?"

knowsacrifice October 7 2008, 11:42:38 UTC

Mikaela didn't see the point of bothering to hide how happy Riku made her, and so she smiled as soon as she saw him, then grinned when he kissed the top of her head. "Hey, Riku," she responded cheerfully. "If you're offering, sure."

versuslight October 8 2008, 03:59:28 UTC

"I'm offering," he confirmed, already slipping past Mikaela to ladle some punch into two paper cups. He then sat down beside her, passing one of the cups over to her as he took a sip of his own. The taste of it actually made him cringe; it was fruity, yet it had traces of a dry, sharp flavor that he could feel going all the way down.

Riku had never had spiked punch before. He hoped the taste of it was his imagination-- or perhaps the juice had merely been made wrong. These were of course the thoughts that crossed someone's mind when they had next to no experience with being inebriated.

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