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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[stauncherhearted]

She smiles. "Yeah; it was an odd grouping, the sorts I grew up with. Raised by a fae, boyfriend was a wolf, lots of the boys were wolves, and I was a witch, working with vampires." She shrugs it off. "Just goes to show." Another drink.

Nancy laughs, holding the flask out again. "Trust me; I grew up with far too many brothers to count. I can deal with a ruckus." Ad more importantly, she could get them to shut the fuck up and listen.

She could do that without the aid of magic.

"Magic's brill- mind you, I never got proper schoolin' in it."

[thelastjoy]

Raised by a fae? Someone connected with wolves working with the vampires? Her eyebrows shoot up towards her hairline. It's the oddest kind of group she's ever heard of and the surprise is obvious on her face.

"Had yourself the very definition of a blended family, huh?" She says daftly after a few moments. She takes the flask again, if only because she thinks drinking might be a better look than gawking. "I can imagine. Never had brothers but the pack was mostly boys pretendin' they weren't teenagers. You probably had your's listenin' to you better."

Girl cocks her head, considering. "They don't get you guys tutors or whatever?" The flask is handed back.

[stauncherhearted]

"You've got no clue," she admits, watching the young girl drink. "Yeah- they listened t'me because they knew they'd be in trouble if they didn't." Her boyfriend had been their Alpha, and Fagin had made sure they all knew to respect a lady. More or less.

"No." She drinks. "Taught ourselves, mostly. Never seemed t'matter much. I got a decent job, never went to school a day in my life." She shouldn't be telling the girl this. But here she is.

[thelastjoy]

She snorts and smiles. A strong willed woman is exactly what she imagines any pack would listen to, from all the stories she's heard of how her former one listened to her mother. "Always did see our kind bend with a firm enough hand. Good on ya, keepin' 'em in line."

Nancy definitely shouldn't be telling Girl that, if only because she hates school as it is and she gets a little green hearing someone else has gotten out of it. "Ain't that lucky! I'd skip showin' up to lectures everyday if I could. What do ya manage to do without havin' had to study for it?"

[stauncherhearted]

"Until recently," she says with a grin, "I wasn't on anyone's records." She had forged records now, so she could have things like, say, a passport and a bank account.

Now, unfortunately, she did exist, both in the mundane and supernatural world. She'd gone from being no one, a blip on the radar to the Night Council. Now she'd fucked the president, was dating the Vampire rep, the whole council knew she'd formerly been a prostitute, and she had a personal vendetta against the Mother of Witches. So much for anonymity.

"Meant no school"

[thelastjoy]

Confusion crosses her face, tugging at her smile. "What's that-" Girl starts, rubbing at her ear as though the noise of the party is effecting her. "How'd you get by with that?"

She'd heard of people forging their way through different identities; she thinks it's rather common in their community. Her own identity was as much as a forgery as any, faked parentage and all. But that still left traces, a trail to be followed. She couldn't imagine someone managing to avoid that.

Maybe that was part of magic.

"I think I can talk for every fifteen year old in the country to congratulate ya for that luck."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy shrugs. "Not really sure, t'be honest." Her entire life was kind of a bit of a mess, and the beginnings of it even more so. No one had bothered to tell her much, but she'd learned she was a debt collected. The old promise me your firstborn thing, as it were.

"My brothers say that on the regular," she says, and takes another drink of gin. Dodger was fifteen, she supposed, as much as anyone knew. He'd never gone to school a day in his life, either.

"I think some school'd be fun, though."

[thelastjoy]

"Huh. Okay." She rocks back on her heels, head cocked. Maybe things were just different over here and there was a logical reason she just wasn't thinking of. Or maybe Nancy just didn't want to divulge. It wasn't something to press.

"They know what they're on 'bout. They get stuck in school while you got to run free?" No wonder they listened to her. She had golden luck. Probably be a curse to cross someone like that.

Girl shakes her head, nose wrinkled. "Fun how? It's just a lotta people tellin' you what to do all day and dumb lookin' uniforms."

[stauncherhearted]

"Oh, no, they're free of school, too. Don't act jealous- they're bored out of their skulls half the time if they ain't got somethin' to do." She takes another drink and offers the flask back to girl.

"You get to learn! Big, important things, and go to dances, right? Football games, shenanigans. I think it'd be fun." Nancy had always longed for a normal life. School was the epitome of normal.

[thelastjoy]

"The whole lot of you then?" The surprise on her face grew. Nancy had mentioned being raised around wolves. Maybe other packs didn't force the issue of school or normalcy or responsibility. "You'd think teenage boys would be quick to find somethin' to do. Or at least find trouble, ya know."

Not that being a teenage girl had kept her out of any trouble.

"Sure, if it's all your kinda scene. The sports and gettin' asked to dances or fairs or whatever. Ya know, if you're the social type. Or pretty. It can be fun," Girl relents. She shouldn't paint such a horrid picture of it. "But mostly it's a lot of borin' stuff while ya wait for somethin' interestin' to happen."

She shrugs. "Anyway, think you've got it more fun. Out in the real world, no one to tell ya what to do. That's the life."

[stauncherhearted]

"Lots of trouble," she confirms. "But I'm sure you get into trouble too, with or without school." See? Her point stands: school is probably pretty great.

Nancy frowns, large and comical. "Oh- that's disappointing." If she'd gone to school, there was no way she'd have ever been allowed to bring Bill, her ex, to any of the dances or anything. Too old, and far to dangerous.

Nancy wrinkles her nose. "It's a fine life."

[thelastjoy]

That much was true. She only ever seemed to make friends with people who attracted trouble like flies to honey. "Plenty, I guess. But wolves are practically drawn to it."

She hums under her breath, shaking her head. "Disappointin', yeah. It's why you should be happy ya skipped it. No borin' kid stuff, you got to run off and be all adult early." And there's the envy back in her voice.

"Yeah? That whole-" Girl mimics Nancy's expression. "-doesn't really say fine."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy laughs. "You're right- can't deny that, no way."

She takes a long drink of her gin, putting off the next answer. "No, no, I was hardly playing adult." No, she had been since she'd been far, far too young, her entire childhood cut tragically short.

"Grass's greener."

[thelastjoy]

"Of course I am. Got a lifetime of experience with it."

She hums and shrugs a shoulder. "Maybe not playin', but you know what I mean. You didn't have to listen to people tellin' ya what to do for as long as the rest of us."

And isn't that the teenage dream; no rules, no authority.

"See? That's a very adult sayin'. You might think it looks green from there, but that's only 'cause everyone on this side is so jealous."