october: free for all | ❝ lurking in the shadows ❞

[quickfingers]

WHO: EVERYONE? Anyone. (And Peter.)
WHERE: X-Fam House, Nonah.
WHEN: Friday the 13th!
WHAT: Giant ass Halloween party. On Friday the 13th. YOU ARE ALL INVITED.
WARNINGS: tbd, probably some disaster.
NOTES: So this party's invites are pretty scattered so if you have CR with Peter, you can feel free to assume you've been invited (if he hasn't literally ic inboxed you) or found an invite/ heard about the party from anyone else and are still welcome to have fun! Feel free to plurk me (valleyheart) if you have questions but aside from Peter's top level, it's free game to do what you want!



The Invitations

[If you're a friend of Peter you might've been invited personally, but even so you might find one of these bad boys slipped your way, in your mail or taped to the inside of your next pizza order leading up to the 13th. On the back of the invitation is a hand scrawled address in Nonah, the home of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr - if you're familiar, you're familiar. If not, doesn't matter, 'cause it's Peter's disastrous party about to go down and you're still welcome.]

The House

[The party takes place at the "X-Fam" house in Nonah, which some of you may remember hosted a bbq not too long ago. Yeah, the place where Erik and Charles live - not that this party's sponsored by them in any shape, way or form. In fact it's more of a "while the cat's away, the mice will play" type scenario because asking permission to hold a killer party is not something Peter did.

He was responsible enough however to use caution tape to cross off the doors of the bedrooms in the house, preserving the privacy of his housemates to a degree. The other rooms aren't off limits and neither is the backyard, all of which are decorated festively for the occasion. Cobwebs litter corners and hallways, weaving through the banister rails complete with fake spiders nestled in them. The curtains are somber, as a variety of stick on decals are covering windows and mirrors alike. Decorations sit on mantles and door frames, with each window sill featuring a lit candle or something equally spooky.

The backyard is lit by dim orange lights, featuring seating and open night air for those who wish to get out of a hot, loud house and admire the stars. Just mind the witch legs and don't litter cigarette butts everywhere, alright?

The door's open and a variety of tunes are playing, audible from the street.]

The Party

[So you were invited (or not,) and you found your way to the right house. The lights are dimmed and the music's loud, so come in and get a drink from the fridge or the creative yet nerdy 'keg'. Peter's no Martha Stewart nor is Wanda really in a mood to make a lot of cute treats so you'll have to put up with standard party fair: potato chips, pretzels, a huge stack of pizzas and a few large bowls of candy corn. That shit is everywhere, there's no escaping it. You need ice? Just don't choke on the critters.

Rooms not cordoned off are yours to wander and get wasted in, same with the stretch of grass in the back yard. Wander with your goblets of definitely spiked punch and a handful of candy corn. Because if you're not eating it then you suck.

At some point there will be a cake pulled out because Peter's drowning in sisters and Lorna's birthday is this month. Clearly the thing to do is to (monster) mash it in to the Halloween celebrations with a creepy cake. Say a spooky happy birthday to the girl with green hair when you get the chance.]

Comments

[d33tached]

I never said that.

[Said way more defensively than could possibly be necessary. As if, Jesse.]

[heisenbitch]

You suuuure?

[d33tached]

[He falters for a minute - had he said that? No, he decides after a moment - he wouldn't have said that. So he repeats himself, a bit more firmly this time, irritation clear in his voice:]

I never said that.

[heisenbitch]

But you said 'entirely intolerable otherwise', which implies you're finding all of this somewhat tolerable. Which translates into fun. Even if there's still a giant stick up your ass.

[d33tached]

I can assure you, Mr. Pinkman, that I tolerate many things on a daily basis that I would not consider to be "fun".

[Because he literally does not even know what that means. Judging by the way he's swaying a bit when he lifts his drink up to his lips again, it certainly looks like D33 is having fun. But his scowl remains firmly in place.]

[heisenbitch]

[ It's a sad testament to the state of mind that Jesse is in that he actually kind of relates to D33's own state of mind there. Even with the amusement he's finding in giving D33 a hard time, there's nothing but jaded emptiness simmering away underneath. This whole party, while fun for everyone else, feels like something Jesse is entirely outside of; a spectre observing everyone's fun from the voyeuristic side of a one-way mirror, but not actually engaged with anything. Present but disconnected.

For that, Jesse gives D33 a small jab against his side with his elbow, then pushes away from the wall. ]

Come on. I need a smoke.

[d33tached]

[D33 takes the jab with a small, delayed jump, and then a short glare toward Jesse - someone doesn't like being touched. He doesn't really have time to complain about it before they're making their way outside, though - when had he started following Jesse, anyway?

[He stumbles a bit - just a bit - as he does so.]

A cigarette? Or that, that...[He waves his hand around a bit, brow wrinkling while he tries to remember the word for it.] In- innica? Indi-- ?

[Fuck it.]

Pot.

[heisenbitch]

[ A dryly amused look thrown over his shoulder at D33 as he leads the way. ] Stick with the simple terminology, yo, if you don't wanna look like a dipwad.

[ Strongly guessing D33 doesn't like people crowding him in or touching him, Jesse actually, subtly, nudges people out of the way to create a path for D33 to follow him. And once they're out in the backyard, fresh cool air a refreshing relief from how hot and stuffy it is inside, Jesse leads them both towards a section of the backyard that's more isolated.

He's reaches into his jacket pockets, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of one, and a baggy of green out of the other. ]

Got pot if you want some.

[d33tached]

Ah. [D33 eyes the bag for a moment, appearing to...consider it, at least. He's tried it once before, believe it or not, but mixing it with alcohol doesn't exactly seem like the wisest choice. Plus, given that he'd been plenty paranoid simply sitting alone in Mickey's living room, bringing about such an emotion in a crowded house probably also isn't the wisest choice - even if they are rather isolated out there in the backyard.]

No. Thank you.

Perhaps another time. [??? Maybe??? What is he even saying?

[He leans in a bit then, whispering (rather loudly, given his drunkenness):] Do you suppose it's...safe to simply...hold it right out there in the open?

[That shit's illegal, man. Or so D33 has been told.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse balls the baggy of pot back into his pocket. ]

We're at a party full of drunk people, most of 'em who've probably smoked pot. And even if they haven't, none of 'em are sober enough to pay any attention. Relax. We're fine. [ He pulls out a cigarette, now the baggy of weed is stowed back in place. ] Probably for the best you don't light up while already tanked, anyway. Ain't a way to pop a guy's weed cherry.

[d33tached]

"Pop a weed cherry"?

[Have fun explaining that one, Jesse.]

[heisenbitch]

Like, blaze it for the first time? Pop your stoner cherry? Exactly like it sounds, yo.

[ Duh. ]

[d33tached]

I don't understand what cherries have to do with any of this. [Is he just confused because he's drunk? He really doesn't get it. But:] I've engaged in smoking this...pot before, I will have you know. If that's what you're meaning.

[heisenbitch]

It's... [ God, does he really want to explain what "cherry popping" means? ] Okay, so you've smoked before. Means you've lost your stoner virginity. Popped your stoner cherry. Gotten high before. Follow my drift now?

[d33tached]

[Lost his--

[What in the world is this man talking about? As the sudden gravity of the phrase finally processes, D33 wrinkles his nose in exaggerated disgust.]

That's...that's simply vulgar.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse rolls his eyes at D-bag's disgust. ]

Oh my god, it's a figure of speech, grandpa. It's not literal.

[d33tached]

It's disgusting.

[He is not about to let this go.]

[heisenbitch]

Look, bro, I don't know what kinda world you come from, [ pausing to light his cigarette that he's pursed between this lips, and he takes a quick inhale while setting a blase look back on D-bag ] but you now live in a world where people have vulgar ways of saying things because that's just the way people are. The quicker you learn to deal with that fact and learn to ignore it if you don't like it, the less energy you'll waste being offended by extremely unimportant things.

[d33tached]

[D33 is quiet for a long moment. It's...surprisingly good advice - very good advice, in fact, which makes him a little frustrated (not to mention confused). He wrinkles his brow, stares down at his hand for a minute for literally no reason, then decides he's too drunk to argue - because he is way, way too drunk to argue.]

Yes, I suppose you're right. [Ah, well. That was almost a mild and amicable thing to say, wasn't it?]

[Time to ruin it. He mutters to himself:] Idiots.

[heisenbitch]

I know, people suck, yadda yadda.

[ Jesse has more than figured out how much of a hateboner D-bag has for people, so his response is an aloof, throwaway agreeing comment. One Jesse does agree with, though Jesse would argue that he himself sucks a great deal more than most other people.

Another drag of his smoke, then he holds it out in offer for D33 to take if he wants. ]

Know what I think you need?

[d33tached]

[Glancing down at the offered smoke, then to Jesse.]

A cigarette?

[heisenbitch]

[ A small quirk of off-guard amusement at that response while peering at D33. Then, a conceding shrug as he gestures with the cigarette again in offer. ]

No, but help yourself all the same. Live a little.

[d33tached]

[More poison. Though, these do appear to be a rather common one. There had even been some underground. Perhaps he should see what all the fuss is about.

[He takes the cigarette from Jesse's hand, turns it around in his fingers for a moment, almost drops it, and then fumbles to catch it - somehow he manages not to burn himself.

[Let's pretend that didn't just happen. He gives Jesse a glance moving only his eyes, then holds the thing a couple of inches from his mouth, saying:]

I simply...breathe in?

[Something like smoking weed, he's sure, though a bong really isn't anything like a cigarette.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Oh, dear. This is going to end in a coughing fit, isn't it? ]

Suck, like you're suckin' a straw. Draw it into your mouth. Then inhale. [ He supposes he better add: ] Go easy, though, if you've never smoked a cigarette before. Might make you cough.

[d33tached]

[You're damn right it is.

[D33 gives the other a (slightly wary) nod, then puts the cigarette to his lips, sucks in (like a straw), holds the smoke awkwardly in his mouth for a minute while making a face, and then inhales--

[And here comes the coughing.]

Ach-- That's-- [Coughing.] That's awful.

[Poison. He should have known.]