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! ]

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! ]

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. ]

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. ]

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]

[ 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. ]

[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. ]

[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. ]

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. ]

[strangelic]

[ Castiel is in command of this particular round of the game, on account of he just downed an entire bottle of alcohol in one long gulp, and he's very aware of Dean watching him. But he's not going to mess up the game by being self conscious about it. He'll take his turn, and slide out of his place if need be, ceding it to another.

But when the bottle stops spinning, it stops spinning facing Dean, and Castiel takes the challenge head on, drawing Dean in. ]

Dean. [ Authoritative, and firm. ] Truth or dare?

[kickingand]

[ Oh.

Shit.

That sure as hell wasn't supposed to happen. Dean stares at the bottle pointed at him for a good few seconds, all but outright cursing it under his breath, before he realizes that Cas has straight up asked him the heated question he would have taken from nearly anyone else. If it wasn't Cas, he could have easily made an argument for choosing one or the other, but now he wants neither and he lifts his gaze back to Cas', trying to think quick on his feet. ]

Dare.

[ That's easier than Cas asking him some painfully pertinent question, right? Right? ]

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. ]

[strangelic]

Okay.

[ Castiel set his jaw, just staring across at Dean uneasily. He'd been told that dares could involve all sorts of things, including kissing, but that...didn't seem like the wisest idea given the circumstances. He blinked, tipped his head forward, turning his thoughts inward.

Part of this, he told himself, was to make sure that Dean spent some time around other people. He'd come. He didn't want to scare him away. The least he could do was get him involved. On his terms.

So when he lifted his chin, he had a dare ready. ]

Sing your favorite song. And um. Do the... What do you call it? The air guitar.

[knifecollecting]

[Now this is more like it. Jo settles in and smirks over the candle.]

Hey.

Re: MINGLE: Are you afraid of the dark?

[knifecollecting]

[Jo shows up with a lantern and shakes her head, quickly grabbing a drink and working at it.]

Someone needs to set up a strobelight or something. [Too bad such a thing probably doesn't exist here.]

Re: Castiel | Supernatural

[knifecollecting]

[Jo knows the angel can't get drunk, but she weaves through the partygoers with two beers and holds one out for him.]

You're going to scare someone if you keep standing like that.

[strangelic]

[ He blinks, tilting his head around to face her, and none the less accepting the bottle into his hand. It isn't that he can't drink - he can - but people in Hadriel would probably be furious with him if he drunk the place dry trying to get even the slightest bit messed up.

Imagine. They'd have to deal with this place sober. ]

I didn't realize--do you think so? [ He looks like the idea upsets him. ]

[skelebro]

[You ever played a game of poker with a guy who smiles all the time? I don't just mean your average run-of-the-mill tongue-in-cheek grin, either - not that Sans has tongues or cheeks to pull that sort of maneuver off. But you're playing across from a skeleton whose face is frozen in a more or less permanently smug if very disarming perpetual rictus, and he's not givin' away nothin'.

Let it be said that Sans has the most refined poker face you've possibly ever seen, though that might have more to do with physiology than technical skill. Oh, who're we kidding? It's totally both.]

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. ]

[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]

[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.]

[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.]

[strangelic]

[ Castiel has already drunk at 'never have I ever eaten human food' because he has, and he did, and for a few hours it was actually amazing for no other reason than because a Horseman of the Apocalypse made it so.

But he gets stuck at the next one. ]

What's a punchline?

[skelebro]

It's when you tell a joke. You got the set-up like, uh - what's a skeleton's favorite type of architecture? And then, you got the punchline:

Skullpture.

[He spreads one bony hand wide, palm up.]

Y'see?