August 15th; It's a Spooky Party!

[strangelic]

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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GAME: IC At Least I've Never

[strangelic]

[ Castiel knew nothing about the game until it was explained to him, not that it made much sense even so. It wasn't until he watched a round or two himself that it began to make sense, enough for him to personally explain the rules to anyone who was just as miffed by the idea.

So, booze in hand, it's your turn. The real question is: when it comes to At Least I've Never, is it winning to have never done some of these things, or a victory to get as trashed as possible? ]

[ ooc: please feel free to post a few at a time, and play the game in your own threads or use them as conversation starters! ]

Castiel | Supernatural

[strangelic]

[ Castiel clears his throat before his turn. He has an unfair advantage, in that it takes a million drinks to get him trashed. And he's not done a whole lot of incredibly normal things. So he hums, and says one of the following: ]

1. At least I've never eaten pie.

2. At least I've needed spectacles.

3. Never have I ever had sex.

4. Never have I ever had a mother.

5. At least I've never been grounded.

6. Never have I ever lost my shoe.

[ Lowering the tone straight out of the gate. You're welcome. ]

[skelebro]

[Let it be said that Sans also has an unfair advantage, primarily because this alcohol will go straight through him. No, literally. It'll run right past his ribs and spatter all over the floor and it'll be totally disgusting, so that makes it one hundred percent worth it.

After a while, though, he swaps the ineffective alcohol with a bottle of some condiment or another, "specially" prepared in such a way that'll help it to imitate some of the less elegant effects of getting stone-cold plastered.

Again: totally worth it.

Sans is also just as good at this game as his grinning exterior would imply.]

Never have I ever written something in Times New Roman.

[And that's just to start with. As the party goes on, he starts counting increasingly improbable non-achievements off on his phalanges.]

Never have I ever done a load of laundry.

Never have I ever eaten human food.

Never have I ever failed to land a punchline.

Never have I ever opened my mouth.

[Yeah. That's right.]

GAME: IC Truth or Dare

[strangelic]

[ This one, he knows the rules to, although in this case Truth or Dare is being played with an empty bottle. Helpful assistance has been provided in the form of a forfeit dare for those who refuse to speak the truth, or do as they are told--with the forfeitee kissing the darer on a body part of their choice, should they fail to follow through.

It's meant to be fun, guys. But on the other hand, how better to play along with Fear's demand for this event? Dare your friends to tell a spooky story...or dare them to go and throw up on his altar. Okay, don't do that.

Alternatively, this game may be played at some point in the evening with chopsticks, in which one character selects the "King" chopstick, with a crown carved into it, and therefore earns the right to dare one of his fellows. Please feel free to have your character playing either version, or specify if you'd rather stick to one. ]

[ ooc: Feel free to write a starter for this, or just post an empty top level. Your character is now open to be given requests for truth or dare! When asked "Truth or dare", answer wisely, depending on who's asking! ]

[kickingand]

[ Dean is going to be hanging out on the outskirts of these particular shenanigans and whatever group has clustered around to decide to play. Because if he's going to torture himself by being here in the first place, he might as well do something, right? And even if the bravado this man possesses is not to be rivaled, he's... pretending that he's not really playing and is more so going to be watching. Because seeing people make fools of themselves is by far more fun than actually participating in any of it.

Which is to say- call him out and make him do something. Really. He dares you. ]

[somuchlove]

[There's a small child hanging around. Chara has played truth or dare way back when and they see no reason not to try it. The bottle used for a spinner is new, however, since they just went back and forward before.

They can't help but smile a bit wider than usual. If there was one thing they were good at - besides murder - it was particularity nasty dares. Players beware, there's a level of wickedness behind that cute smile. You're not playing on Easy Mode.]

[skelebro]

[He's likely to back out. He's very likely to back out should things get a little too weird. Generally, Sans is not all about puttin' himself out there, and if his reticent nature doesn't open him to truthing, his 1 HP-ass leaves him even less liable for daring.

But who knows. You might surprise him.]

ota;

[hasitsthorns]

[ Dares aren't the problem for Rose. In fact, she encourages whoever she might be playing with at the time to 'hit her with their best shot.' She has no qualms doing the ridiculous or the dangerous when it comes to dares. It's just good fun, isn't it?

Truth is what will make her uncomfortable. She won't give any indication as such and she's good at omitting things, definitely, but... It almost feels like an exercise in deciding if things here will be as they've always been. The others had finally gotten her to open up and they aren't here now; being honest to a whole new batch of people is a terrifying concept. Being that vulnerable all over again is... a lot, right now. She may try yet old habits also die hard. Just like her. ]

river tam ; ota ; prose or brackets welcome

[enchangement]

[ She isn't drinking yet but she is watching the game with interest, occasionally breaking out in little peals of laughter at some of the truths or dares.

Whenever anyone looks at her too long she simply stares back, eventually sticking her tongue out. ]

Can we play?

GAME: IC Seven Minutes in Heaven

[strangelic]

[ This one had to be explained to him. At length. And then explained again when he said "but why Heaven?" and then again when he said "but why seven minutes?" But whatever, he's got there. So this party game has been included in your evening's entertainment. There's a door, with a little closet space on the other side of it, and everyone is watching.

Well, maybe not everyone. Maybe some people are playing Twister instead. Or hiding outside in the dark trying not to get involved in any of this shameless madness. ]

[ ooc: Congratulations, your character is now in a dark closet. The next character to enter is their partner for Seven Minutes in Heaven. Be nice! Or don't. This is the middle of a Fear event, after all, and people are definitely afraid of the dark. ]

Castiel | Supernatural

[strangelic]

[ Look, he feels like he has to play this game, that he's sort of required to join in with it at least for a short while, just because it has heaven in the name.

Just be aware that he is innocent and precious and wants to follow the rules and fit in with his peer group. Be nice to the poor, sad, pining-for-his-best-friend angel. Or at least be aware that if seven minutes of to-the-letter snogging happens, AND IT VERY WELL MIGHT, Cas will be facing consequences.

DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING.

In any case, here he is, standing in the dark. Not that it makes a great deal of difference, given that he doesn't see things the same way as everyone else. But hey, at least close his eyes, and pretend really hard. ]

river tam ; closed to the winter soldier

[enchangement]

[ River doesn't get this game at all. She gets why people are watching (they're nosy and that's fine) and she gets that this is supposed to be fun somehow, but...for one thing, seven minutes seems both an impossibly long and terribly short time to have to get to know someone, much less kiss them, especially considering the person in here with her.

His arm is metal. She wants to reach out and poke it as fast as she can but that wouldn't end well, so she clasps her hands behind her back and rocks on the balls of her feet a little and says: ]

Hi.

[ Anticlimactic, that. But she follows it up with what's sure to be a winner: ]

Better if Steve was in here, then we'd all have something to do.

[ Because even if she's never met him before, she's met Steve, and that means knowing of the man who stands in this dark closet with her. ]

Twister!

[strangelic]

[ Twister is the game that got Cas into all this trouble in the first place. Oh, it was such a great idea, which was why Kate was the one organizing this party instead. Nope, oh wait, it's the angel who thinks being social is having five friends share an apocalyptic drink before you die. Maybe not.

But if it can get an angel into trouble then it can definitely ruin your social/love/actual life as well. So get spinning. ]

[ ooc: Post an empty header, or write something if you wish. You are now playing Twister with the character tagging in. Or maybe two or three other characters at once! Either way, here is an online spinner for your assistance...or feel free to make them up as you go along, for maximum tumble fun. ]

GAME: Poker!

[strangelic]

[ Poker is a little safer, so long as everyone leaves their clothes on. Dean taught it to him as a distraction, and at least one pack of cards is available. Just don't bend them, burn them, lose them--this angel needs constant distractions. For 'chips', a selection of brown and white pebbles collected from by the river are at your disposal. ]

[ ooc: Use the random card generator to create your rivers and hands. Just remember to draw them all at once, so they're from the same deck! Again, feel free to write a starter or just post an empty top level. ]

[kickingand]

[ And here we have a game that calls Dean's name every day of the week. Though he might be regretting teaching it to Cas at this point- no, that's not true, he doesn't regret it in the slightest. But it's the only thing that's truly saving him at this point and keeping him here; complications being what the are, Dean is already halfway inclined to run. But put a deck of cards in his hands and he's automatically shuffling, waiting for someone to join. ]

MINGLE: Are you afraid of the dark?

[strangelic]

[ It's dark, gloomy, but there's a party going on indoors and everyone is clearly trying their best to have a good laugh at Fear's expense. Maybe.

But not necessarily everyone is trying to do just that. In a corner of the bar, a little cluster of bloodied candles sit in the middle of a round table, and this little enclave has become the focus of all the worst of the spookiness going on around here. As people peer across the light into the glowing faces of their companions, perhaps they're inspired by the urge to tell that story about Chainsaw Jack and his three fingered friend... ]

[ ooc: You should write a starter here, or else jump right into your spooky story. Go for it! ]

Castiel | Supernatural

[strangelic]

[ In a way that is not awkward at all, Castiel is sitting on the other side of the table, staring across at the other people. He's been quiet through a lot of the talking, and still as a statue, his face cut out in golden light and deep shadow.

Maybe he has a story to tell, and maybe he just needs someone to wave a hand in front of his face to get his attention. ]

Castiel | Supernatural | ota

[strangelic]

[ Before the event begins, Castiel can be found just trying to collect things together, the bar only lit by what candles and lanterns are present. He can be found laying food out on one of the tables, or else crouching outside, painting a twister board on the pavement. It's a rudimentary effort, really, and the fall might be more painful than it ought to be, but he has the feeling that other patrons might disagree with him painting on the bar room floor.

Something about vandalizing public spaces.

In any case, he's more than happy to answer questions about what he's doing, even if this is all an adventure to him either way. He's never held a party before, has no idea if what he's doing it right, or even convenient. He's sure he could be stepping on someone's toes, but his intentions are good: bring people together, get them playing and having fun, and maybe they'd forget their pain for five minutes. Making friends was always far better than the alternative. ]

[enchangement]

[ There's a girl there, suddenly, tilting her head at Castiel and his painting while rocking back and forth, shifting her weight from one foot in front to the other behind. She asked Wanda to braid her hair, but already some tendrils have worked their way free and hang near her face. ]

Will it dry in time?

river tam ; ota ; prose or brackets welcome

[enchangement]

[ River comes dressed in shades of green and blue, sweater sleeves pulled down past the heel of her palms, still wearing her combat boots. There's a small package in her arms, and River keeps it clutched tightly to her as she makes her rounds in the party, spending the first hour or so just watching as opposed to getting involved in any games.

Once the paint is dry for Twister, however, look out; River will both play and help choose colors at random for a good chunk of the evening.

Eventually she may drift over to the bar to investigate the various spirits. Or slowly peel the paper labels off the bottles. That too.

[ feel free to run into River anywhere @ the party! ] ]

[kickingand]

[ Dean is... still really mostly just trying to get himself trashed. Just like every other day here in these lovely caves, but now he's just attempting to be supportive towards Cas at the same time. And doing a shit show of a job at it, he knows. But what can you expect, Dean Winchester is not a master at the art of caring for others.

But he is damn good at drinking a lot.

And you, kiddo, are kind of endearing, what with your paper label peeling habit... and your thinking he's actually capable of holding a tune. ]

Lookin' for new wallpaper?

Ichigo Kurosaki, OTA

[liketeenspirit]

[This is the face of a guy whose friends dragged him out here. It's a scowling face, skirting the edge between surly and bored, above firmly crossed arms. He's leaning against the table he's set his flashlight on, watching the weird spooky party happen from the outskirts. He's super lame and bad at fun.

...and the flashlight keeps flickering out.]

...aw, crap, not again.

[He flicks it on and off uselessly, then hits it against his palm a couple times with no luck.]

Maybe I should have brought one of those creepy candles instead...

[skelebro]

[While Ichigo's attention is elsewhere - maybe rooted on that uncooperative flashlight of his - Sans shows up right in front of his face. Like, literally, we're talking maybe a foot away at most.

This literal skeleton is grinning quite cheerfully, one hand shoved deep in his jacket pocket, the other clutching a glass of something that looks suspiciously like mustard.]

'Sup?

| kate galloway. open.

[dedikated]

( she really only comes because she kind of made this happen. in reality, kate would much rather spend the entirety of this funtime event in her flat, ignoring everyone's attempts at being scary.

but there's alcohol and she can at least pretend to be less bothered than she is with a bit of it in her system. and a few pranks that are carl-level in their immaturity, but enough to take the edge off. so she pushes a few people into closets. mostly accidentally. mostly.

aside from that, she drinks and watches people. she rolls her eyes when she overhears ghost stories and nods to whomever she recognises in an attempt to be somewhat sociable. )

[skelebro]

[Hey, Sans remembers you.

He's got a cup of what appears to be some kind of relish in bony hand, which he's sipping from without parting his teeth or opening his mouth in any way. It's a gift. Or magic. Probably magic.]

Kate, right?

steve rogers | ota

[prespangled]

[He can't remember ever going to a single party and having a good time. The last couple of times had just meant a lot of standing around until his feet and back were killing him. He'd even managed to get into a fight at a party, which meant Bucky had gotten into a fight at a party, and the brunette that his friend had liked at the time never spoke to him again.

But he'd decided to give this one a chance. There was something about morale and community, and given their current circumstances, being together in one place didn't seem like such a bad idea. His bottle of beer was meant to last the entire night, but then he'd chosen 'dare', and his dare was apparently to have another drink, and daring Steve Rogers to do just about anything means watching him do it or die trying.

He's kind of wobbly on his stool, and there's a little flush on his otherwise pale skin. But he has to admit, he's not having such a bad time.]

Hey - do you think they have any schnapps?

[wipedclean]

[He's here to keep an eye on Steve. And it's a good thing too, because Steve is drunk and getting drunker, and it is not okay. But he's not sure what to do about it. He's not sure what he can do about it, aside from physically pick Steve up and carry him away from the party, and even then he's not sure he could keep Steve from escaping and going back unless he actually tied him down and he's not really willing to do that tonight.

So instead he follows Steve around with a frown.]

I don't think you should have any schnapps.

Rukia Kuchiki | ota

[face_kick]

[Of course she was going to her first cave party, there was no way she'd miss this. She had even managed to drag the resident Grumpy Cat Ichigo along. Once there, she has on her sparkliest personality, smiling and cute-voiced. It's kind of a change from the person some might have met upon her arrival. She's even managed to find herself a nice, simple dress, blue and white in this eternal night.]

[Hovering just behind her shoulder is a small orb, glowing palest blue, shedding just enough light for her to see. Unless her concentration wavers, in which case it might go out abruptly, since it's being powered by a kidou spell.]

[From spooky stories to games to, yes, some alcohol (does she look old enough to drink to you? Really?) Rukia is everywhere, intent on enjoying herself.]

[truthvalue]

[That glow-in-the-dark orb thing is pretty cool, actually. Souji needs to know!]

Excuse me, miss ... are you doing that by yourself?

Ken Kaneki | OTA

[anthropophagite]

[ Kaneki is way too shy for his own good, so he isn't there for games and drinking (he can't do the later, after all) - he is there because he doesn't want to be alone. Sure, Fear told them to scare each other, but Kaneki doesn't need scary stories for that: being stuck here is scary as it is.

Plus, he has no idea if other ghouls are around.

So he can be found around:

a) sitting at a corner, hoping nobody notices him that much. He is a wallflower, after all, and this is definitively not the sort of environment he is used to.

b) Asking at the bar for coffee. Indeed, while everyone is drinking, he is looking for coffee; black, no sugar, no scream, nothing other than just black coffee. And if that fails, he will ask for water. What a party guy he is! ]



[ ooc: if for some reason your character can sense that Kaneki isn't completely human (through smell, spirit, soul, whatever), feel free to mention it! ]

[hasitsthorns]

You're gonna be up all night, dude.

[ Rose wonders if caffeine affects his body the same way it does humans though. She can smell it on him that he's a non-human, after all, but she doesn't make any indication of it. Especially since she can't peg down what he is by scent alone. Strange.

She knows she needs a lot of caffeine for it to work. Just like she needs a lot of alcohol to feel any of its effects. Thankfully, it always tasted disgusting straight so there's not much of a difference there anymore. Still. ]

You sure you want coffee?

jean grey | ota

[lineare]

[ Jean's never been much for parties -- at least, not this sort. The professor's never been much for these mixers, and the nature of Jean's powers just about assured that she would mostly keep to herself, avoiding places where people congregated. It's chaos, the hum of voices and the additional chorus of thoughts, but she's gained better control of it all the same, learning to treat it as white noise, attempting to block them out to at least hear her own thoughts.

People are having fun here tonight, and she's nursing a light beer at the counter, consciously keeping out of the way of others, and not entirely certain about how to break the ice with people. See, being a telepath is one thing, and being sociable is an entirely different thing altogether.

But she's observing the people anyway, curious as to just what kinds of people have made their way to this place, picking up on fragments of thoughts, an outsider looking in. But when someone comes up beside her, she speaks up first. ]

Seems like Halloween's started early.

[enchangement]

[ River has wandered over to the bar again, at this point more waiting to see if her brother has a better time than he has been; she's given Steve his gift, and talked to people, and it's good. It's really nice, actually, though she is worried about Dean and Castiel.

It'll keep, she thinks, at least until tomorrow.

The redheaded woman speaks up and River tilts her head at her. She's been quiet most of the night. ]

What's a halloween?

johnny storm | ota

[fulminants]

around;
[ Johnny loves parties. He loves the ambience, the people, the attention -- he loves moving through them, flirting and chatting up a storm, creating connections and finding out about people; and even though this particular setup leaves much to be desired, a party's a party, right?

He's happily mingling, telling stories and flirting with the prettiest faces he can find, making use of the spooky atmosphere -- right now, however, he's providing light of his own to the people he's currently chatting up, having concluded a spooky story about a hotel room and a red eye in the keyhole. ]

But hey, if you need someone to keep those spooky shadows at bay -- [ He snaps his fingers, flames coming to life in his palm, controlled but burning bright. Johnny grins. ] I'm always around.

drinks;



See, this is what we call a fire and ice shooter.

[ Johnny's at the bar, and it doesn't take long before he's coming up with potent liquor mixes in shotglasses, catching blue and yellow flame when Johnny slicks his finger delicately over the rim of those glasses. It's something to behold especially in the darkened shadows; a flair of showmanship that is entirely Johnny's own.

He leans over like he's sharing a secret, pushing the shotglass over as he extinguishes the flame, blue eyes bright with wicked mischief. ] Here, try it. Tell me what you think.

around (but he's getting one of those drinks too, don't think he's not)

[benumbing]

Tell me, does it burn when you piss too?

[Jack is not the person he's trying to impress. Jack is the voice behind him, ruining the moment between Johnny and the person he's trying to impress. He grins as he watches them amscray, casually claiming the bar stool that they vacated.]

If the answer's 'yes', there is a clinic here. They might have some penicillin on hand.

L Lawliet | OPEN

[hearthebell]

[Going out in public is usually an imposition and always a risk. That being said, now that he's in a place where no one actually knows his name except for a select few he feels he can either trust or control, it seems worth it to go somewhere with opportunities to observe and draw a bead on the kinds of people the gods have chosen to bring to Hadriel.

He doesn't drink alcohol or make much of an overt effort to truly mingle. He's more of a skulker, hanging around the sidelines, more likely to listen to someone else's interaction than participate in his own. He doesn't look terribly approachable or friendly, but he does look hungry, haggard and perpetually on-edge. He is here because he feels like it's a practical way to spend his time, after all, and not to have fun.

It's doubtful that he even knows what having fun is, which is a touch ironic for someone who presents so childishly in spite of being in his 20s.

He's probably eavesdropping on you right now and looking absorbed enough in your conversation to be memorizing it. He doesn't seem to have the social awareness to be particularly subtle about it, staring directly at you. Do you continue to flirt, joke, or play your drinking game with your partner? Do you invite him to join in, or to piss off? The choice is yours, but without action he is likely to continue hanging around like a pale, uninvited ghost.]

[liketeenspirit]

....what're you lookin' at?

[This creep's been staring at him for at least a minute now, maybe longer. What's his deal?]