[OPEN] IT'S THE PARTY ZONE

[restinglichface]

Who: Everyone on East Island (willingly or not)
What: It’s the Taaco twins’ birthday party, and they own an entire island now.
Where: East Island
When: 7/6-7/8
Warnings: Drugs and alcohol are a definite, as well as lots of screaming, maybe some fighting, and a dumb amount of expended spell slots.

The morning of the 6th opens with a well deserved racket.

Those living (or travelling) to East Island will find the place transformed seemingly overnight- every standing structure has streamers and bits of confetti and glitter line the walkways between destinations. One of the Love houses has been taken over and decked with food and drink, and different tables of snacks and refreshers are scattered throughout the island so no one has to travel too far for more food or booze. The Orchard, while full of fruits, has been designated The Weed Zone (with a lovely scripted sign nailed to one of the trees), and if you ask around, you can probably find some rolled and ready. And finally, the twins have taken the area around the Watchtower as their personal hideout, with signs and arrows pointing there as a place to leave gifts and tribute.

It’s the party of the year, suckers. And you’re all invited.

[ooc: this is a mingle log! Post toplevels for your characters, party on, do something dumb and have a good time!]

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TAAKO & LUP : OTA

[pocketspa]

ONE: GIFTS OR JUMP

[No matter where you are on East Island, there’s always a sign nearby that points towards the Watchtower, urging all partygoers to visit at least once over the course of the long weekend. And while the Guard remains posted in the room at the top of the tower, the twins have taken over the land around it, spreading their things out all over the base of the tower, right outside the front entrance, making it impossible to get inside without going through their party zone first.

And what a party zone it is.

The twins can be found lounging in front of the tower, dressed as loudly as possible, a matching pair of glittering crowns on both of their heads, their bodies always angled towards one another. And surrounding them are gifts, piles of shredded gift wrap, shiny bows, and overturned boxes.

You get one guess as to what those signs were really about before they pounce.]

TWO: THE SHARKENING

[For all of the commotion going on throughout the island this weekend, somehow in this moment one area stands out amidst the chaos. On the coastline, Taako can be seen with his hands in the air, balled into fists as he yells towards the water. While it might look like he’s scared at first glance, that is absolutely not what’s going on. What’s going on is that in the next few seconds, a creature emerges from the water with a large amount of teeth, sleek skin and fins flapping wildly in the wind.

In addition, Lup is also riding it.]

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!

[Taako stands close to the edge of the shore, swinging his fists in mock punches as she moves as he jumps up and down.]

GET IT! Come on, Lulu, it’s all you, rip it’s dick off!!

[Is this part of the party? Debatable. Sure seems to be for them, though.]

THREE: SLEEP TIME

[Among the chaos of the weekend, there’s inevitably downtime to crash. And since the twins have taken it upon themselves to co-opt all of Love’s empty apartments into places to sleep, it’s natural that this is going to culminate in piles of unconscious bodies ready to start another day of party whenever they can get up again. In the wee hours of the morning (no, let’s be real, it’s about 11 AM if it’s morning at all) people are beginning to stir, the twins curled up with each other- and possibly you- among them. Even if elves don’t need to sleep, this is their birthday weekend, and that means they’re going to do whatever they damn well please.

Do you try to sneak out? Convince them to stay in another 5 minutes? Or did you catch them trying to run off with your shoes or your wallet while you were unconscious? It doesn’t matter if you already gave them a gift- but best of luck getting anything you want in this situation.]

FOUR: WILDCARD

[Do you want to do something with the twins we haven’t listed? Hit us up through DM or at cancerously or meyggy!]

1

[murderpotato]

[So, like, it's these weird wizard motherfuckers birthdays, right? Or, well, birthday singular, since it's the same day on account of that whole twin thing, whatever. Doesn't matter. What does matter is that Gren can't show up to this stupid party thing without bearing gifts-- even if Lup wouldn't have like kicked his ass for showing up empty handed, there are, like, old rules and shit about gifts and hospitality and he's old as fuck and still follows them, it's just a fucking thing don't at him about it-- so he had to actually think about what these weird little fucks would want. What to you get a couple of asshole magic elves for their birthday?]

[The answer that Gren came up with: the biggest bag of kush he can manage and a 300lb monstrosity of a fish that he pulled out of the ocean that... he thinks is the equivalent of tuna here? It looks kind of like what you'd get if you crossed an Atlantic tuna with a moray eel and had it hit up meth until the birth, anyway. Hey, they're the star chefs or whatever, they can figure out how the fuck you eat this thing. Not Gren's problem.]

[So he walks his dumb ass up to the two party princesses, already puffing on a joint because he will not survive this shitshow party if he doesn't pre-game it, then tosses the bag of kush to Lup and drops the fish right the fuck where he is.]

Happy fuckin' birthday.

[pocketspa]

[Awww, Gren, you DO care. If it makes him feel any better, the twins are def already high, because Taako picked up the weed a few days ago and that's just how the party starts.

But half the fun of this has been watching people scramble to figure out how to gift give on hell island.It was hard enough last Candlenights when he had to make nearly everything himself, but for suckers without magic? Hard sell. That said, holy shit, Taako is trying not to lose his fucking mind when Gren rolls up with that thing and he has to scamper over and see what the fuck is going on.]

Holy fucking shit, my man. Did you vomit this up or what?

2 - you expect me to CHOOSE??

[murderpotato]

[The creature that surfaces in a burst of water from the ocean with an asshole elf on its back may look like a shark at first glance-- it's certainly big, with sleek, pale skin and a mouth full of crazy-ass teeth, but it's not a shark. It's a fucking murderpotato. Gren, in one of the few times since he got sent to this stupid former murdercave, is willingly out of glamour and got his ass into the ocean to play water mechanical bull for these little shits.]

[Gren bursts out of the water like goddamn Free Willy and there are a few moments of glorious hangtime while Lup holds on, during which he yells--]

She better fuckin' not!

[Before crashing back down into the ocean with a fantastic spray. Better keep time, Taako, you got to see how long it takes for Lup to get thrown off his bucking murderpotato.]

LMAO

[pocketspa]

[He is laughing wildly as this goes down, keeping a count in his head as this shit just does NOT stop.]

Oh c'mon! It's a trophy! A birthday trophy!

[He's going to take the title of the certified Worst (TM) out of this, okay. Happy birthday. Lup is shark dick queen and he's the asshole of the century.]

Get him Lup!!!

3

[murderpotato]

[Gren is old, okay. Gren is really old, like possibly breaking into the kind of territory where terms like 'ancient' should get thrown around, and that makes it real fucking hard to keep up with hard partying. He makes the most valiant of efforts throughout this weekend, aided significantly by some seriously questionable substance abuse, but he eventually has to crash. It's just inertia, and when he finally does crash, he crashes like the fucking Hindenberg. He's down for the count, it would take a hell of a lot of effort and incentive to get his tired ass back on his feet.]

[Good thing-- a passed-out murderpotato can't do any stupid shit, so the likelihood of property damage goes down by like 3000% while he's on his ass. Bad thing-- the like year that he'd been the exclusive bedwarmer of Wade W. Wilson, cuddlemaster extraordinaire, had brought out his long dormant inner octopus, which means any person laying in a relatively close proximity to him has a statistically significant chance of getting caught in a murderpotato chokehold.]

[And despite Gren's gangly asshole appearance? He's strong. Trying to pry his lone arm off is like trying to bend a limb-shaped steel bar.]

[Good luck.]

[pocketspa]

[All things considered, the twins are still (at least bodily) pretty young. Mentally, they're both sitting pretty somewhere just under 250, but physically they're not a day over 125. Which, for an elf, is basically Fantasy 21. So all of that said, Taako's body? He's done worse. His brain? Feels like it is going to melt into his spine.

Taako comes to with a groan, making an attempt to roll over only to realize he is halfway to being in a chokehold and every movement pulls him in closer. So he shifts his foot and pokes at Lup not far away, whispering harshly.]

Lulu! Lu!!! Come on!!

1

[outofthefire]

[Laura arrives, dressed in a sundress and makes her way slowly in the direction of the watchtower, where she's assuming the party will take place. she's having to move very carefully as she's carrying an awesome birthday cake. it's very tall and very wobbly and she's wearing high heels.

when she gets to the tower, she just has to stop and gape for a minute. the twins are dressed to impress (in fact, they kind of remind her of her cake, if the cake had a sparkly crown perched on top.

and she has to grin at the sight of all of those presents. it looks like an amazing assortment of stuff, ranging from the fantastical to the mundane. maybe if she asks nicely, they'll show off some of their more unusual gifts]

Hi, guys. Where should I put this? [she offers the cake to them]

[pocketspa]

[Honestly, it's hard not to see that cake coming from a mile away, but Taako manages to restrain himself from running full tilt at it and making a swan dive for the center. Girl gets props for any pastry carry in high heels He knows the struggle. But he whistles loud as she gets into range, unable to hide the grin on his face.]

Nicearooni, my gal-- where'd you get that??

c!

[hellosirs]

[ Angus slowly blinks awake in a tangled pile of elf limbs. He isn't sure when he fell asleep, or how he ended up crashing with the twins, but after taking a few moments to assess the situation, he deduces two things:

1) someone must've removed his glasses, because he can't see for beans, and
2) judging by all the pained groaning that he can hear around them, he may be the only person on the island who isn't suffering from a hangover. He's certainly the only partygoer who was limited to juiceboxes instead of alcohol.

He sits up... or, well, tries to sit up, given that he's still tangled up in elf limbs, and sleepily rubs at his face.]

... Has anybody seen my glasses?

1

[stealyoursoul]

[Leo doesn't know either of them that well, but he knows the two of them together is likely a very bad (or very good?) idea. Especially considering they both seem to find him attractive. They'll likely end up messing with him. Well, might as well plunge into this event with both feet.

Leo makes his way over to them through all the shiny wrapping paper. He's dressed as usual in a T-shirt and jeans, but for once, he's actually not wearing black. Sure, the shirt is about as dark a blue as his eyes, but hey, color is color. He takes in their clothes with an up and down glance before grinning.]

Liberace called. He wants his outfits back.

2

[hasitsthorns]

[ Rose already brought her gift. Of course she didn't forget; it was some good ol' weed, locally grown. At no charge either. Well, no bartering necessary since it's this place. She's been kind of isolated lately. Secluded. Broody. The sea isn't the only thing that's salty these days.

She still can't believe all these fuckers decided not to go to tundra planet and instead get stuck in oceanic Hell. At least she's on the island with Sorrow. Small blessings. Or, well, curses in his case, she's sure. ]

Yeah, rip it off! It ain't a party until you do!

3 [One Fear]

[nonscriptum]

[Far be it from Nate to discourage two of his favorite jerks from having a good time in an otherwise shitty place: island hopping is considerably easier these days and he had taken the opportunity to drop in for the revelry that he was sure would cause some sort of island-wide fire.

He deposited their collective gift - drawings, portraits on paper that isn't fancy, in charcoal he kind of had to make himself - in a slim tube on the pile, hoping the wax seal would protect them and ducking away before the twins could catch him. Nate was always more of a "leave someone a nice thing when they're not looking" person, anyway.

Then came the festivities. Jesus, it bordered on logistically insane and reminded him of carnival time in Central America, alcohol constantly flowing, loud music, a throng of bodies and booze. It isn't his scene but it made for good people-watching, so the fact that he got hammered enough to fall unconscious at some point is a testament to the strength of what they were all drinking.

When he wakes up, groggy, he is shunted uncomfortably between a rock and a hard place, with one of his arms asleep and the other being used like a body pillow.]

Crap. [He shifts, trying to extricate himself only to realize the identities of the limpets.] Hey. Assholes. Wake up.

2, oh my god

[closerift]

[ Cecily doesn't have a lot of experience with sharks, but it doesn't take a marine biologist to know that the thing has deadly potential (and a lot of teeth). Somehow, though, she isn't surprise to see Lup riding the creature, and is strangely unconcerned about the danger of it all as she catches sight of the event. ]

You two are ridiculous. [ The Inquisitor points out, standing next to Taako with her arms crossed. ] Also? This is wonderful.

[ Not just the shark spectacle, but the party at large. ]

2 L-L-LATE TO THE PARTY

[nodogsonthemoon]

[Magnus stands right next to Taako, clad in nothing but a pair of pineapple shorts, arms raised in celebration as Lup tries to conquer the shark.]

[He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts in Lup's direction.]

FUCK YEAH LUP! You tell that shark whose fucking boss!

[After that, he turns towards Taako with a big old smirk on his face.]

I call dips on next shark ride.

3

[knockthemdead]

[Kravitz also doesn't need to sleep. Really! Even more than elves don't!! (Of course, that doesn't mean he's adverse to some snoozes and cuddling on occasion. And he does have to recharge- okay look, it's weird complicated magic shit. Don't squint at it too hard and it makes sense.)

However, that doesn't mean he's just gonna abandon his two favorite trouble makers when they're all burnt out from birthday shenanigans.

Krav picks his way through the slowly stirring partygoers until he finds them both- they are, he's pleased to see, still curled up under the blanket he threw over them last night. This time, he's here with bottles of water, breakfast, (or an approximation of it, anyway) and the offer of a quick portal home if they'd wish.

Because he's a huge sap though, he can't bring himself to wake them just yet. Instead, he sits crossed legged beside their tangled limbs, and pushes some hair out of Taako's face. Shut up!!!]

3

[abbatis]

[Being the wall neighbor with the chaos twins means that Edgar notices the moment when they abandon their apartment on West islands, no doubt in favor of a better party location. As amusing the thought is he doesn't plan on taking part to it. He can handle each twin separately. But together? For a whole weekend? Yeah, that sounds more trouble than it's worth.

So he stays away for most of the party until the end is nearing. He takes a trip to the east island and just happens to be near the area that twins had claimed for themselves. It's late -- or early, who knows, when he arrives to the apartments and everyone's sleeping, twins seemingly included. Must have been quite wild event as the smell of alcohol and god-knows-what lingered in the air so vividly that he could almost taste them (if he had a normal sense of taste, that is). No wonder everyone's blacked out.

Edgar stays in the doorway for a while, completely silent as he watches the place. Then with light steps he moves inside, all the way to closest table and places a wild flower along the seashell he had picked up earlier on it. There, a gift given. Then he backs down, moving back towards the door.]

1

[barold]

[It's an important day - one might argue the most important day - and Barry knows he's late. This is unacceptable. He got a late start getting the presents together, okay? What do you even get a pair of twins who already have everything - and, at the end of the day, can just make themselves whatever they decide they don't have enough of yet? Do you go for a sweet gift, a practical gift, a joke gift??

For Barry's presents, he decided to go with a little of all three.

They aren't exactly hard to miss. Just follow the trail of shredded sparkly wrapping paper leading to the watchtower. Barry has clearly missed the memo, judging by his choice of a more conservative blue-on-blue polkadotted gift wrap. And if the twins' loud clothing is an indicator, he's missed another crucial memo, as the necromancer shyly approaches them in his old red robe, hood pulled up over his head. The shadows it casts over his face aren't enough to hide the nervous grin on his face as he gets closer.]

Heard there was a bangin' party around here somewhere. Wanna uh, do an old man a solid and point me there?

1; the absolute latest tag-in plz forgive me

[braveoff]

[ Drake hasn't actually seen much of Lup since the unfortunate incident a little over a month ago... you know, the one that ended with him on fire? Luckily Edgar had gotten him help, and he wasn't upset with her at all, but even with magical healing it had taken him awhile to feel himself again. He did heal and his hair is growing back, though without Lup's regular glamors he's back to zombie pale, the regrowth pure white. So he shows up to the party with a ski cap pulled low to hide his eyebrows as well, looking more zombie-like than Taako has ever seen him and perhaps only slightly better than Lup's witnessed. He's obviously not starving like he was after the Null attack, but the color is certainly unhealthy. Eh. Fuck anyone who looks at him sideways. It's the first time he's really ventured out for something besides patrol in awhile, and he's going to make the best of it.

He did indeed bring gifts, though the material ones are more of a formality. Obviously they can make whatever they'd want better than he could even imagine it... it's the thought that counts, and he's expecting the real gift to be in action. Drake grins when he sees the matching crowns they're wearing, gesturing to Lup's. ]

That's appropriate, since I was going to offer to treat you like a queen all weekend. Taako, too, if you want to be carried around.

[ Two small gift bags are held out, distinguishable only by a single letter he's written on either of them, T and L. Should they rip into them now they'll find there's some matching jewelry with stones of different colors, and a custom top for each of them that's practically clubwear, colorful and strappy. It's all very much Lup's aesthetic, but from what he's seen he figured Taako's isn't too different and it'd be rude to only offer one twin presents, right? ]

Jo Harvelle | ota

[knifecollecting]

[Jo had plans to pick some fresh fruit from the Orchard and relax on the shore, but as soon as she sets foot on the island she changes her mind.

In fact, she considers just going back to the west island.

The free food makes her stay, at least for a little while. She also helps herself to a drink or two.]

[restinglichface]

[She considers staying, but look, this party is just too dang intense for anyone to just walk away from.

Lup catches Jo while she's helping herself to a drink, the elf already quite drunk and just beaming pleasantly to herself.]

Hey, it's three!

1

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin takes time out from his projects to attend the party. He grins as he sees how the walkways have been confettied and glittered! He sees the signs and goes to the Watchtower first, since he has brought gifts for the twins, wrapped in shiny paper and tied with colorful ribbon. He hopes at least one of them will be rummaging amongst the loot, so that he can give the gifts in person. ]

Where are you, hot twins? An admirer is looking for you!

[restinglichface]

[Naturally, the twins hone in on the gifts immediately.]

Hey, it's our favorite admirer! Come an' pop a squat, babe. Lounge with us.

Barry Bluejeans | Closed to restinglichface

[barold]

[The Weed Zone. Barry has spent a good few minutes quietly admiring the sign nailed to that poor fruit tree. The craftsmanship, the beautiful script, the unapologetic delivery... Merle would be proud. It's riveting, artful in its simplicity.

Or maybe he's just high.

Yeah, he's. definitely high.]

H-Hey, careful.

[He snickers, glancing over his shoulder with a wide grin at Lup, sitting behind him, slowly but diligently braiding his mullet for the occasion. It was only a little tug, but given how tingly he feels all over, a little tug of his hair is hard to miss.

Maybe she tugged his hair cause he's sitting on his butt and rocking a little side to side. Maybe.]

Don't rip all m'hair out, babe, I worked real hard on it.

[restinglichface]

[Unintentional as it may be, so many of this weekend's festivities keep reminding the elf of their recently lost friend, like the twins purposely planned so many little nods to Merle.

He sure would have loved The Weed Zone.

Lup gives her husband's hair another playful tug, grinning from behind him, her slim fingers still tangled up in his mullet. With her hands preoccupied, the elf wastes a spell slot to cast mage hand, the magical hand slipping in close to tickle it's spectral fingers up along his side.]

Stop wigglin' so much, thug, you're messing up my craftsmanship! An' I got big plans for this braid.

[The mage hand disappears just as fast, evaporating into thin air, while Lup gets right back into braiding Barry's hair, giggling to herself as practiced fingers moving quickly just out of his sight. Look. High or not, braiding hair is just what the twins do best.]

Still can't believe you kept this from me. Missed you with long hair.