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

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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 Poison | OPEN

[injectablefame]

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" || Open yo

[falsify]

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!]

OPEN

[thelittlemerman]

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.

Roddy Geiger | Open

[roddy_reinigen]

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.

Party Poison | OPEN

[roddy_reinigen]

"Hey!" Roddy greeted happily as he approached Party. His own drinking had only just begun as Roddy had only started after going up and doing his set for a bit, wanting to be sober while showing off his DJing skills, but once that was done and his setup was stashed, he had seemed determined to catch up to the rest of the crowd.

"What's up?"

Mako Mori | Open

[redshoerevenge]

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.

[redshoerevenge]

"This is good!" Mako says with a wide, effortless smile as she bounces a little on the balls of her feet. "Are they always like this, these parties?" The beat is catchy and the songs are easily danced to, even if she's making up her own moves on the spot. Martial arts means she moves easily to the music at least.

Re: Party Poison | OPEN

[redshoerevenge]

Mako's just getting into the party spirit but she does so with enthusiasm, bouncing into and out of groups as she enjoys the night. Sometimes, like right now, she just pulls people in and this person she knows.

"Hello again!" she sings out. "This is good music. I think I like this one! How are you?"

[redshoerevenge]

"Hello! This is my first party. I think I like it very much!" Mako is all smiles as she runs into Kathryn, while she doesn't know her, she'll happily dance with her without a care in the world. There's something to be said for the energy that has this place charged up. Mako herself has been light on the drink and is actively attempting to keep the place as intact as she can.

Girl | Open

[thelastjoy]

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.

[knowntohisfriends]

Of course the Dodger gets close.

"Well, this is a right do."

Wednesday || Open

[outofthemanor]

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.

ghoul / ota

[ghoulaid]

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.

Nancy | OTA

[stauncherhearted]

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.

[thelastjoy]

Girl finally whirls away from the dance floor in search of more to drink, breathless and flushed from exertion. When she bumps shoulders with someone while trying to squeeze through the crowd, she wobbles into a turn with intent to apologize. Her gaze gets locked on the necklace, the 'sorry' on her tongue slurring off into an excited noise.

"Whoa, you're glowin'. Really cool." She gives Nancy a glassy-eyed smile. "Ya came real prepared."

[thelastjoy]

"Party!" Girl shouts at him as she pushed through the writhing bodies. The wild eyed crowd cheers around her and by the time she stumbles onto him, she's laughing. "Hey! Wow, look at all this. Beats anythin' I saw back home."

[thelastjoy]

It's early enough in the night that she's sticking to the edges of the room, content to nurse her drink rather than join the fray. Most of the wild eyed party-goers cast an air of excitement over the crowd so a dour mood starkly stands out.

"Most people don't frown so much at a party," Girl says as he walks near the corner she's in. "People are gonna think you don't wanna be here."

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick looks around for the source of the voice and stops when he sees her, smirking dryly at her and then at the crowd of people.

"I haven't decided whether I do yet," he says plainly, making an expression like nothing has made a good case for or against yet.

[thelastjoy]

She laughs under her breath, covering it by taking a sip of her drink. "Got something' against a good time? I think they've thrown together a pretty good shindig here."

She gestures out to the crowd, eyebrows raised. "Everyone's enjoyin' themselves. Maybe you just need to get out there."

[stauncherhearted]

Girl is probably way too young to be here, but Nancy's not a good judge. She's been drinking and worse since she wasn't even a teenager, and even now she was still so very young.

Nancy jolts, wobbling in high-heeled boots, but she maintains her balance expertly, like the boots were far more sturdy than they appeared to be. Hint: they were.

"Someone gave it to me! Isn't it pretty!" She gives the glowing tube a spin around her neck, and it winds up flopping lifelessly to the side.

[ghoulaid]

You know what she needs with all that fun? A heart attack.

At some point in the night, a menacing voice can be heard directly behind her. "I need to see your ID, kid." It's just Ghoul, of course, but he's hoping that if he sounds loud and angry enough, she won't be able to peg his voice right off the bat.

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul is not a dancer, yet he keeps ending up in the middle of it all. His kidnapper has become distracted (again), so he's making another escape. He squeezes through the crowd and ends up plowing in to someone a little smaller than even him- and it takes only seconds for him to recognize who it is.

"I know you!" Okay, maybe he doesn't know her-know her, but technicalities don't matter when you've made friends with liquor.

[outofthemanor]

Wednesday stares unblinkingly back at him.

"Yes," is her only comment on the matter.

[falsify]

Ooh, mystery keys. That could be fun. Or, you know, crazy illegal, but that's a problem for Future Kathryn. Right now there's mystery keys to get and she wants them, holding up her beer to make a grand bid, "I've got a fiver."

[ghoulaid]

He doesn't even seem to notice how unnerving that should be. He's grinning enough for the both of them anyway, so her face is fine. It can be as weirdly blank as it wants. "Are you good? You need anything?" Now it's his turn to be helpful, apparently.