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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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[Wow Ichigo, you're two for two on "questions that almost everybody asks him within thirty seconds of meeting him". Not that he's judging.
Just kidding. He's totally judging. Kind of his job, you know.]
I'm a monster. It's a species where I come from. Bone and bred. Heh heh heh.
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annoyingendearing quirk, aren't they.Anyway, that sounds like the latter to Ichigo. A whole species of living skeleton people....he's imagining skeleton families with little skeleton babies and maybe a skeleton dog.......
No, that's ridiculous. There's no way it's actually like that.
OK. Race of people. They look like skeletons. They are skeletons.]
OK, I think I got it. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Skeleton. I'm Ichigo.
....what's that you're drinking?
[It looks unusually solid for a drink....]
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[That first statement is probably an embellishment of some kind. Pays to be tight-lipped about your origins - metaphorically, anyway.
He swirls his glass of mustard and takes a sip without his grin slipping or fading in the least.]
What, this? 'S some quality Dijon. Good stuff. Wanna sip?
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Sans, right. I'm Ichigo.
[Dijon? For a second, Ichigo doesn't put it together -- and then he smells it. Sans is drinking straight mustard.
That's like ten times weirder than him being an actual skeleton.]
Uh...no thanks, I'll pass.
[Gross.]
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[Shrug. And down the hatch it goes.]
Gotta doctor this stuff up special, anyway. All the other stuff here goes right through me.
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[Ahem.]
Hey, lighten up. I'm just ribbin' ya.
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--ribbing. Because you're a skeleton. I get it.
That's, what, three puns in two minutes? Are you trying to set a record?
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[And so would the entire room, because everyone would either be groaning or telling him to get out.]
What can I say? I'm a punny guy.
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[He says, from the peanut gallery.]
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[Keep 'em coming, Ichigo, he can do this all day.]
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why
HE'S CHANGING THE SUBJECT]
Anyway, how do you make it so the mustard doesn't go through you?
[because he is curious...]
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Put a little magic into it. Monsters are all made of the stuff, so it's not too difficult. Consistency helps it stick a little a better.
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Well, unless...]
You're not screwing with me, are you?
[There's a difference in tone between someone who means That's ridiculous and I don't believe you and someone who means I'm just checking, because you seem like the kind of guy who would. Ichigo's is the latter.]
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Now why would I do that? You can give it a taste, if you want. Magic converts straight to energy, can really spruce you up.
[He offers the glass of mustard to Ichigo, ever polite.]
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Are you kidding? That's just asking to be messed with.
[Besides, if there is magic in it, and it doesn't mesh well with humans, he'll have to admit to an actual doctor that this happened because he drank a talking skeleton's magic mustard, and that sounds like embarrassment waiting to happen. No, caution--and in no small part disgust at the idea of drinking mustard straight--wins out.]
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[He shrugs and takes another swig from his glass. That's the stuff.]
You mayo not like it, it's true. Kind of an acquired taste.
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[Okay, cool, the accepting-magical-candy-from-strangers danger has passed. Ichigo pulls a face, but whether it's at the pun or the idea of acquiring a taste for mustard is anyone's guess.]
Is that really all you can drink?
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[But it sure does make for a great party gag! He's definitely made jokes out of sipping a smoothie that spills right through his ribs and ends up a sticky mess on the floor. And then definitely not cleaned it up afterwards.]