[OPEN] It's party time!

[drama8om8]

Who: Alan, Octavia and ALL THE PARTY GUESTS. ALL OF THEM.
When: Today, 8pm onwards
Where: The basement of Casa Del Hunter
What: PARTYIN PARTYIN YEAH
Warnings: Tomfoolery.



[ AWW YEAH IT'S PARTY TIME. Alan's house is fairly unassuming from the outside - only a lone balloon with a "16" printed on it betrays the fact there's a party going on. All invitees will be let into the house by Alan's mom and directed towards the basement.

Which is considerably more festive. There are twinkly lights everywhere, an overabundance of balloons and party decorations, and a hell of a lot of glitter. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that this is Octavia's work. It all looks very nice, if overly girly - with that, the table laid with a selection of party food and the music that's playing there's the makings of a decent party here!

Except booze. No booze. Not with Alan's mom on the case. ]

((OOC: wait a second while I set up subthreads ok good DONE, GO NUTS))

Comments

ARRIVALS

[drama8om8]

[ Give the birthday boy his gift! Talk to Mrs. Hunter! Marvel at the majesty that is the entryway of Alan's house! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[Mrs. Hunter is here to let you in, all smiles and welcomes. She's very curious to meet all of Alan's superhero network friends, so feel free to introduce yourself!]

[shortspoken]

[ After dodging her way past Mrs. Hunter by being extraordinarily uninteresting and incommunicative - HER TRUE SUPERPOWER - Ellie heads straight for Alan. Because what is mingling? Other than FOR LOSERS. ]

Happy birthday.

[ And she hands him... a plastic bag. Wrapping gifts is also for losers. At least the contents are pretty awesome - it's the survey corps cloak she echoed back a while ago. GOLLY. ]

[not_good_not_wicked]

[Despite recent developments, Marisa is in high spirits. She arrives relatively early, and hunts down Alan to pass on his gift.]

Hi. Happy birthday!

[Marisa's present is wrapped in Christmas paper, because that is all she had around her house, and is clearly a comic book of some kind, by size and shape.

It IS a comic book, as it turns out. A copy of one of the less well known DC/Marvel crossovers: Wasp-Boy Vs. Batterman! The title misleading, they don't actually fight. They square up to fight, but then realize that they are both good guys and that there's a bigger threat. The two team up, despite not liking the other's total lack of sense of humor/unprofessional attitude to take down some weird original villain who is spreading a super drug through New York. In the end, they save the day, come to an understand of each other, and shake hands before getting sucked back to their original universes.]

[charcoalfeather]

[SURPRISINGLY, someone has actually managed to spruce themselves up a little and come down to the party. Time to be not social once again!]

Hi! I made it. [Snifflecough. Here, have a decorative envelope containing what amounts to roughly three hundred dollars.

It's not like she knew what to get you. At least she tried.]

[dead_black_eyes]

[L does a decent job of passing for much younger when he wants to; his large eyes and skinny frame look decidedly adolescent, even if the glow of dewy youth has long since left his dull, pale skin. He keeps his shaggy hair close over his face and is able to slip past Alan's mother successfully, just another scrawny probably-teen who's here for the party.

It's time to assign faces to these network voices, and that starts with finding Alan. He carries a clumsily wrapped gift, and one look at his gimpy, stiff hands probably explains that.]

[waltharius]

[ Well, he couldn't afford a whole lot, which is why Alan is getting a set of watercolors and a sappy card. ]

Hey, Alan! Happy birthday! Where should these go?

[ But maybe THESE will make up for it? Kind of?? He's TRYING. ]

[dragon_blossom]

[ His gift is a dick in a...

No. She could've made dick cookies, it was tempting, but it's just a fifteen dollar gift card to some mainstream art supply store. Frankly, it's totally generic, but hey, nice place.

She smiles and introduces herself to Alan's mom, she seems friendly enough? ]

[hollowleg]

[Shiro does his best to avoid Miss Hunter. Not because he doesn't want to chat up the guy's mom, but... well... he might be a LITTLE self conscious. He actually took Tavia's suggestion to hide his tail in baggy pants. He feels like a homeless person in these stupidly baggy clothes, but what can ya do.

His present is deposited on the food table; a three-tiered cake simply covered in green fondant with some fancy golden edible glitter swirls with a pretty awesomely sculpted fondant Survey Corps logo on the top, as well as the words "Happy Birthday Alan" around it. Each tier is a different flavor. From bottom to top; chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry shortcake.

He could have been mean and made it a hot mess, but he's got pride in his work. And since he's in the basement, he lets his tail out because wow that sure is a cramp.

He frowns, bringing a piping bag out of a sack he brought with him. His tongue is stuck out slightly and his tail twitching as he makes some final touches to the cake]

[yerawizarderi]

[AAAND look who showed up! He took a long time to debate with himself (like 5 minutes) over if he wanted to or not. The answer is obvious. BUT he certainly isn't coming empty handed, nope. Looks like he's got gift for Alan. Wow that sure is needlessly fancy too. But he's making a point to approach Alan and more or less shove the box into his arms, waving dismissively right after.]

There you go, Happy Birthday and such.

[While he's trying to be dismissive, there's definitely a bit of an upward quirk to the corners of his mouth. Upon opening the gift, Alan will certainly find this as well as a few Batterman coloring books and even some colored pencils! Yep. He's that much of a condescending douchebag. But hey, someone has to think of the (Eri proclaimed) retard, right? If not Eri, then who? You're welcome, Alan.]

[dirtdevil]

[ Because clearly there aren't enough Grade A party animals here yet, here comes this guy. His plan, as usual, is to drop in, put his gift on a table, maybe exchange a "pleasantry" or two if he gets trapped in a corner, and then split. What is it with these assholes and throwing parties all the time? He's been dragged to more parties since joining the numbers club than he'd been invited to in his entire life prior. Could it be that people actually liked him now?

Nah. That's probably not it.

His last encounters with both Alan and Octavia were varying degrees of awkward, so he's even more wary than his base level of party attendee apprehension would dictate. What do you get for the man you may have to stab in the neck someday? I'll tell you: it's a shoebox, wrapped immaculately (not because he cares that much, but because he probably redid it seven times until it looked neat enough) in Christmas wrapping paper because it's only been a few months, who gives a shit. The box is extremely light—almost like there's nothing in it. Which would be pretty funny, but in actuality, it holds a crisp $20 bill and nothing more. And there's no card, either, because no one cares about cards.

Beyond that, it may or may not be a good thing that he doesn't look horribly out of place at a teenager's birthday party, because he sure as hell feels that way. Let's get the courtesy hello's over with before he gets roped into something really stupid. ]

[hawaiianheir]

[Luckily, Mac actually (semi) dressed up for the occasion, in that he doesn't look and act like a total thug. With a very shittily wrapped box cradled under one arm as he walks in.]

Hey Alan, I went all-out for you, man, I hope you like it.


[Should Alan tear into the box, he will fine several hardback versions of nearly all of the classic Batterman tales, neatly arranged and well-binded for MAXIMUM COLLECTOR'S PERUSAL.]

PARTY SHENANIGANS

[drama8om8]

[ As well as the buffet table and the music (provided courtesy of a cd player with a worn Batterman sticker on it), the basement offers other luxuries. Like beanbag chairs. Lots of beanbag chairs. Octavia also brought half her loot pile for anyone who would like to roll in it - what more could anyone ask for? ]

[not_good_not_wicked]

[Okay so a while ago when Tavia said rolling around in gold was super comfortable, Marisa was suspicious.

But here it is, a big pile of space riches. It's not like opportunities like this come along every day.]

Holy shit this IS comfortable!

[grannyfucker]

[Jovan wasn't aware of a birthday party happening here until he followed the faint music from the closet where he put the broom away.

When he makes it down to the basement and sees all the people, the chairs, the food, the...gold(???), he freezes up, stiff and still and unsure of what to do.

What the HELL is going on here and how has it been happening under his nose all day.]

[dragon_blossom]

[ FLOPPED IN GOLD.

THIS IS AMAZING. ]

I feel like a cartoon character more every day!

Re: PARTY SHENANIGANS

[hollowleg]

[omfg it's so fucking sparkly. Shiro has never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life. He stares at it for a good two minutes before taking off his glasses and his hat and putting them on a nearby table, and then just flopping on the pile]

I want this.

[pardon him while he burrows into the pile until there's nothing left sticking out except the end of his tail, which twitches excitedly]

[charcoalfeather]

[That's a lot of beanbag chairs. Obviously, someone should take advantage of all of these beanbag chairs.

So there's a girl in one of the larger ones, trying to avoid getting swallowed alive by it.

She might be a little stuck.]

[hawaiianheir]

[Guess who's got two thumbs and is awful at mingling at parties primarily attended by teenagers?

THIS GUYYYYYY.

He is likely just hanging out by the buffet table, sipping punch and smiling softly at the miscellaneous shenanigans and he tries not to look too awkward.]

SPIN THE BOTTLE

[drama8om8]

[ What would a sweet sixteen party be without the time-honoured staple of spin the bottle? TERRIBLE IS WHAT. Or at least less hormone-driven. Whatever. Brace for snogs, ladies and gentlemen. Unless you're a gross ancient grown-up adult. This game is not for you. ]

((OOC: It's probably simplest to do this meme-style and put up a subthread here for your own character, then tag each other. Godspeed, kids. Godspeed.))

Tavia

[drama8om8]

Alan

[wirsinddiejager]

Marisa

[not_good_not_wicked]

[How did she get talked into playing this again?]

Rakka

[charcoalfeather]

[Why is she even doing this.

Does the universe hate her? It hates her, doesn't it?]

Walter

[waltharius]

[ why tho ]