NYE - Post Two

[wildlyconflictd]

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so

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[not_the_s]

Last year this time, he'd had this friends around him and everything had been great, except for the lack of powers. Now...well, now he was fighting on and off with Cassie, even though that was a step up from not talking much at all, he had a dad, even if that dad was Lex Luthor, and he was short a best friend and a third wheel to his other one. In short, life could have been better. But life always threw him hard knocks and he always bounced back from them. It was just what he did. And he'd bounce back that time. And if it meant doing the rounds for the party and talking to everyone he could see, then so be it.

"Hi," he said to the person next to him, without even looking to see who it was. "I'm Kon."

[not_the_s]

"Dude, who are you again?" Kon teased. "I've never seen you before a day in my life." He winked and nudged Roxas. "Okay. I'm determined to meet people. And by 'people' I mean girl people." And oh, there was a story behind that one, but unless he asked, he wasn't going to volunteer the information. "So, point out people you think I should meet."

[maybe_youll_die]

The best thing about New Year's Eve, as far as Wednesday's concerned, is that as much as the place is suddenly festive and decorative and full of loud and uninteresting people, there is always a corner to be found somewhere that's more to her own festive tastes: a little darker, a little dustier, a little more like home.

Maybe this year, if she's very lucky, there'll be electrical clamps and torches and shackles on the wall.

She just needs to wander through the entire party until she finds it.

[wormholed]

John joined her when she paused in the middle of the room, her eyes never settling long on any one part of it. "Hey sunshine," he said around his straw, permanently connecting him to the drink in his hand. "Looking for something to eat?"

[maybe_youll_die]

"I don't have an appetite yet," said Wednesday, looking up at the bright decorations over their heads. "But I will soon."

The way she said it, it sounded perfectly ominous.

[wormholed]

"For destruction, right?" John grinned down at the top of Wednesday's head, apparently unperturbed by the dark intent in her voice. "Man, you'd dig Guns and Roses. Had a guitarist named Slash."

[segaboybrodie]

Brodie LIVED for this shit. He'd been mentioning New Year's Eve to people who hadn't been around to see it on the island before, but in the back of his mind, he hadn't been able to help but think that the island was going ot pull a fucking switcheroo on them and send a goddamn MONSOON instead. Or it'd turn out to be like that story with the monkey hand, where everything awesome you wished for turned out to fuck with you in some way.

Though now that he was on his second full Dixie cup of booze, Brodie was pretty sure it was a normal New Year's Eve. At least as normal as things got on Shit Pit Island.

He made his way through the crowd, greeting both people he knew and people he didn't.

[callofkaren]

"Brodie," Karen half yelled, grabbing his arm as he passed by to stop him, "Brodie, you have got to try this champagne I found, it's amazing." She wasn't sure what the hell it was or if it was even from the same universe as regular champagne, but Karen already loved it.

[segaboybrodie]

Brodie downed the rest of what was in his Dixie cup-- some mixture of rum and coke or some shit-- and held out the cup, like Karen was about to transfer the contents of her glass. Wasn't like it MATTERED anyway. Brodie was well on the way to too drunk to care.

Though not drunk enough to pull that Wolverine mask shit that he'd pulled a few months back. He was lucky to still be alive, and he doubted there were many people who'd gotten that kind of mercy from someone who routinely SNIKT'D the shit out of people when he was bored.

[callofkaren]

Karen poured half her glass into Brodie's Dixie cup happily, knowing there was still a whole bottle of the stuff left. "Try it," she said, even though Brodie already was, and she finished off the little bit left in her own glass.

[jim_halpert]

Jim had always felt a little out of place with big parties. He'd had Samantha lately to distract him for most of them, but Pam had her at the moment, leaving him among the big crowd. He did grab the Philly cheese steak he spotted on a nearby table, though - it was hard to resist.

He had just turned around when he realized he was about to bump right into someone. He barely managed to not get the food he was carrying all over the person.

"Hey, sorry," he apologized immediately, wincing. "I didn't get anything on you, did I?"

[realnicetrip]

Given Harry's own general lack of stability, it was a wonder that they didn't both go skidding to the floor, but disaster was somehow avoided.

"I think you got a bit of cheese on me," Harry said, and lifted his sleeve to his mouth to lick off the stain. "Yeah, that's cheese. Don't worry, it's gone now." He peered over at the offending foodstuff which had smeared upon him in the first place. "Holy crap, is that a Philly cheesesteak? I haven't had one of those in years!"

[jim_halpert]

With how messy it was, he was relieved that was all it way.

"There's a whole line of them right over there," Jim said, motioning to the table he just walked away from. Unsurprisingly, the cheese steak he just took was already replaced somehow by another. Jim didn't ask questions on this kind of night. "They look good, too."

[realnicetrip]

"Aw, yes!" Harry promptly scuttled over to grab one for himself, coming back holding it carefully balanced so no cheese or steak fell out of the edges. He took a bite, and made a loud, appreciative noise.

"Oh, that's good," he said. "Damn, I'd hate to be one of the chefs round here, knowing the island's a better cook than them."

[wildlyconflictd]

Pepper Potts looked worried.

Seeing as how there were a number of things about her daily life that had the potential to be worrying, this might not be exceptional, but given that Pepper was currently mingling amidst a crowd of pleasantly drunk revelers, it was somewhat odd. Martini glass in hand, she craned her neck to scan the ever-shifting, jubilant bodies around her.

[segaboybrodie]

"Jesus fucking Christ, I thought this was a party," Brodie remarked, catching sight of a worried looking Pepper Potts. If there was ANY night on the island when people shouldn't have looked like somebody kicked their fucking puppy.

[wildlyconflictd]

"It's such a continual relief to know that I can always rely on your gentle and discreet nature, Mr. Bruce," Pepper calmly replied as she daintily flipped an errant shock of hair from her eyes. Sarcastic though she may have been, Brodie nonetheless brought with him the benefit of distraction, such as it was.

[segaboybrodie]

"That's what I'm here for," Brodie said, taking a sip from his cup. He was due for another refill soon. Maybe this time, he'd just go with Coke.

"So what's with the long face?"