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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.
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[ She points out Simon, across the room. ]
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[Ha. Yeah, there's a morbid joke hiding in there somewhere. What do you call a skeleton stripped of the one thing he hinges his existence on?]
That's your bro? Huh. Should've recognized the family resemblance.
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[ Not having Simon here would make things 1000% more difficult, she's sure of it. Missing a brother can't be fun, even for self-proclaimed monsters.
She giggles at the idea of a family resemblance. ]
Maybe. Do they look alike? [ She can't really tell. ]
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[He's mostly just pulling her leg, and he winks at her, bone closing neatly down over the socket to signify the joke.]
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Do monsters eat? [ Monsters like him, she means. ]
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[Just like pretty much all the stuff he's brought here to drink. Everything else just goes right through.]
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[A steak in the same of Mettaton's face, some nameless artifact of dog-related import, you know, the usual. Sans rummages around in his pocket, extracts a bottle of ketchup that he holds out to her.]
Can give it a sip, if you want. Can't promise you'll like it. [Particularly since it's been infused with some...alcoholic properties.]
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And of course it's ketchup. With alcohol. She pulls a face. ]
Problematic.
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"Problematic," huh? Well, don't worry. You don't even gotta digest it. Does a real nice job of fixin' up any injuries you humans tend to get.
['Course, when you only got 1 HP, it's purely superfluous on his part. He doesn't even technically need food, being the skeleton monster he is. He just likes it, and the looks on people's faces when they see him drinkin' a full bottle of mayonnaise or some other condiment is priceless.]
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Ah well. ]
Are they all like this?
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[He sips some from his bottle without really opening his mouth. Look, it's magic. He's magic. Anything's possible.]
You get some pretty weird dishes in the Underground. Also the best burgs you've ever tasted.
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What's a burg?
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We gotta petition one of these gods for gettin' us a fast-food joint down here.
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Fried rice.
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Fried stuff's always good. Should make a staple down here.