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Party's Party post for the Party! [OPEN]

In the last week, Party's does his job to set up a truly momentous party thrown by an anonymous organizer. To some he's admitted that he knows the organizer, to others he's only said that he'd heard of the party second or third hand, but those that know him best could probably tell whose handiwork is behind this. The fliers are artless and plain and they're everywhere in the days leading up to it, or at least everywhere Party can reasonably get them without getting police attention that would shut it down before it even starts.

It starts small and slow, a few high kids playing music on their cell phones and dancing, but it grows from there, a few DJs with small and portable setups and broken bottles in the street. Central to the whole affair is the Magical Innovation Centre, but it spreads out from there, disturbing the nearby neighborhood and hiding seedy activities with only minimal effort. At some point, there's even a series of wolf howls that seem to echo through the streets.

It's only a few hours from its small beginnings before it's broken up by the cops, but with no ringleader known, only interspersed random arrests are made. There just aren't enough police to get everyone.

(OOC: Party post! Post top levels, tag around and have fun!)

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Party's been getting a little more serious about politics lately, but he wouldn't be Party Poison if he wasn't all about fucking shit up sometimes. After the disappointing failure of the election, Party's more in the destructive mindset and what better way to say fuck you to the witches than to throw a dirty party on their prized possession?

Through some thinly-veiled subterfuge, he sets things up under the guise of organizing it for someone else's master plan and once the party's underway, he's throwing himself into the fun full-force. The thing about parties like this is that once they get going, they don't need a host, mysterious or otherwise, so Party does what he does best; he takes weird pills, drinks a lot and grinds up on everyone in reach, laughing until he pukes. If he's a little sloppy in his day-to-day life, he's a dumpster fire when he's in his element and this is certainly that.

The whole night, Party can be found bouncing around between laughing, dancing, socializing and generally throwing himself into the party spirit with reckless abandon until the police show up and Ghoul has to drag him home because he can't get his feet to work right.

Kathryn's here! Probably looking a little out of place when she shows up with a frappucino but she gets into the spirit quickly enough. She takes a couple of pictures of the assorted reprobates for Twitter and Instagram to share with her followers.

Once the frap's finished though? It's swapped out for a beer, and then the party starts. It had started as her coming out of curiosity, seeing what all the hubbub was about and debating on whether or not she wants to see the centre get wrecked or not, but honestly? It feels good to just let loose for a night.

She dances pretty much non-stop until, at some point during the night, she decides she's hungry and wanders off. Almost constantly drinking, dancing, taking whatever and smoking whatever — seldom seen without a drink in her hand past a certain point. Laughing and taking selfies with strangers that also go up on her Instagram; some of her followers show up too, and they get hugs and whatnot.

[just FYI, I'd rather Kathryn wasn't pegged as a fae please!]

When Finnick walks through the door he has a skeptical frown on his face. The smell of wolves is unmistakable and almost overwhelming to him, but he's been obsessively patrolling the edges of fae territory for the past couple months and he needs an excuse to relax a little bit, so he pushes through and resists the urge to turn around and catch the next train home.

It's partly an excuse to snoop, and certainly while Finnick is working on his first few drinks he looks around more than he should, careful not to touch anything that looks too suspect. This is the first time he's even been in the borough since they broke the fae out of this place and even looking around makes his chest feel tight with anxiety. That's resolved with more drinking, and even though it isn't fae wine Finnick manages enough to get rather tipsy, so as the party goes on Finnick grows bolder and more flirtatious. By the time it's broken up he has definitely lost his shirt somewhere (it's just inevitable) but until that point he might actually be having some fun.

Was it Roddy's goal to piss off the witches in every way possible? Well...no, but it certainly was fun, even if he was well aware that he could end up shortening his lifespan. Besides, Roddy loved raves, and since the event wasn't exactly organized, he was even able to set up his DJ equipment (which he'd brought just in case such an opportunity arose) and DJ for a bit.

The rest of the night he went around, enjoying the party and drinking a few too many beers after stashing his set in an unseen spot beneath the broken floorboards of a nearby warehouse that he was only familiar with due to his time as a rat.

He had also brought Mako with him, figuring that it wouldn't be awkward having two people he kind of sort of had a crush on in the same place, because he refused to acknowledge that crush. Of course, since he did bring her, Roddy made sure to keep an eye on her throughout the night, even when they weren't directly interacting, not wanting to be the one to take her into trouble.

Mako's first rave is thanks to Roddy and she takes the opportunity to heart, dancing energetically to the music and even pointing out a few good songs herself. If he was keeping an eye on her, she was definitely keeping her eye on him as well - just to be safe. Mako didn't drink much at all, maybe a single beer, she was content to just dance and meet new people.

That was the best part of a party - meeting new people, dancing with them, and enjoying the party. She's definitely not disruptive, though.

After the beer, she'll handily pull people in to dance with her often, losing herself in the music more often than not.

It's not the first party she's been too since she arrive in London-making friends with other teenagers had it's advantages-but it's certainly the biggest and most rowdy. It's also the most interesting. Most of the parties she'd went to had been decidedly human. The mingling made it a perfect reason to be out so late on a school night.

Well, that and the free booze.

Early in the festivities, Girl sticks to the sidelines. A cup in hand of something that makes her wince with every sip, she keeps her eye on the crowd and keeps to herself. But it doesn't take her long to get over any initial nervousness and out there with the other dancers. She grabs the nearest willing partner, dragging them into a dance that's more laughter and waving limbs than the grinding of the crowd. There's apologies handed out for her throw elbows in between her shouting along to the songs and a few drinks plied off on those unfortunate enough to be in her bruising range. She manages to scatter at the first sign of the party being busted, having nothing more serious than a hangover to remember the night, but while things are raging she looks like she's having a blast.

The fliers are what had attracted her attention to it. They were, after all, sheer art. But a party, filling the streets... It's something that makes her feel amused, even if you really can't tell that. The music is loud, when she gets there, and it's not entirely terrible either.

So, she dances.

Of course Ghoul is here. But even after getting a few ("a few") drinks in his system, he's not nearly as much of a wreck as some members of the pack. He seems to be fairly forgettable tonight, actually. His appearances include stopping by to say hi to familiar faces, clinging on to a couple people and laughing like a lunatic over god-knows-what, or sneaking his way out of clusters of dancing bodies that Party keeps literally dragging him in to.

Until he climbs up on a chair in one of the slightly quieter areas and yells, "Somebody lost their keys!" They jingle in his hand as he holds them up for display. As he begins to twirl them around a finger by the ring, he hears a voice somewhere off to the side say I think those are mine? He points with his free hand and declares, "And that is not my fuckin' problem," before getting on with the main event.

"Anybody wanna start the bid at £2?" Ghoul grins when a hand raises. Time to see how much money he can make from stuff that isn't his.

Damn straight is Nancy down for a party. It's been a long time since she'd gotten to go to a party sort of party- the last one, she thinks, was at Fabric. No, this is wonderful with pulsating music, bright lights, and bottles flowing free and plenty.

So Nancy's a few drinks in, wandering and dancing, a bottle never far from her grasp. Somewhere along the lines, someone gifts her with a glow-in-the-dark necklace. Tonight was the sort of night she'd needed for a while, free from relationship troubles and ghosts of her past and people asking her for anything. Tonight she could be twenty for once. And she'd be damned if she didn't act like it.

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Party Poison | OPEN

"Kathryn" || Open yo

OPEN

Roddy Geiger | Open

Mako Mori | Open

Girl | Open

Wednesday || Open

ghoul / ota

Nancy | OTA