time won't stay, it'll stretch itself out from a minute to days.

[nightmarist]

WHO: Residents of the Meadows & OPEN to guests
WHERE: The Meadows outside De Chima
WHEN: Groundhog Week
WHAT: An endless big dumb teenage doomsday party!
WARNINGS: Look to the subject headers.
NOTES: This is a mingle party log. Start your own threads! Tag around!

Once they've realized that time is stuck in a cycle (which is a phenomenon the raven boys are unfortunately all too familiar with), the most obvious solution for a group of teenagers to arrive at is, of course, no solution at all. There are literally hundreds of other people who can figure a way out of this, so they're just going to party more or less without consequences until it's over.

An invite goes out to the network, which is mostly aimed at people their own age, but they won't be turning away any irresponsible adults who also want to enjoy their final endless day. The magic of the Meadows, as usual, keeps out anyone intent on doing harm to its residents. And once there, guests will find a slapped-together bacchanalia of bonfires, electronica, pizza, and liquor. There are blankets and pillows to lounge on and horses to ride and an outdoor hot tub to bathe in. There's a muddy section of the field devoted solely to car stunts and doing donuts. This farm is everyone's playground.

The Meadows is a place of magic, where candy bars grow on trees and fireflies aren't flies at all, just pure light floating lazily in the air. It's all nonsense, and most important, it's fun nonsense. People are welcome to camp out and be as carefree as they please, in a Burning Man sort of way. Every day of the loop, the party begins again, and it'll go on as long as it has to.

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Adam Parrish | Open

[hondoyota]

Party - End of the World
When the party begins, with plenty of jokes about toasting the end of the world—which won’t come, because they’ve figured out by now that it’s all re-setting—Adam’s quiet at first. He’s a good host, as much as any of them are good hosts, welcoming people and making sure that people find their way to the food and drinks and the hall of spare rooms downstairs if they need it, but he keeps mostly to the edges of the party. He can be found on the porch with a beer, watching the party unfold. He’s quiet and thoughtful, and he doesn’t drink much, even as the party goes late into the night.
“You know,” he says to you, if you’re interested, when it’s 2 a.m. and he’s drunk enough to be philosophical (it doesn’t take much), “it’s one of the theories about black holes that time begins to repeat like this. Not that we’re being sucked into one, I don’t mean. Rather that we’re becoming one.”

Party - Redux
They wake without hangovers and it’s the 19th again, and they’re all where they were, but they remember, because it took a couple of days before they decided they wanted to have a party. He helps set up for the party, again, and there’s something so ridiculous about it. Here we are, again. Let’s have a drink to the end of the world. This time at the party, Adam’s quick to laugh. If he hasn’t met you before, he may wave and smile. “Welcome to the Meadows. Happy End of the World!”

Party - Redux Redux
There are no consequences to anything. Adam’s drunk by 2 p.m., and he just keeps drinking, absolutely reckless as to his liver or tomorrow’s hangover because tomorrow will never come. Tonight, Adam will agree to almost anything, because why not? It’ll just all reset tomorrow. Bring your bad decisions, because Adam’s got a reckless self-destructive streak that runs deep, and his usual inhibitions are very drowned under alcohol.

Party - End of the End of the World
The ill effects of the alcohol (and possible other substances) have reset as if they never happened, but the memories are still there. Adam knows what he did, and so do his friends, and tonight he has to deal with that. He’ll be drinking again, but he’ll be short-tempered and unfriendly, consumed with guilt for the previous night’s recklessness and his own bad decisions.

Redux Redux

[disentombs]

Gansey too is a little more reckless than usual, joining in on the early festivities, although not with as much gusto towards testing the limits of his body knowing tomorrow will never come. There is always the possibility of destroying himself before tomorrow comes, and that just doesn't seem pleasant. There's something twistedly freeing about knowing that if he dies now, and if there's even a Porter left after all this, Blue might not have to worry about ever killing him.

When the party is in full swing after Gansey has made his rounds greeting his friends, he bumps into Adam. Gansey is grinning widely, full of warmth, less restrained than he tends to be in more general public gatherings. He throws an arm around his best friend's shoulder and the large gesture causes a bit of whatever is in his solo cup to slosh over the side onto the ground (luckily not the side that's over Adam's shoulder).

"Enjoying yourself?" he asks, volume raised to talk over the music blasting.

end of the world

[deadlight]

Safe to say that by 2 a.m., Beverly is up long past her bedtime. She's long since lost track of Eddie, and after making a cursory round of the tents and fires, she winds up on the porch steps, lighting a cigarette and breathing out in a huff of smoke. There's a restless feel to this night that's gotten under her skin, and maybe that's why she's still awake. Maybe she just didn't want to die asleep. Either way, she'll half turn when Adam speaks up, scooting onto the porch proper to lean her back against the railing. What he says makes her pause, listening thoughtfully.

When he's finished she nods. Takes another drag off her cigarette.

"Becoming, huh?" What if you're already the human equivalent of a black hole? Someone brought the party mood with them, clearly.

Matthew Lynch | Open

[dreamkid]

[ It is very safe to say that Matthew, much like usual, does not have a full grasp of the current situation. Time loops, missiles, the end of the world? Haha, what. It's all a little over his head. But parties? Surrounded by people, having fun, living the carefree life? Sign him up for that.

Unlike the other raven boys, and perhaps most people attending, Matthew attempts to abstain from alcohol as usual, though he will cheerily fetch a drink for anyone who wants one.

His dog crashes the party enthusiastically and often, jumping up on people, begging for food, barking happily as Matthew chases him, laughing and calling, ] Max, no!

[ The dream boy can be found just about anywhere and everywhere: setting and resetting the party in the mornings, offering helpful directions around the grounds or the house itself once people start to show up, splashing in the hot tub, taking his yellow Mini Cooper for a supervised spin on the mud slicked field, roasting hot dogs over a bonfire while the heat sends his curls in crazy directions, lounging in one of the colorful tents with a plate of food on his chest, attempting to greet and chat with every single person he knows or doesn't know until he finally tires out and crashes on a pile of pillows somewhere. He never makes it past 1am, never hears the missile alerts.

On the third night of partying, he gets a little mixed up about bottles and ends up drinking a few sodas that aren't sodas, resulting in a very pleasantly tipsy boy. He somehow laughs even more easily and loudly than usual, dances to the music, offers frequent and random hugs to anyone he knows, and spends most of the evening trailing daydream bubbles that make tiny happy chiming noises when anyone attempts to pop them. ]

third night.

[admemoriam]

Matthew!

[If Noah wasn't completely wasted himself, he would notice the surprising amount of alcohol clouding Matthew's system. He would notice, and he would be concerned, because Matthew always consciously abstained during his last stay here. Instead, though, Noah stumbles right up to him while he's dancing, and loops an arm around his elbow to keep them both steady. With his free hand, he reaches out to pop one of the chiming bubbles; it takes him three tries.]

Third Night

[disentombs]

Gansey's grin is wider, warmer than usual--he too has been drinking a bit. He's popping balloons left right and center--it almost sounds like a windchime when he does it fast enough.

"Charming," he remarks as he turns to Matthew. In the back of his mind, he wonders if Matthew understands what is happening with this party anyway. No matter though, so long as he is enjoying himself.

"Did you create these yourself?

third night hugs!! lmk if i need to change anything

[rekt]

[ Despite living here, Murphy hasn't been at the Meadows much this month, mainly because 1) he kind of hates happiness and everything about it after things that went on the month before and 2) Kavinsky knows where to find him here, and he'd rather he only be found when he wants to be right now.

But then people started dropping nukes.

He's here because it's round three of doomsday and no one's figured anything out a way to get out of it yet, and he's planning on taking the Mitsu and driving as far north as he can before the bombs drop. for that, there's some things in his room he'd like to get out before he ditches everyone who bothered to care about him here. unfortunately, ronan's grown his hair out almost as long as murphy's by now, and Murphy has that terrible habit of stealing Ronan's clothes when his own are dirty, so to a passing drunk kid, he might look enough like his older brother to attach himself to with a hug. one that freezes murphy in his place. ]

...Can I help you? [ Not the kindest of greetings, and while he knows who Matthew is and was aware the boy started living here, he hadn't really run into him yet for a proper introduction. Maybe on purpose. Again - hating everything happy is the fad this month for him. ]

Ronan Lynch | Open

[nightmarist]

with the animals

[The world may be ending, but Ronan refuses to be derelict in his duty when it comes to caring for the farm's less human residents. He's out in the fields as soon as he's awake, feeding and watering and checking on the state of his creatures. They don't seem aware of the time loop's daily trauma, even after several cycles, or else they're as apathetic to it as Ronan would like to be.

He comes to Henrietta last, finding her lurking in the same spot close to St. Agnes every single morning. Outside of Matthew, she seems like she would be the dream creature most likely to react to the circumstances, but all the night horror seems to care about are the raw steaks Ronan delivers to her. He sits on the grass and stays with his bird monster even once she's finished chomping down her food, as she hunkers down and rests her head on his lap, chirping and cooing until she drifts to sleep.]

in the fields

[It is largely Ronan's responsibility to make the preparations for their party, so he spends most of the morning napping in the fields to summon up tents and lights and other odd items of amusement. Anyone wandering the grounds might find him out there, sprawled out on a blanket as objects appear from thin air around him. Flowers sprout from the ground shedding sparks like firecrackers or a neon-lit dance floor replaces the dirt beneath him. These things do not gradually fade into view. They are simply, all at once, there. But Ronan himself remains still and unresponsive for minutes after, paralyzed by the process of dreaming.]

mud wrestling

[Ronan's angry. He would prefer to not be angry about this, to feel nothing about this situation, which is why he starts drinking early and keeps drinking through the day. He hates the cycle, hates knowing how it ends, and hates most of all that he cares about it. This isn't his fucking world. All he wants to do is live his quiet and secluded life, surrounded by his loved ones, yet the war keeps coming to him.

So once he's good and drunk, he's itching for a fight. He makes an arena of the mud pit when it's not being used for car donuts, tearing off his shirt and screaming out a challenge:]

Who wants to fucking fight?

[He's amped up and ready to hurt.]

in the hot tub

[Once he's hosed off the mud, Ronan strips down completely and hops into the outdoor hot tub. The evening air is getting colder, but the water's steaming and welcoming, soothing his bruises and scrapes. No matter the company, he's careless about hanging around naked, in all his glory. Does it even fucking matter anymore?]

st. agnes

[As the night wears on and they approach the deadline of their lives, Ronan withdraws to the chapel, freshly washed and wearing clean clothes. He's always thought he'd like to die alone. It's unbearable to him, after the way he'd discovered his father's body, that anyone might have to find his own corpse someday. Even now, though they're all dying simultaneously, he doesn't want to risk it. Outside, the party's still raging, but in the church, Ronan succumbs to prayer. He's on his knees for his final hour, praying for the next day.]

in the fields

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew is more than a little enchanted by Ronan's dreaming, for reasons. One day he sits with him while he creates the party, watching each new and marvelous dream materialize.

This time its a tent that appears around them, gauzy and brightly patterned, changing the color of the sunlight that filters through. Matthew throws his hands up in the air with an excited-- ] Whooo!

[ And then falls back into the pillows with a flump, admiring the new dream and waiting for Ronan to be able to speak again. ]

hot tub.

[admemoriam]

[Noah doesn't get in the tub. In spite of the booze and the drugs and the hazy, welcoming atmosphere, he's very aware of Ronan's reckless nakedness, and it puts an uncomfortable pit in his stomach. He sits on the steps instead, knees pulled up against his skinny chest, carefully positioned so that he can only see Ronan's head and shoulders. He's less done-up than he would usually be for such a large bash, dressed only in jeans and a tank top. There's a joint between his fingers.]

They say you can get pregnant in those things.

Fields

[tenofswords]

[The Gray Man drove to De Chima, and the Meadows, as soon as the news hit. If this is to be his last day, he wants to get a few things out of the way. He parks his car somewhere out of the way and goes looking for one person in particular.

Thankfully, it doesn't take long for The Gray Man to locate Ronan. Gray doesn't come any closer, keeping a few feet away from the younger man.]

We should talk.

St. Agnes

[disentombs]

[Gansey is nowhere near sober but he's noticed Ronan was missing from the party. Knowing the time until detonation was fast approaching, he at least wants to know where Ronan is. He can't stand the idea of not having his best friend around for that. Through their ups and downs and what happens back home, Gansey thinks that simultaneous death is the most merciful thing if it has to happen.

He correctly assumes Ronan is in the church and Gansey takes a seat in the back pew, allowing Ronan to continue for now.]

st. agnes

[deadlight]

[ it takes her a few days of the same day to finally notice the church. and when she does, at first, she just ignores it. doesn't want to think about it, doesn't appreciate the addition of religious iconography on top of the whole everyone dying thing. it's too much. but as the night drags on, it weighs heavily on her mind. bev finds herself making her way back to the chapel the way birds migrate south, drawn by some magnetic polar force.

she pushes the door open a crack and slides inside. the noise of the party's dampened, but still audible. taking a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light, it's only then that she realizes someone's already there praying. the same idea she had? or something else? ]

Don't tell me you're taking confessions.

[ she doesn't want to sneak up on him, so she just says the first thing that pops into her head instead. ]

mud wrestling

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie's also angry, been angry, and although most of that rage predates these quasi-apocalyptic time loops, the cycles have definitely begun to feel like the last straw for him. It's a shitty feeling, being trapped-- Reggie's never liked it much to begin with, but even feeling trapped in your hometown can't quite compare to being trapped forever in the moments (hours, minutes, seconds) just before a bomb goes off.

Fuck this place is something Reggie's been thinking a lot lately, quite a change from his usual more reckless and hedonistic mantra, but he still hates the thought of dying.

So thank god for Ronan. Sparring with him lately has done wonders to help Reggie blow off steam and distract himself from stress, but right now while he's drunk and mad, cutting loose in a proper fight sounds a hundred times more satisfying. Reggie tosses his jacket aside, pulling his shirt off over his head as he stumbles tipsily over. ]

I'm in. Let's do this.

morning after

[hondoyota]

Adam falls asleep on Gansey's shoulder while they're watching some old black and white movie at 3 am, but he wakes up in the tower with Ronan again, and knows that time has looped again.

Better than the world ending, he supposes.

"Hey, baby," he murmurs, nuzzling at Ronan to greet him. He knows that Ronan's awake because he knows Ronan woke with him, same as usual, same as the past week of repetitions, because he'd pulled Ronan down with him into a dreamless sleep the night before this had started, linking their energies so that they sleep and wake together.

st. agnes

[rekt]

[ Murphy's in the chapel because he hate parties. He isn't social, and he tends to despise people who are, most particularly of late, as if rejecting everything his normalized life here was before Kavinsky and his corpse in the closet, and the irradiation of De Chima's forest land happened. But of course it's Ronan that shows up, his footsteps rousing Murphy from the almost-nap he was taking on one of the pews.

he watches him from where his head is just barely sticking up from the edge of the bench for a long few moments, letting him have a minute or so of peace, before speaking up. ]

Has that ever actually worked for anything? [ praying. ]

eddie kaspbrak | ota

[gazeboeffect]

arrival

[ Eddie is thirteen, from a small town, and a self-described Loser. He's never been to a party before, not a real one. Birthday parties at bowling alleys don't count, and it's not like he ever scored many invites to those, anyway. This, though, is a real party. And the world is ending. (Again.) So he might as well live it up, for once.

He walks into the Meadows with all the confidence of a skittish rabbit, but when he isn't immediately set upon and forced to leave, it seems to bolster him. Somewhat. He's still standing around, awkwardly fiddling with his fanny pack, and whenever a firework goes off he sort of flinches and occasionally produces a handful of random pills. ]

Ah, shit...

day three - hot tub

[ It doesn't matter who asks him to get in, and whether it's a joke or not. Eddie is shaking his head vehemently. ]

Uh uh. No. Do you know how many germs are floating around in that sweaty water? This is—this is a breeding ground for all kinds of fucked up diseases! I'm serious, it's not boiling them, it's growing them. Saw it on 20/20.

[ If anybody is still listening, at this point, he turns to them, waiting for a reaction. ]

night three

[ Seeing the missile streak overhead like the brightest shooting star in the sky, headed inevitably toward Heropa, twice now, and still coming out of it alive (are they alive? will they repeat like this for the rest of eternity? is that living?) hasn't done anything to settle Eddie's nerves. Except this time around he's worked himself up to actually trying some of the liquor that's on display. Why worry about alcohol poisoning and hepatitis when the world is going to end? Eddie is a small boy, and it doesn't take much to make him drunk and existential. He's lying on his back, near-ish one of the bonfires, and staring up at the sky with an expression torn between wonder and horror, waiting. ]

Is this going to be forever? [ he asks, not really speaking to anyone in particular. ]

arrival!!

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew spots the small boy hovering near the driveway, and it takes him just a second, but-- ]

Hey! [ he calls out with cheerful familiarity, waving and jogging over. He slows down when he gets close, smiling amiably. ]

We talked on my first day! I'm Matthew. I don't remember if I told you that before.

night three.

[admemoriam]

[As one of the hosts of the party and an arguably legal adult, Noah feels like he can't just ignore the actual child lying drunk on their lawn. Somewhere between deeply concerned and vaguely curious - after all, he's stoned himself - Noah drifts over and plops down into the grass, looking up at the stars.]

I don't think so. They always fix it in movies.

night three

[deadlight]

[ despite arriving with eddie, the two of them lose and find each other multiple times over the course of the party's repeating cycles. she spots the smallish figure lying in the grass and immediately makes her way over to him, bearing one of those ridiculous hard lemonades.

she'll plop down next to him, their heads close together as they stare up at the missile.

it was a good idea to leave heropa. that's what she's thinking when he speaks. ]

Dunno. [ she turns to look at him, frank and oddly calm about the whole thing. they've lived through worse, haven't they? she's so used to life being horrible that it doesn't occur to her to get upset when it gets horrible in a whole new way. ] I'm glad you're here, though.

betty cooper - open to all - cw: some mentions of self harm

[perfectible]

party - day 3.

[ at this point, betty has seen some stuff. been through some stuff. it hasn't been good. and today, today she decides she can't do the save the world thing. she buckles under the pressure. she can't stand to see more people hurt or die trying to help others, nor can she stand dying or getting hurt herself.

she's only a teenager and none of her power can do much of anything to help people. if anything, she's done more harm than good.

so you will find her with a drink in hand, steadfastly ignoring the fact that her boyfriend isn't by her side. that it's been too long since she's been able to actually see him. but she'll greet people who come by because the meadows is her home too. she'll laugh at the boys' antics, she might join in on a drinking game or two.

she might try her hand at controlling some of the cars for impossible stunts or you might find her laying in one of the futuristic pod things with a bottle of rosé or something stronger and a whole pizza ready to share. or maybe she's simply drunkenly sitting in the middle of a field of fireflies with tears running down her cheeks and a frantic sort of smile on her face and half-moon wounds on her palms.

she'll be back to saving the world tomorrow but tonight, she just needs to be a teenager.]

[disentombs]

[Betty's presence tonight hasn't gone unnoticed by Gansey, nor her disappearance from the general party. She'll hear a soft fwump as he plops onto the grass next to her (very un-Gansey-like), looking in the direction she's looking, fireflies more beautiful than he may have noticed if he was sober.

He has a new bottle of wine that he's just opened and takes a swig from it, then offers it to Betty.]

It's nice to see that you're here tonight.

[And when he turns to look at her, that's when he notices the tears.]

Betty?

REGGIE MANTLE | ota

[bragnificent]

❚❚ DAYS 3 & 4

[ Reggie has no real idea "how long" he intends to stay at this potentially endless party, but in a way that's also part of the appeal of it; the whole concept of the world maybe ending is stressing him out more than he'd like to acknowledge, even if the bizarre time-looping offsets that stress just enough to keep it from turning to outright fear. He has plenty of experience repressing either emotion, of course, but on top of also repressing a number of complicated feelings following the loss of Archie, Reggie's beginning to develop a rather persistent tension headache.

Or maybe just a perpetual hangover from all his drinking starting to catch up with him. But, eh. Why stop now?

He's not quite as social as he usually is during parties, spending a lot of time drinking almost sullenly or apathetically eating, but he'll snap out of it to chat with his usual energy and humor whenever he does end up in conversation with someone. Sometimes he goes to chill in the hot tub a while, not naked but stripped down to his briefs, and can also be counted on to partake in additional non-alcoholic substances if offered to him (or if just enjoyed in front of him), to make out and/or get handsy with nearly anyone who seems up for it, or to do stunts and donuts with his car, since he did drive up in Stacy's Mom. Convenient to have her there, too, in case he decides he'd like a few minutes (or hours) of privacy-- with or without company, as the case may be.

For the most part it's nothing Reggie might not already do anyway, but especially now, why the fuck not? He's certainly not here to hold back, not this week. ]

[dreamkid]

[ At least one person (I would call him a kid, but somehow Matthew and Reggie are the same age) is hanging around watching the stunts. Although he enjoys watching cars do mud-slinging spins and turns, Matthew is not such a reckless person himself and maintains a safe distance, which also means he has no idea who's driving the vehicle. Even so he laughs out loud with delight and every so often throws his arm straight up in the air as if to say good one! ]

beverly marsh (ota)

[deadlight]

arrival

[ it's a party. a big, never-ending party, and somehow, by mistake, she's invited. used to her reputation as the town slut and outcast, bev takes awhile to make up her mind. in the end, living in heropa makes it up for her. she's not going to just sit here in the missile's path day after day.

so she goes to the party, bolstered by eddie's presence. though they arrive together, they're quickly separated in the chaos, and bev finds herself - starstruck, might be a word for it. this is her first teen party. she'll be a silent observer at first, the equivalent of a wallflower with no walls. it's only when she seems to grasp the full scope of the party that she'll relax enough to maybe admit how impressed she is. ]

There are horses here?

night 3 - bonfires

[ standing in the glow of a massive bonfire that seems to reach straight up to the stars, bev watches sparks pop and embers rising up into the night sky, diffusing into firefly-light. it's oddly beautiful, even with the destructive roar and crackle of the fire in front of her.

there's a part of her that wonders... what would happen if she just walked into the blaze? how would it feel? mike's parents died in a fire. bev's never been afraid of the things that should scare her.

there are countless others at this party, most of them older than she is, some ranged around the fire like her. she takes a swig from the bottle of smirnoff ice she's been nursing most of this night, flinching at the taste. whoever's near to her might have her turn to them, off-hand. ]

What if we're all dead and this is fucking... Limbo?

[ in the distance, the missile streaks like a meteor across the sky. that's what it's starting to feel like. with the endless repeating. like they're all dead and have yet to figure it out. ]

day 4

[ aviators on, starfished out on an assortment of pillows underneath one of the makeshift tents, bev feels like a turkish princess. there's an arabian nights feel to this night, a hopelessness that's both heady and exotic. or maybe it's the fumes from whoever's smoking up the tent. at one point, someone handed bev a half-finished joint, and in the spirit of nihilism, she's been smoking as she stares up at the sun shining through a colorful paisley sheet.

if she notices someone nearby, she'll turn just her head to address them, comfortably numb. ]

Do you remember your first kiss?

night 4 - the fields

[ entirely unfamiliar with modern music, that doesn't stop bev from springing up at the first song that sounds like a new wave classic. over the course of the days endlessly repeating themselves, bev's lost most of her inhibitions, which means she's confident enough to be dancing by herself in the fields, grooving out in blissful unselfconsciousness that may or may not be attributed to illegal substances.

anyone she spots nearby is fair game, and she might beckon toward them. ]

Dance with me!

[ what the fuck do social mores matter at the end of the world anyway? ]

day 4

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew doesn't smoke, or even drink on purpose. But he's sitting nearby, playing a game on his phone and enjoying a few quiet moments before heading back out into the party proper. Unlike many of the other attendees, who come and go as they please, he lives here, and has been running around non-stop since morning.

At her question, though, he puts the phone down and laughs. ]

Yeah, definitely. I don't think I could ever forget it.

[ ... Well. Until he goes home again, that is. ]

annabeth chase | ota

[athnvas]

» DAY THREE

[ annabeth is not a 'party person', so the fact she's showed up at all is a fairly big step for her. granted, it comes only once she's realized the cycle, the repetition, and has worked herself to near exhaustion and still hasn't figured out a way to make it stop. she's frustrated with herself, and with this inefficient repeating of the days that keeps happening. percy mentions trying to take her mind off of it, and she can tell he's just as desperate for some kind of distraction from the destruction and the missiles and the realization that right now, in this moment, they're doing nothing to help-

and she remembers the invite, remembers noah, gansey, and magnus mentioning a party. this party. and after suggesting it to percy, and probably mentioning it to clarisse and will and nico, she decides why not.

that doesn't necessarily mean she feels any less out of place. coming in a few days late means that she can see the clues that this has been going on, sees the set-up and the activities and people wandering around who have probably been at this since it began. for a good portion of the first couple of hours, she mostly wanders around - looking at the animals, the impossible things around her, the floating lights. she has a single cup of something that she always seems to be holding, but never refilling (she's not much of a drinker, not that the alcohol does a whole lot anyway). percy is here somewhere, but never too far, so she's comfortable enough to just wander.

through the night, though, she will loosen up - joining in on some of the activities, but not going quite as far as stepping into a car. she'd rather watch, and probably provide unnecessary commentary, but that's to be expected. ]

[dreamkid]

[ As a permanent resident of the Meadows, Matthew has been at this party every day, though he always falls asleep just before the wee morning hours. Still, he's pretty sure he hasn't seen Annabeth before, and as a semi-host and generally Friendly Boy, he tromps over to her while she's admiring some of Ronan's not-quite-fireflies. ]

Hi! [ He smiles pleasantly, while his dog, Max, stands close by and thumps his tail against Matthew's leg. ]