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

[injectablefame]

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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[thelastjoy]

She bristles even as confusion crosses over her face. Girl knows very little of what's been transpiring between all the factions; the wolves had been quick to give general warnings to stay far from this group or that, but had been scant on details. They've talked around the gist what happened here, but that was it. She'd been content to stay out of it until now. It looks like she should have asked more questions.

"I think we're an awful friendly sort," she says, forcing herself to look relaxed. She doesn't do a particularly good job. Girl can't tell what he is thus doesn't know what to expect. "Like I ain't even gonna be offended by bein' called a dog. Maybe you weren't givin' a fair shot the first time."

[thelittlemerman]

"My kind hardly ever are," Finnick replies in that smooth voice of his, tilting his head at her and smirking like he's waiting for her to guess how to proceed. He knows he's not being nice, but it's been a long time since he felt obligated to be nice to anyone and this party isn't the place to start. He'd rather keep everyone at arm's length anyway.

[thelastjoy]

"I dunno. I think any kind can prove to be, if they wanted." She's getting an idea of what he is. She may have never encountered one before but she'd heard enough stories to know to tread lightly. Her's spine's stiff with a hint of nerves. "You wouldn't have to be any different."