hadriel_logs | August 15th; It's a Spooky Party!

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August 15th; It's a Spooky Party!

Who: Castiel and YOU. ALL OF YOU.
What: It's a party! It was going to be a fun game of Twister party, but now it's a spoopy party. This is a massive mingle, so please feel free to write your own starters! And feel free to jump on the party game headers as well, or include them in your starters too!
Where: The bar!
When: August 15th
Warnings: ALL THE WARNINGS. No, I lie. Alcohol, truth or dare, people falling on each other, scary stories maybe and snogging in a closet. And talking about feelings. Please add your own warnings to your comment thread headers and I will add them to the list!

Whether or not the lights were off, Castiel was determined to go ahead with his plan to cheer up the residents of Hadriel, and get them interacting with each other. He'd made his plans a week in advance, and when it came right down to it, the idea of whether or not he would allow Fear to get in the way of having fun was practically moot. Of course he wouldn't. It was far simpler to be oblivious, far easier to overcome fear - at least his own, if not the god - with amusement, and companionship.

It threw a bit of a monkey wrench into his plans, and was, it had to be said, particularly devastating for his personal party trick in particular. How would his "pull my finger" joke work now? But he was determined to soldier on, and that meant that the bar was taken over by an eager angel, complete with food that had been collected from the orchard, and around the town, a pack of cards, a bag full of pebbles, a bunch of sticks with tiny carvings on them, and as much paint as he had left over from his aborted attempt to redecorate the Winchester apartment.

Not much of a party, but that was what guests were for. And party games. And alcohol, obviously--that was why it was being held at a bar.

So maybe they'd have to bring their own light, and perhaps people might take advantage of the spooky mood and audience to tell some of those stories that Fear wanted people to share, or to play horrid tricks on each other...but so long as things didn't turn into a remake of Cabin in the Woods, Evil Dead, or House on Haunted Hill, they were probably fine. Actually, scratch that, so long as it didn't turn into any horror movie ever, they were probably fine.

But then, with Twister, Truth or Dare and Poker (any of which you can add "strip" in front of and they will be infinitely more fun) as available gaming options, perhaps it was a horror movie already.

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[You ever played a game of poker with a guy who smiles all the time? I don't just mean your average run-of-the-mill tongue-in-cheek grin, either - not that Sans has tongues or cheeks to pull that sort of maneuver off. But you're playing across from a skeleton whose face is frozen in a more or less permanently smug if very disarming perpetual rictus, and he's not givin' away nothin'.

Let it be said that Sans has the most refined poker face you've possibly ever seen, though that might have more to do with physiology than technical skill. Oh, who're we kidding? It's totally both.]

[Oh thank God, here's something that's less terrifying than actual social interaction. (The fact that he's saying that about what appears to be an animated skeleton probably speaks volumes about how often he gets out these days.)

Sliding into a seat across from Sans, he doesn't even blink.]

Deal me in? Or are we waiting for others?

I'm good to go if you are. We can go tête-à-tête.

[He deals the cards with a remarkable dexterity consider the fact that he is literally made of bone, splitting the deck a few times and shuffling it easily - he's learned more than a few card tricks in his day, so shuffling a deck isn't so much of a problem, even for someone who lacks skin-based friction. He offers the stack of cards to Simon to let him cut the deck next.

He's well aware that a guy who smiles constantly might put people off, so it's best to nip that in the bud at the outset.]

[He resists the inevitable bad jokes about craniums and occipitals, figuring them to be rude and in poor taste, if nothing else. Clearly he does not know his audience. Whatever the animated skeleton is, he's definitely more dexterous than Simon's expecting, especially with no tendons or anything else to hold him together. In fact, he may be watching Sans' hands closely for reasons other than suspecting him of cheating. Taking the deck with a nod of thanks, he cuts the cards, shuffling briefly with a flash of practiced skill before passing them back. He's missed traditional playing cards. Harder to shuffle the hexes that they played with on Serenity.]

So, much interest in the game so far? Or is everyone set on drinking themselves to death?

Most people seem pretty interested in truthing and daring and smooching each other silly. Which is ridiculous, 'cause I don't have lips.

[For what it's worth, Sans would gladly join in on the puns, even if he appreciates the lack of shocked questions - "how are you alive?!" "how are you talking right now?" "are you undead?" and other such variants he's gotten since showing up here.]

You good for an old-fashioned five-card draw?

[Lesser Dog was his typical poker buddy Underground, but Sans couldn't pretend to wholly be on board with every variation the little guy trotted out. Then again, it was embarrassingly easy to win off a dog that managed to lose against himself every damn time.]

[Well, he's been kidnapped by beings calling themselves gods, he's run from invisible monsters with tasers for tails, and he's stuck in an underground cave that somehow has sunlight. What's a talking skeleton on top of the rest of that? Practically old hat.

Relieved at the familiar game, he nods.]

Sounds good. Assuming the rules are same on both of our worlds.

[He deals out five and five, facedown, and slaps the deck in the middle of the table.]

Runnin' off the same assumption. Honestly, with this kinda interdimensional variation it's hard to keep track.

[So far, so good. Simon takes his hand, checking the backs of the cards discreetly as he goes for tells, and then considers the hand.]

It's hard enough for me thinking of people here who lived five hundred years in my past. To consider that they might all be from different versions of the same Earth...theoretical physics isn't exactly my field of study, but the implications are mind-boggling.

[Not to mention the more, uh, non-traditional inhabitants. Like Sans.]

[Tch. Pair of sevens? Really? He discards his unwanted three cards, facedown, as he resists the temptation to shuffle the cards discretely with a flicker of magic. That'd be cheap, and also cheating.

Good thing his poker face is goddamn bulletproof. He just smiles all the time.]

You're from the future? I mean, my future. Lots of people's future. The thrilling year of 201X was a doozy for everyone.

I don't think I've ever heard the date framed precisely like that, but if our calendars are anything alike, yes. Where I'm from, it's roughly 2518. So if your Earth is the same as m Earth-That-Was, yes.

[Simon's poker face isn't half-bad. Pretty close to his ER face, actually, the one he wears when he doesn't want anyone else to know how close to death the patient is. Luckily, this hand isn't the worst he's ever started with. Pair of sixes, and one of them falling into what's almost a straight--he discards two of the straight, and hopes the odds are with him for that third six.]

It occurs to me, we didn't set stakes for this round. Call it practice?

Earth-That-Was. I love it. Nice and to the point.

[He draws three. Two pair, it looks like. Eh, not bad. He's had worse, but he's also had better. Sans shrugs in acknowledgment of his oversight.]

Whoops. Knew I was forgetting somethin'. But yeah, we can just call it that. Play for one another's undying respect when it comes to luck of the draw.

Well, once you've murdered your planet, it more or less ceases to be a present tense.

[Simon himself, despite his generally overwhelming sense of etiquette, also has his moments of nice and to the point. Sans does get a tiny airless huff of laughter for his suggestion of stakes, though.]

I think you'll have me beat, there. Luck isn't exactly something I've got to spare, lately.

[No three of a kind, but two pair at least. Not awful, but sixes and sevens aren't doing anything spectacular. Thankfully, it's a practice round.]

Well, shall we?

["Murdered" is kind of a strong word, but it's an intriguing one. He files away a reminder to pursue that when next convenient. Sans lays his hand out, propping his bony chin up on his knuckles. A pair of sevens and a pair of fours, with a Jack to spare. He surveys it without looking very impressed.]

Hm. I've had better hands.

[And then, because the timing is too perfect, he detaches one of them at the wrist with a faint pop and drops it on the table with a dull clunk, winking.]

Like this one.

[Okay, he's been trying really hard not to be rude, but anyone would stare at that. The look on his face isn't surprise or shock, though, just mild consternation and a fierce interest as he lays his own hand out. Pair of sixes, the other two sevens to match Sans', and a lonely two. He's far more interested in the second hand on the table, peering in close.]

How did you do that? Or, I suppose a better question would be, what kept it on in the first place??

[Sans winks as he pops the hand back on, flexing his fingers with a bracing wiggle, holding it out across the table for Simon to examine if he'd like. All fine, see?]

Magic. Answer to both of your questions. Not really that comfy, but it's good for a laugh.

I'm beginning to see that. Or at least accept that it's something I'm not capable of understanding, yet. Were you always like this?

[He looks as closely as he can without touching. That would be rude, taking advantage. Maybe he'll ask another time, if he stays here and doesn't vanish, as they've said. Or if Sans doesn't vanish. when he finally looks up, he does at least look a little sheepish.]

Sorry. Professional curiosity gets the better of me, sometimes. I'm a medical doctor.

[Wow, that's like a new record for how long it took him to converse with someone before they asked that question. Sans shrugs, simply looking amused as he retracts his hand and starts comparing their two-pair. Ah, well. Good thing they weren't playing for stakes.]

I'm a monster, so yeah. Born and raised.

Fascinating.

[Simon catches himself, then shakes his head slightly.]

Sorry. I never even introduced myself. Dr. Simon Tam. You are?

[He'd offer to shake hands, but...would that be misconstrued as an attempt to examine him again?]

Sans the skeleton.

[Hey, it's okay, Sans is sticking out his hand for Simon to shake anyway. Only it's got a joy buzzer in the center of its palm. Hope you like practical jokes, Simon, because this one will really shock you.]

Pleased to meet'cha.

Pleasure's mine.

[He reaches out a hand to shake, then, praying that Sans' doesn't come off again--only to be entirely surprised by the joy buzzer, flinching and yanking his hand back.]

What the--?!

[Sans chuckles, letting the thing slide out of his grip and land harmlessly on the table with a clatter.]

Couldn't resistor the opportunity for the ol' joy buzzer in the hand trick. Always good for a laugh.

[The grumble under his breath, half-muttered Chinese, hardly sounds charitable, though he does at least look like he's doing his best to get over it.]

Suppose I do look like an easy mark.

[Human languages aren't easily grasped by someone who's had next to no experience with them, so he's got no clue what Simon says. He just knows it don't sound much like English.

He retrieves the buzzer and stows it in his pocket with an easygoing grin.]

Hey, don't worry about it. You'd be lucky to find someone I didn't pull that one on at some point or another.

I suppose there's worse surprises.

[You know, like being teleported onto a new planet along with vicious monsters. Shaking out his tingling hand, he gestures towards the cards.]

Another round, or do you want to find some more players?

[He gathers all the cards up in a coordinated sweep, evening out the deck with a crisp tap along the table's edge.]

I'm game for another go at it if you are. Wouldn't blame ya if you're not - I'm told I've got a killer poker face.

[Would ya just look at that grin.]

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