AAAAA LET'S PARTYYYYY - [open to all]

[shadowglitter]

WHO: Odin + Lucina + Leo + YOUUUUU
WHERE: Odin's clocktower in Maurtia Falls.
WHEN: Over the 13th and 14th!
WHAT: FIRE EMBLEM FAM WELCOME PARTy!!! it's a halloween party... IN JANUARY
WARNINGS: Shenanigans? Alcohol. Don't bang at his party, OK??????

The Invitations

[ Any friend of Odin's will receive in their inbox a hurried, frantic text message - or twelve - that might either be an illegible mash of words (including "cousin", "lord" and "hennengh") followed by the date and the address of the party he's throwing this weekend, or else a long and detailed list of instructions on when to show up and what to bring and what to wear. Books, tomatoes, cool dresses, sweet swords, anything to do with ponies or otherwise somehow fit for royalty, things of that nature. Solid gold is also fine.

But "friend", in this case, might just mean a person he's seen on the street. "In their inbox", in that case, might mean "in their face", and "frantic text message" might be "frantic scream". Either way! Odin's throwing a party to welcome his cousin and his Lord to America. Whoever you are, whether you've met him before today or not, you're invited! It's a weekend-long party that he refuses to stop until Monday, so if you want to go home at any point or filter back in the next day, you're more than welcome, but he's expecting you to sleepover on Saturday so everyone can stay up until daybreak gossiping about girls and boys and feelings and the horrific all-encompassing eldritch darkness that thrives within all of us.

The Setup

[ It's Christmas in July, only it's not Christmas, it's Halloween, and it's not July, it's January.

Odin's been diving deep into the Halloween aesthetic. As soon as you climb the steps to his home, an old renovated clocktower in Maurtia Falls attached to a normal, boring house, you'll find slightly rotten jack-o-lanterns buried in (fake?) snow in the outside lounge area, as well as some cardboard bats stuck to the wall and general out-of-season references to autumn and spooky music playing on the sound system. There are all the typical Halloween decorations you might expect - cobwebs, skulls, skeletons Odin's covered in glitter and adorned with sunglasses and bling - as well as free bags of candy.

There's an open bar, but Odin's a fool and stocked way too much of the really, really hard stuff. Absinthe he got from Jonathan for Christmas, vodka, more absinthe, more vodka... there's also chocolate milk (THE DARKEST, MOST GOTHIC OF MILKS), coffee, something that he insists is ancient mead but tastes more like passionfruit soda than anything else (probably because that's what it is), and, you know. Water. I guess.

There is also just a biiiig bucket of money hanging out by the sofas, like $6000, all in loose bills just resting on a table with a sign that says "take what you want as long as you're nice". If you came here for the money he offered during the Majority Report, here's where you can take what you want.

Otherwise, just expect some typical Halloween, gothic-vibe stuff. Discount halloween sale decorations he grabbed really cheap because, you know, it's january. The fortune-telling skull that reads your future by saying things like "things are going to shape up for you soon, i can feel it in my boooonessss" is running low on batteries and its voice is dying, the cookies shaped like knives are super duper stale and the less said about the stupid mannequin he's drawn fangs on with sharpie to make it look like a vampire, the better.

Oh, and there's a knife room. In the clocktower, on one of the upper floors. It's just a room with knives dangling from the ceiling or taped to the wall. Knives... are super cool. ]

The Lucina Corner

[ Most of the main house has been dedicated to welcoming Odin's cousin, Lucina, into America. He's filled the place with things she likes - the most hideous of fashion a person could be into takes the spotlight, with dresses covered in polka dots and jumpsuits with big pictures of fruit all over them, giant sunglasses and hats shaped like bears and who the hell knows what else. You're encouraged to try on anything here that you like and wear it for the rest of the party, and you're pulled aside by Odin and asked very seriously to tell Lucina that her taste in fashion is amazing and everything she loves is perfect. Including the espadrilles covered in bright pink faux-fur.

There's an empty room completely devoid of furniture, other than the mattresses he's pushed up against the wall for anyone who might like to brawl or spar or fight with each other (or Lucina) for his and her entertainment (just be honourable, ok), and there's a section that overlooks the brick houses of Maurtia Falls and the bridge leading away from the city for general quiet times and hang outs.

Odin will occasionally filter in and out of the house with his arms folded menacingly across his chest, staring down at anyone who might not be taking this seriously. Lucina deserves the best of friends. You'll be her best friend, or he's kicking you out and never talking to you again. ]

The Leo Corner

[ The clocktower, on the other hand, has been decked out in dark purple drapes, with every surface elegantly lined with pitch black candles burning indigo flames. It's dead silent, once you climb the metal steps to the main entrance of the tower, so it's a good place to go if you're tired of the fist fights in the Lucina House.

There's an inside garden, just a small plot of dirt in the living room filled with flowers and fresh vegetables he definitely asked for permission to swipe before he swiped them from his friend Magnus. Odin's used his illusory magic to make this place genuinely feel like it's outside - the smell of fresh air wafts in with a very realistic breeze every so often, the purple candle-light feels like sunshine on your skin - and there's a library connected to it, with books filling all the rooms on this floor for you to grab and bring out here if you just want to read. A lot of them are about horses.

There's also totally a rave room. Odin's enchanted one of the rooms to flash very quickly and very brightly with all kinds of colours, with lasers and illusions made of light dancing across the walls, glitter and stars falling at a constant speed from the ceiling. Any music played in here is incredibly loud, even if it's impossibly silent from outside the other side of the door, and if you wanna get your dance on, he has one or two mixtapes to choose from already set up. Sorry, Leo. ]

The Magnus & Peter Corners

[ It's Magnus Chase's birthday, and rather than dedicate a whole big party to him and smother him with attention he's proooobably not interested in having, Odin's designated a little balcony outside the very top of the clocktower just for him. There's cake, food he knows Magnus will like, a very low-key table for gifts you might want to leave him that only has SOME glitter and ribbons all over it, and general Chase-ian style comfort to while yourself away with. There are blankets and bean bags and houseplants and the dull faded glow of coverless lightbulbs, and it's a pretty perfect place to watch the moon rise, should you stay over through to Monday.

Peter's corner is in the Lucina house, thrown together at the last minute with no word of warning or notice thanks to Peter not telling him it's his birthday soon until after the party started. Honestly, it's just a stack of pizzas on the kitchen table resting next to a really quick drawing of Peter and Odin hugging. So... pizza.

THE END GO PARTY ]

Comments

OTA, COME AT ME IMMEDIATELY OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES

[fauxmarth]

[now, Lucina absolutely loves and cherishes her cousin, make no mistake; any mention of him of course comes with a fond smile and warmth in her eyes. but...goodness. she can't help but feel just a little like an exhibition at a zoo with all this excess! their royal upbringing wasn't exactly the most decadent, considering the times (and the fact that no one but Lucina or Owain shares their taste for this kind of...stuff), so parties were a bit more conservative...

but Owain's put in so much effort. he's incredible! she delights in the wretchedly clashing patterns and puzzling fabrics, herself bedecked in one of those nightmare dresses pulled from her cousin's theater pillaging (sorry, Iris! it's a special occasion!), enjoying all the new decorations and unusual foods, and, of course, greeting all who come.

to the new, a polite and proper curtsy, complete with a welcoming smile.] Greetings! My name is Lucina. You must be one of Odin's friends? I'm very glad to meet you.

[and for those she already knows, an even brighter greeting, as she's happy to see them once again.] You've come! I'm glad... Come, have you seen all of this?


[hustling and bustling about feels good and right to her, though she can't say she's at all equipped to explain some of the design choices if asked. the knife room is fantastic, and she'll happily walk about it with some, maybe even remembering one or two of the outlandish names Owain's given them. and upstairs in the tower, she lets herself be affected somewhat by the mood, perhaps not as energetic, but more respectful of the quieter places Odin's set for Leo.

except that rave box. that thing... she's not entirely sure she wants to peek in there. she'll pass.

but in any case, there's no sleeping for her tonight, not with all this activity and sugar about. and should you actually consider that spar? you'll be met with bright, eager eyes, as she's always down to fight. in neon pink paisley.]

[looseleaves]

[ Oh wow, it's. Well, it's everywhere. The bad fashion, it's really everywhere... Hajime can't say that he knows what's completely in-style especially here, but he's... fairly sure... that faux fur belts are not exactly winter fashion. Well, it probably should be? Because it'd be warm? But...

He shakes his head as Lucina curtsies, surprised, before he tries to curtsy back--oh wait, you're supposed to bow if you're a guy, right? He transitions into a bow, a bit of pink on his cheeks. ]

I'm Hajime. ♪ It's nice to meet you, Lucina... Odin-sama and I talked a little before. He's a really nice person so I'm sure you're the same!

[shadowglitter]

[ While Owain would be willing to talk himself up and claim to be an amazing host, such honeyed words would be a tangled web of terrible, terrible lies. Rather than go out of his way to make his guests feel welcome, he's been sticking to the sides of the people this party is for - making sure Peter eats his pizza, making sure Leo doesn't try to escape - and following Lucina through the halls, excitedly telling her all about the friends he's been making since coming to America, or else otherwise reminiscing about Ylisse and laughing over the few shining, golden moments of peace they had in an otherwise war-torn childhood.

He slips away from her for about fifteen minutes or so to check on the others, and when he comes back and finds her, he's undergone a slight build up of anxiety. It's as she said to Thor - they have a lot of celebrations to make up for, a lot of lost time to reclaim, and he's starting to worry that maybe he hasn't done enough. Maybe he's done too much - Lucina's always been calmer, quieter than him, and maybe she doesn't feel comfortable having so much attention shone on her? He's beating himself up, spiralling in his head and letting his insecurities get the best of him, and his voice is apologetic and nervous when he tugs on her sleeve and finds it. ]

Hey. This-- this is okay, right? You're having a good time? I could-- I mean, I could send everyone home? So we could just spend time together alone? Or-- or we could-- we could cut this short, maybe? I know a weekend is a long time, and I don't want to overwhelm you.

[liontomyself]

[Leo wasn't even sure WHAT he felt like here. His upbringing had been more decadent than theirs in some ways, but the parties were like... balls and such, where nobility rubbed elbows. Not loud, social affairs with bright colors and all of that.

He is much less comfortable around all of the people and excitement than Lucina was, actually just trying to get from one point to another after satiating his curiosity, more or less.

Still, he could not help but to at least acknowledge Lucina. She had been kind to him, and they lived together, they should... get to know each other?]

It's... quite a lot. I'm not sure how to feel about it. Still, I can't help but be a little flattered by all of the effort put into it.

[And Odin really had nailed it for Leo too. At least, minus the rave, which was Loud and Scary to the skittish cat that was Leo. But the garden and the library? Excellent and perfect.]

[h2no]

Hey, Lucina, [he greets mildly, holding a hand out. jeez she's shorter than he expected... coming from shorto archie.] Glad to see you have a nice place to stay like this.

[he holds a little box out, with a small, ornamental dagger inside.]

Uh-- welcome slash housewarming gift? It's not-- a threat or anything, I just realised it might seem that way, it's just... the gem is pretty and you're from Owain's world which has a lot of sharp things, so...

[versusseeker]

[Red isn't much one for parties himself, but he does love Odin, so he wasn't about to miss his first big blow-out. He's brought Blue along with him, of course, as Blue does quite like parties (even though they've been trying to work on the partying way too much thing), and when he spots Lucina, he tugs the boy along with him, a clear smile on his face (kind of rare for Red) as he waves.

[The have you seen all this? makes his smile take on a kind of secondhand-embarrassed sort of look, but he shrugs, simply saying:]

Odin.

[cigarbribery]

[Foggy's not met Lucina before, and he knows maybe—ten percent, fifteen percent? of Odin's life back at home, but when your friend rams into your inbox screaming about his cousin and begging you to come to his party for his cousin then you go, dammit, you go. And so that's why Foggy is here, drinking passionfruit soda poorly disguised as meed, when Lucina greets him.

...he stares at her dress for a second, because what in the fuck. It's just a nightmare to look at, but he's just—not going to say anything, because he got the warning, okay, he's not going to be the asshole who tells this very nice girl that she maybe needs to get her eyes checked.

He smiles at her and nods.] Yeah, Odin's a friend of mine—I'm Foggy Nelson. We went drinking once and spilled significant details of our lives to each other.

[fehus]

[Magnus, Odin's self-styled "little brother," looking comfortable in a much more understated outfit, can't help but drop his jaw at the display of wild clothes everywhere. Alex, he thinks, would absolutely love some of these hideous things -- and he takes his phone out to try and get a picture, but the clothes don't stay upright without a model. so he -- looking around, a little pink in the cheeks -- reaches to take a particularly horrifying dress and hold it up to himself, while also trying to take a photo]

[he drops his phone and takes a pic of his knee instead. listen, technology is hard, even if you aren't from a medieval era]

thor odinson | ota

[godnotlord]

i. why am I here

[Thor doesn't know why he's here - maybe it was the invite that mentioned Lucina by name, the mere suggestion of his niece's boyfriend's birthday or the lie that was said about there being ancient mead that drew him in. But he's there, looking around the clock tower like it's one of Tony's eccentric parties (actually, not really so much different as all it needs is a homicidal robot,) and sipping on some beer. He's just come from work (weatherman on channel 4, Heropa News,) where green screens are confusing and he basically just reads his script to the camera in the best lighting they can set up for him. So as a result he's dressed a little neater and wearing his gilded gold eye piece versus a patch.

He'll just find a place to sit and relax, watching people be people with a fondness. It's nice to see people enjoy themselves, something he can now appreciate more. He nods to people who might look his way to be polite, and happily talk with anyone who's nearby.]

ii. oh hello spar box

[By this time Thor's taken to wandering, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up (a faint bruising still on his forearm not seeming to bother him in the least,) and a drink in hand. It brings him to the room so... interestingly equipped for sparring. He's not necessarily up for indulging but he will watch anyone who does, watching fight styles with the interest of someone with experience. If others are nearby he will idly comment on occasion about who will lose, predicting it on simple cues like a too-slow change of position or a step taken juuust too far back for proper balance.

You might be able to persuade him to join in, if you really wanted, but otherwise he will just clap for the victors and cheer on any good honest fights that go down in fair Asgardian nature.]

iii. the balcony

[Thor won't be staying overnight and will take his leave later on but not before taking some time to lean against the balcony railing (in the "Magnus Corner",) and look up to the stars. The night chill doesn't seem to bother him, though you might catch his gaze as looking somewhat distant while fixated on the sky. He still has trouble adapting to the notion he's not doing everything within his power for his people and it will continue to weigh on him for some time yet.

But a noise, a voice, the sound of paper crinkling and he's back in the moment - looking over to smile gently at company.] Quite the evening, isn't it?

iii.

[fauxmarth]

That's putting it lightly.

[Lucina, having halted her approach before being noticed, finishes stepping over to lean on the rail with her arms folded. her face is still a bit flushed from laughter and a bit of self-consciousness, so the chill is comfortable and welcome.

as is Thor: barely days in knowing him and he's practically family. king or not, his presence is inviting and generous, and Lucina can't help but be drawn to it. the whiplash of having been chased out of everything she knew and loved and into a world of unknowns is painful at times, but finding familiar tones in Thor and others helps ease the troubles she carries in her heart.

also, his backswing is incredible and she needs to figure out how she can emulate it as effectively despite being so much smaller.]

I'm grateful you chose to come and visit, and I know Owain is happy, too.

SPARRRRR BOOOX

[shadowglitter]

[ Odin's been slightly overwhelmed by the fact that this asshole even decided to show up, but he's been on his best behaviour, screaming only once at the sight of him before immediately leaving the room so as not to yell about how great it is to see his perfect son's precious face. For the most part, he's been battling with the debilitating urge to ask him invasive questions about what it might take to become his very best friend of all the very best friends that have ever been, and he's been... successful, generally, when it comes to keeping his distance.

But Thor's talking shit about fights and this is something Odin actually knows he can talk about without sounding stupid, so he cautiously approaches the god of thunder like a wild deer trying to take food out of a spooky human person's hand. ]

You've had a lot of combat experience? I guess that makes sense, being royalty and all.

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[liontomyself]

[Really, the only place that Leo has found himself drawn to outside of his own quiet areas had been the balcony. He had hoped for one so, it reminding him of the castle back home quite a bit, though no matter how similar it was, he couldn't pretend it was Nohr due to the radiant night lights of the streets.

Still, he spoke when spoken to, trying not to come off as cold. More cold than he was, at least.]

...I don't know. It's unlike any I've had before, that's for certain.

[He finally looked to the man, furrowing his brow.]

Are you a friend of Odin's?

iii

[h2no]

[sike, archie doesn't appear from behind him inside the house, he's actually on the outside of the balcony, jumping up to hang off the edge with one arm. it's precarious and stupid, sure, but crobat is sitting on the roof just out of thor's line of sight. archie is drunk and stupid but crobat's speed, strength, and senses mean it could probably take off to catch him before he even falls. he's climbed the entire outside of the house pretty okay even with the lack of coordination and... logic that comes with being drunk.

he scrabbles a little to hang with his arms crossed on the rail, legs dangling. thank god for upper body strength, right?]

Yo! You're Thor, right?

i)

[cleptes]

[ Bela had spotted Thor not long after her arrival to the party, but hadn't introduced herself yet. She was waiting for an opening, a moment where he wasn't talking to someone else so that she could swoop in and hopefully charm him.

Grabbing a drink for herself, she makes a beeline for Thor and offers a bright, friendly smile. ]

Hi.

peter maximoff | ota

[quickfingers]

01. general

[Odin just needed to say the word "party" and Peter'd be there - and here he is, mingling with the crowd with a drink in hand and a wide and ever-present smile. Okay, so the goal is not to get as wasted as Christmas Eve but he's still going to drink and be merry, walking around in an outfit that is accessorized with glowing shoes given to him by Odin's pre-space and matched with a set of glasses that sit on top of his head the whole night through.

He will be handing out drinks to people who don't have them (somewhat aggressively,) and throwing candy at everyone who walks by certain areas (much more aggressively,) as well as lugging in and setting up this disaster that finally gets its time and place to shine. Who wants to play beer pong?!]

02. cake is cake

[Peter doesn't really give a shit that his "corner" is haphazardly last minute because it was only his fuck up that cued Odin in on his upcoming birthday, he really could've done without it but eh - free pizza is free pizza. Peter is loading up on it and will casually admire the drawn image in his corner and maybe rearrange some magnets on the fridge to spell out something lewd while he's at it.

Annnd then he will be walking around with a piece of Magnus' cake, eating it with a fork when not using the utensil to poke in the direction of people while he talks.] Wanna try a bite? It's good.

03. my best friend(s)

[At some point Peter is drunk (but not that drunk, remember - not reliving Christmas Eve any time soon,) and has slapped on some tunes that he is going to openly belt out/ lip sync combo them in the direction of Magnus Chase or Odin Dark provided the former doesn't evade him while he does so. If you're nearby he will look to you to join in on chorus, but may other just finger-gun at you as he makes a spectacle of himself.

A glowing, silvery spectacle.] Youuuu're my bessst friieeeeend and I loooove youuu!

[Okay, after that he needs a breather and is just gonna chill but thank you for the applause? You're clapping, he knows you're clapping. He's clapping. It was great? Good times had by all. Someone feed him some mozzarella sticks and this night is perfection. Or, you know, comment on his singing? You can do that too.]

02.

[fauxmarth]

[of the people present and mulling about, this mysterious Peter fellow is by far one of the hardest to pin down. she has to ask Owain more than once what to look for, and it's really watered down to glowing shoes.

it's why her eyes are down when she's meandering over, nearly walking right into the forkful of cake held out, but luckily, she stops short in surprise.]

Oh-! [blinkblink.] Oh, I... [she glances down quickly and, lo. glowing shoes! she's both embarrassed and relieved.] I, pardon. I was looking for you! You're Peter, yes?

03. you bastard? you bastard. i'm still salty

[shadowglitter]

[ The serenade came as a surprise, partially because Odin thought Peter was kind of done with making an ass of himself after the Christmas party and partially because he did it without literally any goading on Odin's behalf. He enjoys it, as much as one man can enjoy being sung to while being told to sit still and absorb the performance even though it would clearly be improved if he was allowed to join in with Peter an whoever else he roped into it, but. It's fine. He's in tears, by the end of it, scrubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palm. He loves his friends so much.

As promised, after the applause, he feeds the boy his mozzarella sticks. After dragging Peter down onto the sofa next to him and wrapping his legs barnacle-esque-ishly around his waist to prevent him from moving, Odin begins to gently send great fistfuls of baked cheese just right the fuck into Peter's mouth. Like he's force-feeding a duckling. ]

Eat it. Eat your prize, you piece of shit. Choke on every last crumb.

01

[liontomyself]

[No this was the kind of person he expected to see here. The kind of person Leo expected Odin to make friends with. The lights on his shoes and those glasses were making Leo squint a lot. It looked like magic, but also not the GOOD kind, just a flashy show.

Which, fair.

Leo tries to shrink away when he is offered a drink(somewhat aggressively), holding a hand up. He's not sure what that is, he's not taking it ok.]

N-no thanks. I-... [Leo is a giant goth nerd how is he supposed to live like this?] -Why are your shoes glowing?

[That's definitely an important question.]

2 - K31 will hop on this next

[d33tached]

[D33 hasn't seen Peter in a while and, given their early conversations surrounding birthdays, he thought it might be in good form to come and say something regarding his. He's a little drunk, though (he's come a long way since the Halloween party, though he's yet to don a feather boa this evening), and he has a woman with him this time (not Kaneki in drag, to clarify). He drags her through the party along with him, the both of them stumbling a bit, just about to greet Peter when he sees the fork and jumps back like he's about to be assaulted.]

What in the world are you--

Put that thing down, would you? You're going to hurt someone.

Foggy Nelson | OTA

[cigarbribery]

[one: monster mash || the setup]

[So the text message that Foggy got out of Odin was weird, to say the least: besides being incomprehensible, all Foggy had been able to make out were the words "cousin", "vodka", "there is absolutely cake" and "eels". It's concerning, and so Foggy swings by with a couple bagels picked up from a local bakery, fully expecting some kind of horror movie taking place in there. It's Odin. Foggy will not be surprised if his idea of a party involves actual blood somehow.

Thankfully it's a lot tamer than Foggy's imagination made it out to be, and after the initial moment of silent judgment because, really, Halloween was months ago, he shrugs and gets down to taking a free bag of candy, about $500, and also getting himself a mug of—]

This is soda. [He sounds distinctly disappointed.] I'm pretty sure mead has alcohol in it. This doesn't taste like it has alcohol in it.

[And he should know!]

[two: killer thriller || the knives room]

[Guess who just found the knives room?

Guess who's just ducking out of the knives room with wide eyes?

Yep. It's Foggy, and he's super not used to having friends who collect knives and string them up onto the ceiling and tape them along the walls and Jesus fucking Christ Odin this entire room is a safety hazard why are you like this, why are you the way you are.

He spies someone coming by and lurches towards them.]

Don't go in there. That's not the bathroom.

[three: let's see how far we've come || magnus & peter corner]

[Foggy drifts away from the main party at some point, with a large pink hat perched atop his head and a slice of pizza in his head, and finds himself standing on the balcony in the Chase corner. He leans on the railing, and takes off the large hat, the smile he's been wearing the whole party fading into something sadder.

This is the longest time he's ever been away from New York, by far. He likes Maurtia Falls, don't get him wrong, and Padmé's offering him a real, actual job with the Ambassador's office, and he's happy, he truly is. It's just—homesickness, brought on by a little too much vodka.

If he shuts his eyes, he can sketch out the skyline in his head. He can pretend the faint sounds below and the breeze in his face belong to Hell's Kitchen. He can fool himself into thinking his feet are on solid ground, instead of on a balcony in a clock tower, instead of thin air a universe away.

He opens his eyes, and breathes out. He turns and blinks.]

Uh, hey. [He waves the slice of pizza in his hand at them, and gives the same smile he's been wearing through the party.] I don't know if you noticed, but there's free pizza over there.

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[looseleaves]

[ Whether or not he's looking for a bathroom or some other kind of room, Hajime jumps when Foggy bolts to him, looking both confused and a little worried. ]

Ah--

Is something wrong...? [ A moment passes before he drops a fist into his open palm, an 'aha!' moment. ] It's a scary room, isn't it? Everything is Halloween-themed, so it's that kind of room...? I'm not easily scared, so it's okay. ♪

LEO OTA BECAUSE HE NEEDS FRIENDS

[liontomyself]

1. The Setup

[This was all... a lot. Leo had heard about the party ahead of time, but now that it was happening, he was pretty unsure about if he was prepared. He was at least dressed down, actually looking fairly normal in a purple plaid shirt and some grey jeans, though his headband was still on. He wasn't really making an effort to stand out right now, not really... sure what to do in this situation.

He ended up at the open bar, a hand on his chin as he looked over what was offered, quite pensive. Leo was only 18, but where he was from there wasn't exactly a legal drinking age. Still, he'd never really imbibed either. He'd heard alcohol referred to as liquid courage though, and... he could use that if it were true.]

What even is any of this...?

[He spoke aloud but not necessarily to anyone. Maybe he'd just get chocolate milk and then go hide where the books were. He was honestly feeling out of place here, even though Odin had gone out of his way to try to welcome him.]

2. Retreat- back to Leo's corner

[Parties aren't his scene, and while he certainly appreciates it all... He can't help but feel like this is something Odin should be sharing with a cousin he hadn't seen in years. There might be some lingering self-doubt buried under it all too, but Leo was going to push that away to enjoy a really... rather splendid setup? Odin really was too competent, sometimes. It was probably more than Leo deserved, especially since he was just planning on hiding out here as much as he could, rather than engaging with the people Odin invited, as was probably the whole point of this party.

So he had grabbed a couple of books and returned to the patch of dirt, his spell tome under an arm as well as he looked it over. He crouched nearby, setting the books down next to him and then waving a hand over the soil, growing a couple of black roses, which he admired a little more wistfully than one might usually.

Hearing someone else in the vicinity, he looked up with something of a frown, as if he'd been intruded on during a private moment, but he decided against chiding them. They'd been invited specifically to meet people Odin was excited about, right?]

Mh. Hello... [He didn't really make eye contact, seeming perhaps more mellow than one might expect. He didn't actually think anyone would want to be here when there was so much festivity everywhere else.]

...Can I help you? [Not EXACTLY an introduction, but he didn't want to get into it if he didn't have to, you know?]

3. What the Fu- Rave Room

[Eventually, even Leo had to stop moping and show some amount of curiosity. Despite actually being rather antisocial, he WAS genuinely interested in learning. Namely, learning about the building he was staying in, and the kinds of things Odin had gotten up to without him.

There was one room he hadn't looked into in the tower, and he opened the door cautiously, as if he were a skittish cat, carefully assessing his surrounding before he would bolt under a bed somewhere, and he was thankful that he did open the door slowly, since there was a song blaring and flashing lights which Leo's kneejerk reaction to was to slam the door shut- which he most certainly did. It's loud and looked like there was lightning going off in there?! Just what WAS that???

Bracing himself against the noise, Leo pulled the sacred tome, Brynhildr, close to his chest as he opened the door again, still just as slowly, though he did eventually peek his head into the rave room, his eyes wide as he saw just what the hell was going on in here.]

Wh-what is all this?!

2 ofc

[looseleaves]

Oh... I'm sorry. [ Hajime was pretty good at picking up scents, and it'd been curious to actually feel a breeze within a closed space, so he just had to peek in. He hadn't really expected there to be someone inside, but he supposes he should've. This must be the other person Odin had been raving about.

Granted, the text he'd gotten wasn't exactly the most descriptive. ]

I was curious because I thought I'd smelled flowers, but I hadn't seen any... I wanted a little bit of a break, but I didn't mean to disturb you.

Jonathan Walsh | OTA

[drivesadesk]

I. Entrance

Jonathan was confused by the insane mash of words he received, but he could make out that it was a party, and something with royalty, and to...bring tomatoes? Which he did, even though he wasn't really sure if Odin meant it, or just was writing random words at that point.

And so when he arrived, he looked around, muttering to himself, "Yeah, not really sure where he wanted these."

II. Money

One way or another, Jonathan is no longer carrying the tomatoes, and he just wanders over to the money, and just...stares. Is he doing this? Is he really doing this? Just...letting people take whatever amount of money they wanted? Jonathan wanted to take some. He really did. His fingers itched, and twitched, because it was a big bag of money and it was right there, but he felt like Odin didn't even know what money was, and he felt kind of...bad?

It wasn't like asking Don for the contents of his tip jar. Jonathan had been on the run at the time, and since Don was still with the invasion, he had everything he needed provided for, and lived on a nice space ship. He was only doing the barista thing for...whatever reason Don did things, but it wasn't like he didn't have access to whatever resources he wanted.

Jonathan resisted. And took off his coat to cover both the money and the sign. That way he wasn't making Odin's promise on that post a lie, but people couldn't just come in, grab a bunch of money and leave without a little bit of effort, first.

III. Open Bar

Of course Jonathan was going to try some of the drinks. And, out of curiosity, he reached for one of the bottles of absinthe to try a little. He poured a tiny amount into a shot glass, took a sip, choked a little, covered his mouth...and grinned.

"Oh, wow. That's strong! I wonder what the rest of this stuff is."

And he goes through, taking little samples of everything.

"Weird. I always assumed mead had alcohol in it."

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[liontomyself]

There were a lot of strangers here, but this one was holding tomatoes, which meant that Leo was totally cool with him. He seemed sane enough, despite being supposedly a friend of Odin's, which was another plus.

Either way, Leo was ready to greet the guy when he didn't seem to know what to do with the tomatoes. "I think those are for me", he started, furrowing his brow. Did Odin request that people bring tomatoes???? You know what? That was a dumb question, of course he did. "I can take them."

archie / ota

[h2no]

a. mingling

[archie's happy to talk to basically anyone present, mightyena following him around at his feet, sitting and watching anyone he talks to with interest. until archie sees magnus, at least, then the dog'll be returned.

regardless, he's still happy to swooce on over, bottle in hand, say hi, strike up a convo about... basically anything.]

b. spar box

[he watches the sparring with anyone else in the audience, enjoying the fight as anyone else, wincing a little when anything gets a little too severe... the usual, really. for anyone that comes out, winner or loser he'll wave at them.]

Yo! Good match. [he holds up a hand, pastel rainbow glowing around it.] You want a heal, or anythin'?

[later on, he'll be willing to partake in the sparring, having learned nothing from getting his ass beat in might club.]

c. bad idea

[archie is drunk enough that he's decided he wants to climb the outside of the clocktower. why?

because he can, probably.

crobat is ghosting him up the tower, interested to see if he can even do it, braced to swoop down and catch him should his footing slip.

catch or stop him at various points up the tower?]

wildcard

[ya'll know the rules CUT THE BREAKS]

punch box

[fauxmarth]

Archie... [Lucina tilts her head, giving him a dubious look, despite her smile. she's already tossed her shoes aside and dove in head-first to take on any who even danced with the idea of having a bit of a spar. she's still not aware that wrestling in a party dress has been putting her at an accidental advantage as far as decency's concerned, because half the time her opponents' alcohol consumption has already canceled it out.

but still:] ...Are you quite sure you're sober enough for this? I'd hate for you to accidentally hurt yourself.

OTA to the max

[cleptes]

Arrival:

[ Bela's contribution to the party is to bring alcohol and some gummy swords, playing on the theme of 'sweet' because she thinks she's funny. Which she is. After placing the alcohol down on an already alcohol laden table, Bela locates the snack area and tosses - gently of course - the huge plastic bag of gummy swords onto a free spot.

She has no idea how many people were going to be at the party. Odin probably invited a lot of imPorts and surely word would get out that it was a weekend celebration with free food and alcohol. What Bela did know that it was a party for people from Odin's homeworld and she was curious about meeting them. Would they tell her things about him that she didn't know? Have any embarrassing stories that he never wanted anyone to hear? It was all very exciting.]


SHOTS:

[Finding a coffee table, Bela grabs a bottle of whiskey and gathers up a dozen shot glasses, lining them up in a row. She's been heavily influenced over the past few weeks by Rosa Diaz and also Odin, discovering an appreciation for shots.

In hindsight, it might be a terrible idea. The last time she had a lot to drink she ended up crying outside Rosa's shared house, projecting her feelings everywhere. Bela also woke up the next morning with a terrible headache, suffering at work for the whole day.

She fills up all of the shots in a quick and timely manner. Quite impressive in her opinion.]

Who wants shots?

[Declared rather loudly so the whole room could hear. Future!Bela can worry about the hangover tomorrow.]


Couch:

[Towards the end of the night Bela makes a nice little nest for herself on the couch, a blanket draped around her shoulders, holding a cushion in her arms. She's not crying at least. More blissfully drunk and proclaiming her love for anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross her path. Bela is mostly coherent, but she will probably fall asleep on the couch at some point.

Someone have the decency to tuck her in.]

couch

[fauxmarth]

[poor woman.

...well. maybe not really; Lucina spied her meandering about earlier in high spirits, so perhaps there's no need for sympathy for being so tuckered out. but that's an awkward position for one to hold for long, and it won't lead to a happy morning...]

Here... [she's quiet, but careful to not catch her by surprise as she leans over.] Come now, lie down... [she carefully slips a hand behind her neck to help carry and guide Bela's head down toward the pillow at the end of the couch.] Come on...