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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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Rose is glad that's not actually the case. ]
Mm, yes, I see - [ says the blond, stroking her imaginary beard. She then uses the same hand to grab the now not on fire shot and knock it back. It unfortunately, like everything now, tastes terrible. Still! He doesn't have to know that. She sports a winning grin of her own after the fact. ]
Not bad, dude. Never thought I'd have a decent drink again.
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His body temperature burns hotter than others, and he leans forward. ] Hang out with me, and you'll get more decent drinks. Name's Johnny. Johnny Storm. What's yours?
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Is that so? Well, now you'll definitely have a hard time getting rid of me. [ Hm. Is he supposed to be this toasty? Not that it's a bad thing. ] I'm Rosalina Nurumi, but that's a little fancy for me so, please- Just call me Rose.
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[ He pours another shot for her and him both, and shifts hers towards her while he drains his own. Delicious and burny, yes. ]
So, you don't really like the fancy stuff, huh?
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[ She downs another shot without much hesitation. The woman wishes it tasted as good as it probably is, but... Haven screwed her up in all sorts of ways. She's good at making due though.
The blond wrinkles her nose jokingly at the mention of 'fancy.' ]
No, that's never been me. I'm a girl of simple pleasures.
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[ Self-deprecating with a sense of humor, that type of girl is always fun to hang out with. ]
So, where do you come from, Rose of simple pleasures?
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Originally? Japan. Then all over the States. I was a roadie. [ She's got the punk rock vibe going on with the faded pink streak through her hair and short curly (more like frizzy, nowadays) hair. ]
Then I landed in a place called Haven for two years. Seems like here is the next place I'm destined to be.
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A roadie in Haven? Good time, or bad time?
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[ The blond finally puts her other arm up to rest on the bar instead of hidden at her side and the reason she'd been doing everything one-handed becomes obvious. She only has one hand. ]
It wasn't. [ A sigh, but she follows it up with a smile. ] Ah well. What's done is done, right?