[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

[dead_black_eyes]

I just wanted to know if you're actually in college or if I risk a felony by talking frankly to someone who only looks like they are.

[grannyfucker]

Well...I am.

[dead_black_eyes]

You have a name, college?

[Flat, bored and blase, but L has decided to talk to you. I am so sorry.]

[grannyfucker]

...I'm Jovan.

What's your name?

[dead_black_eyes]

Good. You have a weird name. It means you can't make fun of mine, which is Lazarus.

[grannyfucker]

Lazarus.

[Sure enough, that's a weird name if he's ever heard one.

Still, he can't help but be a little offended at having his name be called 'weird'. It's not THAT weird, is it? Now he feels like he has to defend it, or make excuses or something.]

W-well, Jovan isn't--technically it isn't really my name.

[dead_black_eyes]

[L's mouth twitches slightly at the sound of his name being spoken aloud; he really dislikes it, but he saves his nickname, L, for the network.]

Is this one of those situations where your friends call you something, and you don't know why, but it sticks? You ca't tell me that you picked that out.

[grannyfucker]

It's my middle name.

[He's starting to both look and sound annoyed. It may be strange, but it sounds better and means more to him than his actual name, so the fact that this guy is treating it like some shitty name elementary school bullies come up with is really starting to tick him off.]

[dead_black_eyes]

Which means that your first name is either too dull or derivative for you, or too ridiculous, even when compared to Jovan.

I'm going to go upstairs and see if someone hid a bottle of gin or something in the toilet tank. You'd be amazed at how common that is. You're welcome to join me, or you can play spin the bottle with those kids. Either way I won't judge.

[grannyfucker]

[God, this guy. What an asshole. The most he can bring himself to do aloud is mutter under his breath.]

Jovan's a perfectly good name.

[As Lazarus (seriously, Lazarus? Who the hell is he to judge, with a name like that. 'Lazarus' sounds like somebody's about to rise to the earth from the 8th circle of hell, after a long divine prison sentence for badtouching one of those angelic baby cherubs) starts heading upstairs, Jovan considers his options.

...He just cleaned the toilet tank last week, he is pretty sure he knows what is or isn't in there.]

I'm--I'm pretty sure you won't find anything in there, you know.

[dead_black_eyes]

[L pauses, glancing back at Jovan and leaning against the rail.]

You sound sure. Do you live here? Or are you hired help?

[grannyfucker]

Oh, I'm--neither, technically.

I'm help, but not hired. [He wishes he was, but no.] I just help with some of the housework here.

[dead_black_eyes]

[That doesn't compute, and it probably shows on L's pale, stark features.]

Is someone crippled or terminally ill? It's a nice house and it's not like Alan's mom's in a wheelchair or anything. Unless his mom works full time, there's a mutated invalid father in the attic, and you owe this family a deep personal debt, it doesn't make a lot of sense that you'd come and clean their bathrooms for free.

Unless you're neurotic to the point where you just can't get enough of correcting other people's messes, in which case I guess that's pretty interesting. Or did you break something expensive of theirs? That's less interesting but it technically makes more sense.

[grannyfucker]

[WHAT IS THIS DUDE'S DEAL, SERIOUSLY. It's making him uncomfortable, how damn interrogative this conversation is.]

It's...more like a family favor.

[dead_black_eyes]

Did someone die? A family favor is like... making a casserole. Not getting out the rubber gloves and Clorox and knowing intimately how good Alan's aim is.

[He starts heading upstairs, without saying why; telling someone who does such extensive family favors probably isn't someone who'll go through the medicine cabinets with him.

If he follows, though, L can't do much about that.]

[grannyfucker]

[He's following. You're a suspicious asshole and he spent too long making that bathroom shine like expertly cut diamonds to let some shifty weirdo literally shit it all up.

As he's following from behind up the stairs, he mutters a response.]

It was mostly while he was in hiding, I don't--I don't know anything about his aim.

[dead_black_eyes]

[L's such a shifty weirdo. If he's annoyed that he's being followed, it doesn't show, save for a slightly terse note in his monotonous voice when he answers.]

Alan was in hiding... why? Because he can turn into a huge destructive giant? I guess that would make it harder to clean up after himself.

[Since Alan's mom is entertaining on the ground floor, he heads toward the second floor, where the bedrooms and another bathroom is.]