[semi-closed]

[pummelgranite]

WHO: Wics, Divs, and the Help
WHERE: Hades
WHEN: March twenty-mumble-teen
WHAT: Meet & Greet
WARNINGS: Underaged drinking, death, a variety of self destructiveness, sexual content

[ Alright, everyone's been caught up on the timeline, and got drunk enough to not think about the timeline, and then hungover still trying not to think about the timeline, and now it's time for more drinking but the fun kind. Persephone, Inanna, and Luci reached out to other imPorts in their employ, and the lucky few they deign to consider "friends."

There's pizza this time and plenty of alcohol. Anyone who wants something harder than that will have to get it themselves. Persephone's set up a Karaoke machine- sadly limited to whatever songs were on their personal cell phones when ported in. There also seems to be a table with games on it, to which she disavows all knowledge or responsibility. There's nothing terribly exciting decoration-wise, Persephone's simply put out a number of couches which were almost certainly found abandoned.

Some little helper bee has also set out name tags: "Hi, my name is BLANK, my pronouns are BLANK, and I'm also BLANK." Surely no one will put anything silly on such a helpful and informative tag. ]

((OOC: Party for Perseph's CR to meet new canonmates. If you hang out regularly with a WicDiv u r probably invited. If you aren't sure, or want to crash hit me up on [Bad username or site: somarysueme @ ]))

Comments

[purple_reign]

[ Inanna has absolutely put the nametag on. It reads: "Hi, my name is Inanna, my pronouns are they/them, and I am also ✨🌟✴️✨💖✨✴️🌟✨." It has also been liberally coated with shimmering purple and white stardust and now gives off a faint glow.

They've also added a few boxes of decadent liquor-infused truffles and trays of brownies to the buffet table. And, mysteriously, there is a skull encrusted with stardust and what seem to be miniature stars set in its eyes hanging from the ceiling like a macabre disco ball. Truly an enigma how it got there.

As for Inanna, they've loaded up a tray of pizza and claimed the end of one of the couches near the karaoke machine for themself. Easier to browse through the songs this way. ]

Has anyone got Bang Bang on their phone? The one with Nicki and Ariana.

[knaval]

I--Inanna! [HEY GUESS WHO REMEMBERS YOU!!!!!!!!!! it's a horrible tall blue haired dude. actually a robot. aliens, man.

his own tag reads "hi, my name is riptide, my pronouns are i don't get this part and i'm also an alien."] I didn't realise you were back!

[HE'S COMING IN FOR A HUG RUN WHILE YOU CAN]

[queenofseers]

[ Cass just got here, but she's already noticed that floating skull and gave it a good stare. It's pretty obvious who put it there once she sees Inanna is present. ]

I don't, no. You didn't think the skull was too much?

[ Trying to sound casual. If anyone should make the choice about that, it's Inanna, she supposes. ]

[halfblaked]

[ He doesn't have that on his phone, so it's a little while after that the Pantheon Prof approached, a touch hesitant, before he sat down. ]

How... erm -- How are you feeling?

[cassassin]

[Cass has grabbed a fuckload of stuff from the buffet. Tray of pizza, some truffles and brownies and god knows what else, but nothing alcoholic tonight. She can't read Inanna's nametag but she recognizes them from briefly crashing the Pantheon meeting earlier in the month, along with general...media shit.

as for her tag? "hi, my name is Cass, my pronouns are she/her and I'm also into bad TV. Persephone's handwriting.]

Inanna, right? Laura's mentioned you.

Persephone | OTA

[pummelgranite]

NAMETAGS:

[ Your Host with the Ghosts is over at the name tag table. She's really taking her sweet time in figuring out what to put her own tag, and will much rather offer her help to anyone who looks at all consternated by the process. ]

Need a hand with that?

[ Or, finally, after a good deal of stalling and chewing on the end of her pen, she dons one that reads: Hi, my name is Persephone, my pronouns are she/her, and I am also Laura. ]

KARAOKE:

[ She's scrolling through her own phone looking for songs- she has a decent sampling of modern top 40s, 'oughts and 90s classics, a little disco. Less hard rock than one might expect from her performances. ]

Seriously? How do I not have Royals? How have we not listened to Royals in sixteen months?

Hey, anyone have Lorde?

A COUCH:

[ Ugh turns out hosting a non-performance event means she has to like. Talk to many different people. And engage with them as a person.

It's actually fucking exhausting?

So she's taken to one of the ratty couches, a little aways from the crowd to sip her drink and smoke. You can come talk to her as long as you don't try to talk her into a board game. ]

Nametags

[purple_reign]

[ Inanna doesn't actually notice what she's filled out until she's stepped away from the tag table to join the rest of the party, but their face lights up the moment they see it. It's a wonder they don't outright gasp over it. ]

Which one do you want me to call you?

starting w nametags idk

[cassassin]

[Cassandra looks up, seeming faintly embarrassed before nodding.]

Um--yeah. [She looks to the pen in her hand like she barely knows what to even do with it. She doesn't think they've had the whole "my brain barely knows what to do with language at all" talk but from insta and bwitter she might have some idea that there are. Difficulties.]

a couch

[knaval]

[ritpide flops next to her, not really thinking that she might've been trying to hide from people. hey, he's tired too. he kind of wants a nap.

which... he's working on, because he's holding a bottle of his new favourite nectar: everclear.]

Hey. [he says simply.]

karaoke

[yol8]

I have Lorde, but do you have Scissor Sisters?

[This is becoming like a song trade here.]

[queenofseers]

[ Yes, yes, Cassandra is here too. Mostly out of a sense of obligation- this is far more party-esque than the last Pantheon meeting, and Cass isn't much of the partying type, but she was still invited, and there might still be business to discuss at some point. Who knows, right?

That, and she's still curious about how Persephone's been spending the last year and a half, along with the other gods who've been here a few months. It's weird to know they aren't the cause of most of the trouble around here.

So you can find her sitting at one of the couches, drinking a cup of coffee that she brought in (because, frankly, she thinks of that as the first thing she needs more often than an alcoholic drink). If she doesn't know you- or at least hasn't seen you before- she might be giving you a scrutinizing look. If she does know you, she's probably also giving you a scrutinizing look. There's a lot to criticize, always.

For example, she's also giving a look towards the extremely disheveled couch she's sitting on, and you might hear her mumbling about it. ] Where is this even from...?

[pummelgranite]

It was supplied by the community.

[ It's someone's garbage. ]

[baphlement]

Don't you worry, Urdr. It's all non-prophet.

[Sharp smile, orange sunglasses. Baphomet was here to punish.]

[knaval]

[riptide, across the room, catches her eye. he recognises her now from their little facetime adventure. cass might not recognise riptide - he could just seem like a random obnoxiously tall and skinny guy with blue hair.

who... makes an obscene gesture at her. while laughing. stare at that, fucker.]

[calltheundertaker]

[Jesse has already eaten his way through half a pizza (Meatosaurus Rex, not that Cass is apt to care) and has just finished up his third bottle of beer when he notices Cass scrutinizing him.]

[And what else is he supposed to do when a good looking (kind of scary) lady is looking at him? He tips his hat and gives her a wink before tossing his bottle in the trash can ten feet away. Or, it goes next to the trash can, where a few other empty bottles and cans have been lined up next to it (because why would people actually properly use a trash can,) knocking all of them in before bouncing off the wall and landing in itself.]

[He's not actually trying to impress her, but he grins to himself a bit before heading over to the table to get another beer.]

[halfblaked]

NAMETAGS

[ David Blake, who was invited, unlike some actual pantheon members, stood looking at a nametag pensively. With his pen, he'd clearly filled in "Dr David Blake" in blocky script, with "he/him" next to it with a soft 'it feels like I'm at a faculty function', but it lacks any derisiveness.

No, what he's mulling over is what to add to the last bit. A small, very anarchist side of him wants to write something to really make heads roll (heh) but he doesn't. He only stares at it for a few more moments before taking a leaf out of his son's books (or rather: video games) and writes "The Pantheon Professor" in the last space, before he proudly slapped it to his chest. ]

PIZZA

[ David never gets to eat at Pantheon functions, normally. Not that he attended many, or anything, but he was going to take the advantage by actually eating. He couldn't, in good conscience, get pissed, but he could eat, which would have to be enough. His fingers often steepled together, or worried together, a little nervous energy, even so. He was here, after all, and the fact that he'd just recently been slammed up against one surface or another made every bone in his body still ache.

But hey, at least a paper plate of pizza gave him something to do, even if -- Oh, yes. Yes he did just party foul, and drop the plate, one of his pinkies was just not quite that strong, not that the balancing act was caught, although the reaction was. ]

Oh, bother. Are there...paper towels? [ Who invited this lame asshole? ]

[yol8]

[Yeah who invited this lame asshole?

Probably Dio, honestly. Who is the same person who hands him a roll of paper towels.]

Hey, David.

PIZZA

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[...yeah who?]

Just use your sleeve. G-O-D knows it would make all of you a bit more interesting.

Did you get lost on the way to an Association of Retired and Persons Over 50 meeting?

[baphlement]

join the conversation;

[Red bull and vodka drink in hand, halfway swallowed down already, and Baphomet eases into the atmosphere. A whirlwind week as it had been, he figured it could blow him; the godling wasn't here to dwell and gloom. Not without Marian to keep him anchored, anyway. So you'll find him in a lively conversation (or is it a monologue?) discussing enlightened topics such as:]

So JRR Tolkein died in 1973, right? Zero in on that number, and reverse it. Three-seven-nine-one. Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne. In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

I know, I know. Mind. Blown. Holy fucking shit.

[Baphomet's HI MY NAME IS remains crumbled somewhere on the floor, lost amidst the kick of leather boots and silver studs.]

[pummelgranite]

I don't get it.

Dionysus | OTA

[yol8]

[And there's Dio, on the couch, (nametag reading: Hi, my name is Dio, my pronouns are he/him, and I'm also 😊) sipping at a glass of something green, and scrolling through his phone to look for songs to sing.]

Man, I have a lot less on here than I hoped. This is what you get for using streaming services for music.

Look, does anyone have Roxy Music? Anyone?

[queenofseers]

Nope, sorry. I never really kept anything on my phone.

[ Hey, Dio. She's been kind of worried about you. Seeing Woden will do that. ]

What are you drinking? It looks- [ gross?? ] weird.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

['Hi, my name is LUC┼FER, my pronouns are SHE/HER, and I'm also INTERESTED UNLESS YOU'RE BORING.']

[That's what Luci's put on her nametag, and she's only playing along with the pronoun part because Cass would have a right to deck her if she got cheeky. It's shocking how well they're getting on, after all, and ruining that over a tag for no other reason besides a fairly lame joke isn't quite worth it. All in all, for being armed with a pen and a nametag, the result is pretty tame.]

[Not that anybody's going to be looking at the nametag, but it's Persephone's party, she makes the rules. Luci drapes herself over one of the couches-- a startlingly clean shape over the salvaged furniture-- nursing her Old Fashioned and perusing her fan boards.]

[She's also commandeered the last entire box of mushroom, bell pepper, and sausage. She leans over the box whenever she eats, because the last time she was in Hades her slacks suffered in a nearly-fatal guacamole accident. It would be terrible if the same thing happened again...]

[pummelgranite]

[ Some point when she's not leaned over, there's a light touch up the back of her neck and a shadow falling over her. ]

Hi.

Jesse McCree | OTA

[calltheundertaker]

[One day Jesse will make friends that are actually his own age. But for now he's eating pizza and drinking not terrible booze, in a room mostly full of people that are once again way younger than he is (he spotted some guy that looks closer to middle age, which is a nice change of pace, but he looks even more awkward than McCree possibly could.)]

[He's lounging on a couch, beat up jeans and boots and hat, and his third nicest shirt, wearing one of the helpful nametags proclaiming Hi, my name is Jesse McCree, my pronouns are HE/HIM, and I'm also A LOT FRIENDLIER IF YOU HAVE BEER. He's snagged a few slices of Meatosaurus Rex (King of the Meats!) and is debating the Karaoke machine, even if all of the songs that seem to be available are from at least seventy years before his time. Not that he doesn't enjoy them, but they're so old that most of them beyond the Really Big Classics don't see a lot of play anymore.]

[He's mostly people watching right now, feet propped up on an old box, but friendly enough when someone comes nearby, beer or not. He'll even nod, since his hands are a bit busy to tip his hat.]

Hey there.

[Yes, he's a cowboy, yes, that's a metal arm, no that's not a gun, and he's probably not that happy to see you.]

[pummelgranite]

Holy shit, is that a cowboy stripper? What absolute legend ordered the cowboy stripper?

REGGIE MANTLE | ota

[bragnificent]

❚❚ MINGLING / COUCHES

[ Reggie wastes no time making himself comfortable at this party, leaning into the debauched distraction of it all with the full weight of his body; now that he's unattached again, this is the kind of stuff he should be doing. So here he is tonight, courtesy of both a "plus one" invite from Baphomet, as well as a drunk text invite he got from Persephone the night before.

Chances doubled for getting lucky tonight, in other words (well, he assumes so, anyway)-- and that's even before considering anyone else he might meet or connect with at this party. He's a chatty guy, bounding around to people he's either met before or never spoken to alike, offering to crank up the alcohol levels in their drinks, asking if they want to join him on a karaoke duet, or just transparently hitting on them. Maybe all three!

Otherwise, he might be found crashed out on one of the couches, chilling with a drink and maybe a few pieces of Hawaiian-style pizza. His nametag reads: "Hi, my name is MANTLE, my pronouns are (T)HE, and I'm also MAGNIFICENT." ]

❚❚ KARAOKE

[ Whether or not he manages to finagle someone into being his partner for karaoke certainly won't stop Reggie from having fun with it, but certain hits just don't really feel like hits when you sing them alone. He scrolls through his phone selection, scrolling, scrolling... ]

Damn, I've still got Sugar, We're Going Down on here. What year is it? [ Hard one to fuck up, though; he'll ask of the person closest: ] You up for it? I mean, unless you got anything better.

[pummelgranite]

From my home in the ancient year 2014, I accept your retro hits.

Also hit me. [ She passes her cup :> ]

JAIME REYES | OTA

[khajidont]

[ After receiving an invitation, Jaime had ruminated on whether he should come as himself or the Blue Beetle before ultimately deciding that the Blue Beetle really shouldn't attend to many parties. That's supposed to be who he is professionally, and he really shouldn't be mixing business and pleasure. After a little spying around the room to figure out what the nametag thing's about, he winds up with a nametag reading Hi, my name is JAIME, my pronouns are HE/HIM and I'm also

...He couldn't think of anything. A lame doodled smiley face just seemed marginally less lame than leaving it blank. ]

KARAOKE:

[ There is no way he's going to sing, but he is frowning at the song list, because having it filled up by a bunch of hip, modern teens from the future means that... ] Man, I can't recognize any of these. How much music am I missing out on by being stuck in the lindy-hop version of 2018?

[ And if you ask him, yes, he absolutely has music in his cell phone he could contribute, but it's all from the old, old era of 2006 with a surprising amount of rap. ]

FOOD:

[ In exchange for Persephone having provided pizza - with Jaime currently plowing his way through a slice of pepperoni - Jaime wound up bringing a tray of those awful supermarket cupcakes, more icing than cake. He pops the top off, frowning down at the squished plastic decorations that are supposed to be... ]

Are these supposed to be imPorts? [ He wonders aloud. ] I think we got melted or something.

COUCH IT UP

[ Otherwise? He seems content to perch on one of the squashy couches and sip at a can of coke, watching the rest of the room move. In all honesty, he mostly came to see who exactly it is that Persephone spends her time with and the people who've accompanied her through what amounts to, quite frankly, an incredible laundry list of trauma. They seem... nice, although they ooze style in a way that makes him feel suddenly self-conscious about his own decidedly lacking wardrobe. But hey, not everyone can pull off these kind of looks.

Wild. He totally doesn't belong here. ]

[calltheundertaker]

[There is at least one person here that doesn't ooze style, and he just happens to be one of Jaime's roommates. He peers over at the cupcakes, his own plate piled high with pizza that's loaded down with meat toppings.]

I ain't even sure those're s'pposed t' be people.

[He plucks one of the decorations off the top, peering at it]

This un kinda looks like a confused cuttlefish.