[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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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.

[barold]

[That mage hand comes at a bad time, as Barry is just taking another hit from the joint they're sharing before dexterous magical fingers starts tickling up his side. His shrill giggles are interspersed with coughs, thick sweet-smelling smoke pouring from his mouth in spurts.]

Knock it off!! [Not that he sounds mad. With the loud, shaky giggles coming from him, and the huge grin on his face, he sounds like the happiest man on earth.] Y'know I'm ticklish!

[Thank goodness she dismisses the mage hand before Barry drops the joint to the ground. In his current state, he might never find it again. He's still laughing, wiping at his eyes. His cheeks feel tingly from smiling so much.]

Y'know, it's... it's nice. Feelin' it like, right back there. [Lup's fingers working through his hair makes him hum softly, eyes closing.] I want flowers in it. Can-- Can y'do flowers?

[restinglichface]

I do and so I use it against you. [While Barry dissolves into ridiculous giggles, adorably high-pitched and so much more carefree than she's heard from him in far too long, Lup can't help but follow along, even as she leans in to peck a quick kiss to the back of his neck. Her smile curves against his skin, soft giggles slipping from between her lips.] Wife privileges.

[Everything feels so warm and tingly, so right. Which is probably why the sudden punch to his arm comes a little unexpectedly, Lup's infectious giggles swiftly shifting to a bark of loud, unrestrained laughter.]

Fuck off! That's what I was gonna do! It was gonna be a surprise, you goobus.

[barold]

Ow! H-Hey!

[It is unexpected, but the pain is so dulled by the high that Barry’s indignant, giggly little shout comes a full two seconds after the punch to his arm. First tickles, now this?? What did he do to deserve this!]

I didn’t know y’got all aggro when y’were high, babe. M-Maybe yer just not high enough. Here, [and he tries, as carefully as possible, to offer her the joint over his shoulder. She’s got her hands full braiding his hair, so logically, the easiest thing to do would be for her to toke while he’s still holding it. Right? That’s smart. Barry’s smart.]

[restinglichface]

[Pressed close as they are, Barry can no doubt feel every laugh to fall from Lup's mouth as she giggles behind him, the woman just about to playfully protest when suddenly there's a joint being offered to her.

Holy shit, her husband's a genius.]

Mm, you're so smart, Bar. Talk about creative thinkin'... [With her fingers still twined in his hair, the elf tips forward just enough that she can take a hit, her eyes closing briefly against slow, easy drag. This far into it, the sensation just makes her feel feather light, like the elf might float away if she wasn't so tangled up in him. Not too much later, she's exhaling with a grin, already going back to work on his braid.

Lup has a few pink-petaled flowers in her lap she's going to braid into his mullet. It's going to look beautiful.]

Not a bad party, huh? I'd say Taako an' I killed it.

[barold]

[His face breaks into the biggest, goofiest grin as Lup praises him. He is smart. She thinks he’s smart… That feels nice…

He feels nice. Limbs tingly and floaty, his head like it’s stuffed with cotton, Barry feels like for the first time in forever, Hadriel isn’t all that bad. He’s got this great, weightless high, a magiced mullet full of braids and flowers, a beautiful woman pressed against his back, and nothing but time. No Hunger, no Bureau, no searching. No pining. No missing the most important person in his life.

She’s right there, after all. Right behind him, with his fingers in his hair, sweet-smelling smoke billowing past her lips and dissipating into the air. God, he loves Lup.]

Yeah y’did. Haven’t had this much fun since Candlenights. [Barry snickers.] Y’all should throw parties more often. We’d… [A pause, then a hard snort of laughter.] Weed...

[restinglichface]

Weed! [She sniggers back along with him, leaning forward with her full weight against Barry's broad back, like she's giggling so hard she can't even sit up straight without the support.]

Fuckin' funny too, you dorkus. [Lup catches her breath between giggles, pulling away just enough that she can return to braiding his hair, expert fingers slipping through his mullet without her even having to watch. Even high, this is too easy.] Love that 'bout you.

[a beat, the elf silent just long enough to thread another flower into Barry's hair before she quickly adds,] Love everythin' 'bout you.

[barold]

[There's a goofy, drawn-out, outrageously happy little sound that comes from him then. It starts in his belly, travels up the length of his chest, and just sorta spills out past his lips. It's the sound of a man who's unthinkably pleased with himself and his place in the world. A man so out of his mind in love that it fills every inch of him. Lup thinks he's funny. Lup loves him. That feels so nice.

Although that could just be the weed.]

Mmmmnh. Love everythin' 'bout you too...

[Barry revels in that feeling for a moment, letting it stretch out in the air between them, before he perks up with a big dumb grin on his face.] How'sit lookin'? I wanna be th'most beautiful belle at th'ball.

[restinglichface]

[That's the laugh that absolutely made Lup fall for him.

Barry laughs, loud and unrestrained and so so happy sounding, and Lup leans fully against his back, fingers threaded through his hair, warmth tingling out to every inch of her body. It's mostly the weed, Lup knows it is, but she can't remember ever feeling so happy in Hadriel. Like things were finally slotting back into place after so many months of uncertainty, like she could take on all of the so-called gods all on her own...

But Barry calls her back to him and Lup takes a moment to untangle her fingers from his hair and sit back, giving her husband an affectionate pat on the shoulder. She hums softly in approval of his appearance.]

There! Lookin' friggin' bomb, babe. [She's woven an assortment of flowers into his mullet, including a beautiful crown braid of flowers over forehead. Perfection.] Not sure who you're tryin' to impress, but it'll land. No doubt.

Wanna do me next?

[barold]

[Turning around to face her is a whole big process, involving a lot of motor skills Barry seems to have misplaced since he sat down. Feels like that was hours and hours ago.

But somehow he manages, facing Lup with a huge grin splitting his face, his cheeks red and his eyelids heavy, flowers threaded through his hair and braided over his forehead.

He looks completely out of it. And totally in love.]

Mmmmm. [Giggling, Barry leans forward to plant a sloppy smooch on her lips - or, well, as close to her lips as he can get. He gets the corner of her mouth, he's pretty sure.]

I always wanna do ya...

[restinglichface]

[Gross. She loves it.

Barry tips forward to kiss her and Lup ends up laughing into the kiss, playfully rocking back enough that she nearly goes sprawling back to the ground. But she catches herself by grabbing for his arm, and just kinda giggles against his lips, Barry kissing her and Lup too giggly to reciprocate.]

Too bad you get such bad weed dick or I'd take you up on that. You know how much I love birthday sex.

[It's a shame Lup really can't control her volume when she's high. It feels like she just shrieked that out to all of the islands.]

I wanna match. Be one of those lame couples, just instead of matchin' outfits we have bomb ass matchin' hairstyles.