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hadriel_logs2016-08-14 10:17 pm
strangelic) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-08-14 10:17 pm
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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.
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.
Simon, OTA especially for negative CR
Licking his lips, Simon eyes his partner, seemingly entirely uninterested in closing the distance between him and the unlucky soul stuck in here with him.]
This seems like a terrible idea.
No offense.
[There's totally offense. Sorry about that.]
did someone say negative CR
Have you ever even kissed anyone before?
[There's no mistaking the disdain in her voice. Why did she even come to this party? She could be sewing or practicing glyphcrafting, but no. She's so fucking bored that she had to come here, and then some asshole shoved her into this closet for a game she hasn't played since middle school. With a guy who clearly has a stick so far up his ass that she's amazed he even knows what this game is.]
You seem like a huge nerd, sorry. [She's not sorry. Actually, the only thing she's sorry about is that she's right about the stick up his ass and his being a nerd, because he's not exactly hard to look at.]
i sang it in my heart of hearts
Right, because your assessment of my love life and eligibility are incredibly important for my own sense of self-worth. Thank you, I can now die satisfied.
[Is the dry, equally disdainful reply. Two can play that game, lady, and he is not at all pleased about being stuck in here already.]
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[Who the fuck does this asshole even think he is, really.]
And before you toss out a followup, no, I do not want to make out with you. I have a boyfriend.
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That's good, because I wasn't planning on offering. I don't kiss strange girls. Even ones as clearly irresistible as you.
[Ah, yes, insult the girl who is occupying the same square yard of space as you. Excellent plan, Simon.]
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[He's right about one thing: she is irresistible.]
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[And why wouldn't it be? He's young, handsome, and a doctor. Also a fugitive on the run from the law with an emotionally and physically damaged psychic younger sister, but those don't detract from the first three, honest.]
You can always leave. You know, go find that boyfriend of yours, drag him into a closet instead.
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That stings, by the way, because Matt isn't in this hellhole, but she's not going to tell that to this loser.]
I don't need to pull him into a closet to have a good time. And in case you hadn't noticed-- [She tries to open the doir, only for it to be slammed shut again.
Fuck you, Kate.] --we're stuck here for a full seven minutes.[That's the namw of the game, asshole.
you rang????
Mello did not have a normal childhood and did not play normal teen party games, so the concept of Seven Minutes in Heaven is a little outside his base of knowledge.]
I don't understand the objective of this.
i did, as i always will
Mostly to give the audience out there something they can giggle about while drinking themselves stupid. Or giving them an excuse to be intimate with someone while maintaining a shield of excuses, should embarrassment or rational thought try and intervene.
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Intimate?
[His head swivels toward Simon, eyebrows raised. He almost-laughs.]
No offense, but you're really not my type.
[It's a lie; Mello doesn't have a type, outside of what will be of some benefit to him.]
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None taken. I generally prefer my partners to be willing and aware of the circumstances ahead of time. Also, not total strangers. I'm not sure I caught your name before they shoved us in here?
[This is where someone polite would introduce themselves. However, judging from the past few times this has happened to him, he isn't exactly expecting polite.]
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[Politeness is overrated: A Mello's Opinion.]
And you didn't give yours, either.
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It's Simon. Or Dr. Tam, if you prefer. I'd offer to shake hands, but I feel like we're beyond that at this point.
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[He's just not even gonna with the handshake comment.]
What kind of doctor?
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