I've Been Gone With Who Knows Who Doing God Knows What [OPEN!]

[bounty_chaser]

Who: Samus Aran and EVERYONE
What: Party-hardying at Peach's Castle in the Eastern District
When: Friday evening to Saturday morning
Warnings: Idk, IT'S A FLIPPING PARTY IN THE HIZ-OUUUUUSE

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[stabbywheelfeet]

Okay. Maybe a party would do the trick. He was quickly running out of ideas.

And that was why the silver Corvette rolled to a stop in front of the castle. Instead of transforming into his usual form, the car flowed into a much more organic shape, complete with a sharp, pale grey, suit. If you see any marks around one of his eyes, it's just your imagination. There aren't any scratches.

He makes his way inside. Secretly, he hopes he'll catch someone's optic, but he isn't holding out that much of it.

[turian_honor]

At least Samus isn't the the only socially awkward one showing up. Really, he's just checking up on her.

He's armored, certainly not dressed in anything like party clothes. But hey, wouldn't you be armored, if you thought you were doing to be dealing with an angry, mutant, hanar? He'll just be over here. Making his way around. Trying to look unobtrusive.

/late late late sob

[agentminiskirt]

Aya pretty much had to see it with her own two eyes before believing it.

Yup.

This definitely was a party, without a doubt.

A party that Samus Aran of all people had thrown.

Who would have thought?

Recovering from her momentary daze, a particular familiar face suddenly drew the attention of Aya Brea. But then, with that scar and those scales, Garrus was a difficult face to miss. Not like the city was bustling with turian denizens.

“Funny. I never pegged you for random social outings.”

[leekspin]

[Some of the people in Nautilus have already been hit by the reality storm. One such person skulks into the door, wearing a pinstripe suit and an olive-green trenchcoat. One hand is stuffed into the pocket. The other hand is preoccupied with flipping a quarter, catching it, and flipping it again. The brim of the fedora lifts, and Vega "Two-Bit" Highwell grins. Gotta scope out da joint for da boss.]

[The oddly-female mobster struts in with shoulders rounded. Her hair is stuffed up into her hat to make her look a little less feminine, but there's never been much she could do about her chest. She heads for the buffet table, slipping the coin back into her pocket in favor of picking up a plate.]

Look at all da eats! Dey're gonna be talkin' wit' da fishes, heh heh heh.

[And she dishes up. ...So if anyone was wondering if she were fully conscious of her reality storm's role, that should make it obvious. Yes. She's aware. And she's terrible at it, but it's so much fun!]

[tobanai]

[Between Orihime's roaring '20s gangster getup and Tatsuki's red flapper ensemble, it was painfully clear the noir gods had made a mixup between the two somewhere along the line. That obviously didn't stop Orihime from having fun with it, of course, and it wasn't about to stop Tatsuki either.]

Well, well. Lookin' sharp there, handsome.

[leekspin]

[Orihime turns, her face full of cream puffs. She beams, ignorant of the smear of filling on her cheek, and finishes chewing and swallowing.]

Here's staring at you, kid!

[Orihime does the snap-point-wink-tongue click. That part, at least, she can get right.]

Isn't this fun? I love it!

[tobanai]

[There's a chuckle at that.] Geez. Your Bogart needs almost as much work as my Hepburn.

[She reaches out with her handkerchief, the origin of which was as much a mystery to her as the dress, and wipes Hime's cheek clean. Normally she'd just point it out and let her do it herself, but whatever was in the air decided Tatsuki should be the one to do it this time.]

Well, it's better than the last one, I can tell ya that. I could almost get used to this.

[biggestdouche]

He wasn't quite used to company like he had been before―in his old age, it was much easier to just enjoy the company of a few people―but the party didn't seem like an entirely bad idea at all. Festivities of Nautilus were nothing new to him (as he idly remembered the party just before Aya arrived back from the Labyrinth; long ago, faded away in a distance, it almost seemed), and even though he seemed to keep a more... casual approach lately, he never passed up the chance to wear a suit.

Even so, he still didn't bother to shave.

[doc_holi]

Holiday, even in the effects of the apparent storm, decides to go to the party. Why not? She said she would. Sure, Six has left, but it doesn't mean she can't go out and have fun... RIGHT!?

So, that's exactly what she does.

Though, as mentioned before, the storm is in full bloom on her, so instead of the smiling doctor, have the serious, long legged, tiny red dress, long haired woman with the red stained lips from all those detective movies out there. She may or may not have a gun on here, but at least she's ho- er, ehem, 'smokin'.

A smile does grace her lips at the look of the place, though. It's nice and she's always up for celebration. Even if it's just celebrating Friday.