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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[ghoulaid]

Yikes. He shakes his head, cracking a faint smirk even though he tries to sound sympathetic when he says, "You make a lotta work for yourself, don't you?"

[outofthemanor]

"Of course not," Wednesday says. "I never mix work and pleasure."

[ghoulaid]

Did you know liquid isn't as enjoyable when it's inhaled rather than swallowed?

He makes the mistake of taking another mouthful of his drink a split-second before Wednesday speaks, which only leads to him sucking it down his throat incorrectly as he accidentally snickers and swallows at the same time. It's a very upsetting experience; he ends up sort of doubled over for a minute- choking, spluttering, and trying to laugh all at once.

She might kill him one day.

[outofthemanor]

"Are you choking?" She's curious, more than anything. "Is it pleasant?"

[ghoulaid]

When he rights himself again, it's with a screwed-up face and struggled wheeze. "It hurts," is all he says, his voice strained.

He clears his throat a bit after that, one hand pressed to his chest while the other sets his cup down. He's done with that now...

[outofthemanor]

"Hurts is not really clear enough," she mutters, looking among the drinks and pouring a small cup of water. "Take this. Small sips."

[ghoulaid]

Geez, what is she doing, a scientific study? "Y'ain't ever choked b'fore?"

Weird as she is, she seems to know what's up, so he looks appropriately grateful as he takes the water and does as instructed. Delicate little baby sips. See, listens sometimes.

[outofthemanor]

"Not personally, though making others choke was a past-time for a while."

Listen, to even begin to question her life. She made a scientific study of pain, it was very enlightening, but the university she came from didn't much like it. Something about a total violation of the ethical code of the department and potentially illegal. People can be so small-minded.

Though she's glad to see him listen, that is useful.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul takes a moment to stare at her from behind his new cup. Sure, his judgement is a little off right now, but he's pretty sure that's not a reasonable answer no matter what stage of sobriety he's in.

He's been staring for too long. He should probably say something. "--Uh, well... You're good at it?"

Nailed it.

[outofthemanor]

"Thank you."

Why yes, she is being genuine in her thanks

[ghoulaid]

She sounds sincere, so that in itself causes him to overlook how unnerving their topic of conversation is. He lifts his cup just a fraction in an acknowledging way, instinctively replying with, "Welcome."

His mom had been a real stickler for manners when he was little. It's hard to turn it off when he's compromised.

[outofthemanor]

Wednesday's parents were similar when it came to manners, so she nods her acknowledgement of his thanks. Really, manners are very little to ask in the grand scheme of things that using them doesn't bother her too much. She goes to refresh her own drink, though never a big amount at a time.