july: free for all | ❝ I watched the world float ❞

[quickfingers]

WHO: EVERYONE? Anyone. (And the Peter & Odin duo.)
WHERE: FUN FACTORY in Heropa. (It's a bowling alley/ fun-zone but with liquor.)
WHEN: July 15th aka ODIN's BIRTHDAY.
WHAT: Odin's birthday party / huge blow out / gothic glow in the dark fiesta.
WARNINGS: tbd, probably a disaster of some sort.
NOTES: So this party's invites are pretty scattered so if you have CR with Peter or Odin, 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! Posting this a bit early to give more room to tag before the 20th mod plot as well!



The Invitations

[If you're a friend of Odin or Peter, you might've received a more personal invite in person or by inbox about this party but you might catch one of these littering your mailbox, sitting on your car's dash or blowing by in a gentle Heropan breeze. Marked on the back is an address for the "Fun Factory"; a warehouse style deal of all the arcades, laser tag and bowling you'd expect from a kid's birthday party, but paired with a fully stocked bar and rave room. It's a pretty popular place and for the entirety of the 15th - and leading pretty far into the 16th - it belongs entirely to being a dedicated party spot to celebrate Odin Dark's 24th birthday.

Even if you don't know who that is and you're only here for the drinks, food and wicked black lighting? You're welcome, friend. Come on in.]

The Location

[The "Fun Factory" is a refurbished warehouse in Heropa and directions are scrawled on every invite, but if you get lost Peter'll be happy to send you a quick text to sort you out. And he'll kindly also remind you to keep it hush hush from Odin before the 6pm start time - considering it is supposed to be a surprise. Albeit a sloppy one. Keep yourselves busy by warming up with a few drinks at the bar or scoping out the bowling lanes to see just how well you can play before the B-Day boy himself walks in.

Everything in the Factory is bathed in black light (only the Darkest of Lights for his goth boyfriend,) and therefore is also decorated with neon accents that glow radiantly off the walls and also off of every party-goer who saw fit to wear pastels. Glow-sticks and the like are handed out at the door, and no matter where you look you're bound to be assaulted by a few flashing lights. The main lounge is the chillest, but the rooms adjacent to it can vary in an expanse of activities.

Choose to busy yourself with anything from the aforementioned bowling lanes to laser tag and a free-to-play arcade. Points are counted on a keychain you can pick up when walking in through the door (with your glowsticks and candy necklaces,) and if you're one of the highest collectors at the end of the night? You'll get to pick from some sick prizes. The birthday boy's not the only one going home with something. Did we mention the sick jungle structure, a concoction of tubes and ball pits usually reserved for ages 12 and under? Not tonight.

If it gets to be too much you can always head out to the rooftop patio; catch a glimpse of the city stars while you sip your drinks under a canopy and sit down to get a load off your feet. It's the perfect place to enjoy a variety of tunes, which are also audible from the street - some of the same hits they're playing downstairs as well.]

The Party

[You're here. That's the important part and - after the first pop up of 'Surprise!' when Odin struts in - you're free to party how you choose to. Whether that's taking another run down the lanes in your sick shoes to partying it up to the live DJ, the ball's in your court. Lane? Whatever.

Have some drinks at one of the bars, eat some of the huge spread of food provided from a multitude of sources (including, naturally, Porter Pizza,) and play a little beer pong once the tables come out at the end of the night. One of those babies is Peter's personal table and he's made a written vow - on a sticky note - to kick the asses of any challengers. So maybe take him up on that, if you want?

Literally everything is still glowing but when it comes to food, the spread is diverse and the desserts are just as insane because Peter couldn't decide on a cake. So he decided just to buy three and call it a day. And so there happens to be cupcakes too, are you judging or are you eating? Besides that there is every type of party food both supplied and brought by others; chips, pretzels, even a bit more candy corn from the Hellcorners of Peter's apartment.

The party has no designated end time but will peter out by the early hours of the next morning, leaving plastic solo cups and a hell of a good time in its wake. Did you remember to book an Uber?]

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Peter Maximoff | ota

[quickfingers]

1. greetings, friends

[It's been a while since his Friday the 13th rager back in December but Peter's no stranger to having a good time; and that's what he intends today to be - held in a huge rented out complex of black lit rooms and trampolines, bowling alleys and piles of foot - it's already off to a great start. Music vibrates the walls and after he pulls Odin into the fray by the wrist for a shouted 'Surprise!', the party hits its peak.

Peter'll be winding through the crowds in a leather jacket he'll lose approximately 15 minutes inside the door, leaving him in this slogan tee and black jeans. He accents with a pair of shades on the top of his head that seem to pulse with color in time with the sneakers that squealch when he walks a little too fast over the bowling alley's tiled floors. He's in host mode, slapping the shoulders of familiar faces and greeting pretty much everyone as he passes by.

Here and there he'll be in a hurry, bumping up against people with a quick apology because running full speed through a crowd's just not gonna work. Anyone he's threatened to knock over will get a steadied hand on their back or arm, a quick 'shit, my bad' and a replacement drink for anything spilled. +1 Maximoff Grin.]

Hey, having a good time?

2. big bowls

[If you didn't play beer pong with Peter on the LED nightmare tonight, it's time you got your game on with him on the lanes instead. It's some of the clearest stretch of space and a bit of a breather for him; so he'll be queuing up a few games and waving on over some competition. The bumpers are off and it's time to play against QUICKSILVER; the kid who only kind of cheats by rolling the ball down the lane at a slightly faster than normal speed.

For what it counts, he makes up for it by slipping around on the polished hardwood because he refuses to change his sneakers from the glowing LED soles he's been dancing on all night. He wipes out approximately 1.5 times, but he gets a spare? That's cool? Even if he's rubbing his ass while he looks down the lane to see the pins reset, making a face. He looks sidelong, meeting gaze with someone before dropping it down to his own chest; staring at the slogan on his shirt for a beat before giving a simple shrug.]

Probably should've thought twice about advertising my softness. C'est la vie.

3. time out

[It's later on into the night after the cake's been cut (cakes, really,) and while there's no official stop to the party - it's evident things are winding down. Solo cups are crunching underfoot and people are drifting in and out, a few people up on the patio already crashing face down in the padded seating. Peter's taking a a breather up there, a fair bit drunk but also happy and sinking down onto a wicker bench with a slice of gold cake and a spoon in his mouth, beer in the other hand.

The air on the roof is crisp and cool in comparison to the humidity from inside, built up from packed in bodies and sheer exertion. His hair's mussed and half slicked back with sweat and he still hasn't found the jacket he arrived in, his shoes aren't flickering anymore and he's... tired. Slouching to eat, he'll shift over to make room for anyone who joins him and nod his head to those who are passing by.

It's a nice feeling, something accomplished that sits in his chest as he gets a glimpse of the sky and knows today really meant something. He couldn't be happier, enjoying his buzzed haze to chatter with friends and family and shoot off a few texts while on the patio. Maybe you got one, asking if you're still around or if you had a good time. Also, of course:]

You didn't happen to see a leather jacket anywhere, huh?

1

[mortalweapon]

[ It's the first time since the Porter brought her back that Danger has decided to wear her flesh-and-bone body — and it's just as uncomfortable an experience as she remembers it being. She has to give herself a few hours to adjust before showing up at the party. Her stomach always takes a while to settle. After an hour or so, she stops being so hyper-aware of her own hair and skin — at least enough that she can get herself dressed. Nothing special: A flannel from the thrift store that clashes with her vibrant blue hair, some jeans with holes in the knees.

This body will be... Easier for a social gathering. She's convincingly human, save the strange color of her hair and the blank whites of her eyes. Still a little alien, but much more approachable than the six-foot-tall metal machine. And she'll be able to consume food and drink, if she needs to.

It's crowded when she arrives. Getting past the doorway is a task. She gets bumped enough times that she's tempted just to start picking people up and making a path. Almost does — except she recognizes the latest person to run into her (even if he might not recognize her like this, all soft and human-like). ]

...Hello, Peter.

3

[fauxmarth]

Maybe.

[Lucina's perched atop the AC unit, letting the night breeze mess with her hair. party ponytail wasn't long for this world anyway, so she'll just live with these snarls for now.

she smiles blandly down at Peter.] There could be any number of jackets inside and I'd be none the wiser. Not until we get proper lighting back on for cleanup.

3

[shadowglitter]

[ While Odin's been sticking close to Peter throughout most of the night, he's also been treating this entire party as his own personal fucking paradise - he's been running around the place with all the energy of a kid in a candy store and all the frantic, panicked lack of coordination typically observed in headless chickens. Between excitedly dunking skee-ball shots and staring too closely into flashing LED lights, The Great, Decapitated Child Odin Dark has been grabbing his boyfriend by the arm every few minutes and kissing him on the cheek before wandering off to keep doing stupid shit. It's a fun night.

On one of his trips he found Peter's jacket and he scooped it up, holding it tight in his arms and refusing to put it down even when he should really be using both hands to eat his food, considering he apparently really does want to eat three hotdogs at once. Eventually he flitters back to Peter's side on the roof and the question gets asked, and Odin just grins, holding it up. Glowing in the moonlight, hair stuck to his sweaty face, but a gallant, jacket-saving knight nevertheless. ]

Hi. I kinda wanna wear it. D'you wanna trade for mine?

2;

[bentspooner]

[ Peter, he who kind of cheats via super speed? Meet Sabrina, she who definitely cheats via telekinesis. Don't worry, not every turn is a strike. Gotta keep it plausible.

Also, this seems to be a pathetic man who she should feel bad about beating too profusely. Should. She takes a sip of her fruity cocktail and sighs dramatically. ]

A self-fulfilling prophecy. Tragic.

1.

[itcanwait]

[Tailgate stumbles a little as he's bumped into, it's a party and it's all friends here, right? So he puts on a smile and pushes away the panic that built up away. When he sees it's Peter he grins instead, lifting the dino faced hood to his onsie. Uh he'll also totally accept that drink.]

Hey, I'm having a great time! This was an amazing idea!

Odin | OTA

[shadowglitter]

i. beginning

[ Had Odin known there was going to be a party thrown for his birthday, he would have gone out of his way to make an entrance. He would've loved to descend from the ceiling with crows at his back or busted through the wall threatening to murder everyone for attention, but as it is, he just sort of... enters the building. Like a fucking idiot.

He had been told to dress to the nines, which is typically a dangerous instruction to give to Odin, who so often shows up to imPort parties wearing something revealing enough that his dick almost always straight up falls out of it. This time he's going with something a little more understated, at least for him, paired with a simple jacket that both fails to keep him warm and doesn't really shine given all the blacklight but that he loves anyway. He has a fancy new ring on his finger and some puh-retty slick shoes he's gliding around on, and once the initial surprise is over and he's done screaming incoherently and """"""jokingly"""""" demanding gifts from everyone who is in attendance, he's ready to party.

For the most part he'll just be getting hammered on whatever bright, glowing drinks the bars have provided while screaming at the top of his lungs about one thing or another, but he'll occasionally stop people to get their attention while laughing and shovelling candy in his mouth. He's flittering around so fast it's gonna be hard to pin him down, but when he's not failing at bowling or rudely asking people for presents, he'll be covering himself (and anyone else who wants it) with glow in the dark bodypaint (BIOLUMINESCENT WARPAINT GIFTED TO US BY THE GODDESS OF THE SEAS) and having a lot of fun making everything rainbow. If you stick around for him to calm down a little, though, you'll find him... ]

ii. middle

[ ... out in front of the laser tag arena, smearing fresh layers of face paint over his nose and cheeks. Calm. Calm, calm, totally calm. Laser tag is supposed to be nice, good-natured fun for twelve year old kids who ride razor scooters and eat warheads, after all. What kind of adult would get carried away and treat it like a real warzone?

Oh, Odin would. Odin's that adult. The laser tag arena has more than just a few strobe lights and a maze to traverse; there are places to hide if you want to get the drop on your enemies, there are obstacles to climb, imaginary tyrants to slay with your imaginary sword (if you're Odin). Once the game starts he's sweaty and pumped and ready to see some blood within just a few short minutes, so full of energy and alcohol that the restraints he normally keeps on his bullshit personality are starting to tug away at the seams. It's not too long before he's in Deep Odin, and it doesn't take long for him to find his first victim. You. ]

Aaahh, aaaaahhh!!! The ache in my hand, the boiling in my blood... Odin Dark, Hero of Time and Tide, born of nobility and host to a cacophony of foul and ill-met Gods-- he's falling! Falling, falling, falling to the whims of the raging beast inside of him, falling from grace! He, who was once a savior to the weak and the needy has become Odin Dark, The Deleterious. The adrenaline that courses through these cursed yet hallowed veins is begging to see pain, to see fury! A tide of bloodlust is crashing over me, and-- and-- ahh-- I, Odin Dark, can no longer resist the siren song of Death, the promises she whispers to me from betwixt sweet and supple lips! She asks me to kill, and I... I...!

[ Wobbling in place, Odin slowly cocks his gun, placing his hand over his eye as his expression twists and contorts in pain. The demons in him are struggling to break free. Welcome to his apocalyptic nightmare laser massacre. He aims. Prepares to fire. ]

SAY YOUR PRAYERS OR EAT MY BUTT!

iii. end

[ Things are cooling down and Odin is rather petulantly trying to hold onto the night, more exhausted than anyone after running around like a kid on a sugar high for the past seven hours but the least willing to go home. He's alternating between trying to round up a few more people to bowl with him or hit the arcade one last time and laying facedown on the 90s wiggly-shape-pattern carpet when there aren't any takers. He's in one of those lay down intervals when you find him, and he rolls off of his stomach and onto his back, groaning the entire time. Every muscle hurts. ]

Hi. Lay down with me.

[ he pats the ground next to him, stretches his legs until his knees pop. Despite all his sourness about not wanting tonight to end, the best part of it was being able to hang with people he likes, and maybe you were one of them? He can't be miserable if you're gonna chill with him for a while. Also, he really needs someone to help him finish all these snacks he's got amassed in a pile next to him. No way does he have the upper body strength to carry it all home. ]

wildcard

[ oooor come at me. southpaws ]

CRASHING THE MIDDLE OF THIS PARTY

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Since Lucina so kindly invited him to attend, Darin couldn't exactly refuse. Well, he could have, but he sure as hell didn't want to. Not with the special commission that Lucina put in for a pair of swords. Darin poured his lifeblood into these blades, and he had to be here when Lucina's cousin received them.]

[But concocting a legend from whole cloth was no easy task. It required a certain level of...theatrics. A certain amount of flair and gusto and Darin was not planning on disappointing. He forged an entire set of armor for this occasion, just to play up the legend that, and this cannot be stressed enough, completely and totally made up.]

[He throws the door open and walks in, armor clanking as legendarily as he can make it. He saunters in, one cask under each arm. The one on his right, crafted of the purest white wood. Not a single blemish exists on this finished cask, and it's embossed with gold leave trim. A painstakingly carved dragon is etched into the lid of the cask, lined in gold trim as well. And a custom lock of a shield adorns the front of it. The other cask? Crafted of a sinister looking bloodwood. The top of this cask also has a dragon carved into it, but this dragon is much more sinister looking. The edges of the cask are clad in black iron like the gaunbtleted fist of a sinister deity, and the custom lock of this cask is a dragon skull with seven horns.]

[This is the most extra thing anyone has probably ever seen.]

[Darin puffs out his armorclad chest and speaks in a booming, legendary-sounding voice.]

Excuse me, my fair party-goers! But I have traveled from a land afar to meet with a man named 'Odin!' Hushed words whispered by those who fear to speak his name aloud have carried upon mine ears the fact that it is his birthday!

[This shit is for real.]

iii

[fauxmarth]

Hello.

[she chuckles, fondly smiling down at the sight of a Very Content Owain. it does her heart a lot of good to have this kind of sight; he more than deserves fun like this as much as he pleases.

sitting down beside him, she pushes some of his sugar pile out of her way, picking up one of the half-eaten bags to assess it.]

I hope you ate more than cake and candy in the midst of all this celebration...otherwise I think the last birthday gift you'll get is a pretty intense stomachache.

Beginning

[flightforfreedom]

[ When Poe shows up at the party, he looks a little... Odd. Not a bad odd, exactly, and he still looks like himself, just a hell of a lot younger. In fact, he looks fourteen years younger. He also looks even more like a cocky piece of shit than usual, grinning like everything is a joke that only he's in on. He's wearing his resistance patch leather jacket, tight black leather jeans, and a white shirt that says "turns down for nothing" in black lettering. He also has a box under his arm, black and red paper, and a droid following along behind him. He grins when he spots Odin, and calls out: ]

Hey! Birthday boy! Get over here!

beginning

[mortalweapon]

[ When Danger finds Odin, she notes immediately that Peter's description was absolutely, infallibly accurate: He is, in fact, screaming. And he is also highly reflective. So she's fairly confident (at least 85.4% sure) that she's made a correct identifaction.

She approaches and lets patiently herself be smeared in glow-in-the-dark bodypaint. Surprisingly, the stuff doesn't clash with her look too much — maybe because her hair is already so blue, and those blank white eyes are almost luminous themselves. ]

Happy birthday. [ Her voice is mild and cool, maybe even the tiniest bit wry when she goes on: ] I have been told by a reliable source not to let you give me any shit.

ii.

[bragnificent]

[ Here's one thing about laser tag: black light or not, it's not terribly hard to dodge your enemies when they go on extended monologues. Reggie (dressed appropriately tiddy-forward for the occasion) stays silent all the way through it, hidden behind a wall with his gun raised.

And when Odin shouts his intent to fire, Reggie strikes while the birthday boy is distracted with shooting at another enemy-- it's hard to aim in all this darkness even with all the neon, but Reggie does his best. ]

Oh, is it that kind of party? First I'm hearing about it.

3

[sanguinespell]

Hey.

[really, nico doesn't know odin well at all. or hadn't, before this. it's hard not to understand somebody's deal when they've been this unrelentingly extra for six hours. she knows she has to get going before too long, but she's just tired enough to roll with it when he invites her to check out how sweet the floor is. thus she drops into a cross-legged position next to him with her glowing drink, boots scuffing against the tacky 90s carpet.]

So. Verdict on tonight?

Reposting due to realizing that Jonathan should be a child right now

[drivesadesk]

Jonathan had realized by now that he wasn't in any danger of having the other Reptilians come after him for being seen by humans, and that meant he was free to explore all the cool stuff on this planet. So, naturally, when he came across a flier saying there was a party there was no way he wasn't going to sneak off from everyone actually attempting to keep an eye on him to go check it out. And that was when he saw someone painting themselves with a mysterious glowing substance, and that was when Jonathan knew he had to join in on the fun.

"Wow. That? Looks amazing. Let's paint me, too!"

CARL GALLAGHER | ota

[thirdstrike]

❚❚ GAMES

[ Carl doesn't actually know Odin, but Magnus invited him and it's not often Carl actually does get invited to things, let alone parties-- of course he's going to show up, especially when told the party's for someone who loves blowing stuff up... like, same!

He doesn't show up dressed extravagantly, just very Carl-like, but if anything that only makes him slightly more of a stealth contender in all these black light activities. He enjoys bowling because it's a relatively easy game to play and involves throwing heavy balls at things to make them crash loudly down, but that's not to say he's actually very good at it-- especially in the dark, Carl probably drops the ball on his foot on more than one occasion, or somehow even flings it in the wrong direction into some poor unsuspecting other party goer.

The laser tag he has much better luck with, as one could expect of someone who both has a gun shop and military school training; his aim is precise and deadly, his dodging and evasive maneuvers skillful. Every successful shot he gets in is met with a loud-- ]

Fuck yes!

[ And to say nothing for how much he enjoys the arcade. He's a teenage boy, of course he has an absolute blast on the 1st person shooters and driving games they have in there. ]

❚❚ BALL PIT

[ Like an excitable child or curious monkey, Carl descends upon the tube maze and ball pit. It's exactly the sort of structure he's probably always fantasized about spending entire afternoons in as a child whenever he'd see one of those fancy McDonald's with the play areas, or possibly even dreamt about living in.

Fuck everything else, this is where he wants to spend the rest of the party-- he cannonballs into the ball pit as if it were a pool. Just for fun and to be a little bit of a shit, he may playfully surface and toss a ball at passersby, or hang around near the bottom to pop out and startle any other ball pit goers like a shark lurking the depths. ]

❚❚ TAKE THE CAKE

[ After all the fun he's been having, the night is really made by the elaborate spread of food and cake. Carl is always thrilled to dig into any free feasts, especially at parties, but that only means he takes a slice from each cake and is doubled-over from a combination of stomach cramps and a sugar high after not too long.

He finds a corner to sit down against the wall, looking both pained and satisfied and groaning ugggghhhhhh periodically, his head resting down on his folded arms and bent knees. Worth it? He can't decide. ]

cake

[fauxmarth]

[oh, dear.

Lucina comes upon the slumped-over shape and feels a pang of sympathy. there always seems to be at least one who takes on more than they can handle, isn't there? her eyes wince at the latest groan that sounds over bowling pins, crouching down and putting a hand on his back.]

Hey, there. Do you need help?

foggy nelson | ota

[cigarbribery]

[one: the phantom of the opera]

[Foggy shows up in what's actually a really good rendition of the Phantom of the Opera's iconic outfit, with a mask covering half the side of his face and his hair slicked back to really look sinister. In recognition of just whose party this is, the mask is covered in gold glitter and sequins, and even the package he's carrying is somewhat inexpertly covered in black wrapping paper.

The first thing he does is make a beeline for the food, because there are cupcakes and he wants them in his mouth, right now. He piles cupcakes high upon the plate, not giving a shit that they look incredibly gothic. It's Odin's party. Of course they look like this. Foggy had to bribe someone from the local theater company to lend him their Phantom costume, he practically expected this whole aesthetic.

He's snacking on a cupcake when someone comes up to him. Maybe it's you. Just give him a moment to swallow, because right afterwards he'll say:]

Do you think the DJ'll laugh if I ask him to play "Music of the Night"?

[It's on theme and everything!]

[two: into silence]

[Foggy flees to the rooftop patio fairly quickly, carrying his present and a mug of beer along with him. He likes parties, don't get him wrong, but he's not as young as he used to be, not the same college student who'd head out every weekend or so to a rip-roaring party with his best friend in tow. And he hadn't been kidding with Odin, when he'd just said he wanted a night's rest.

He's sitting down in one of the patio's chairs now, sipping at his beer and looking up at the stars. There's a look of melancholy on his face, now completely uncovered. He did not go all-out with the costume and get horrific burn make-up applied to his face, thankfully, but he seems somewhat contemplative right now, like he's thinking of something or someone.

But he turns his head when someone approaches, smiles a little, then scoots on over and pats the now-freed space next to him. He wouldn't mind a little company out here.]

This is way bigger than the Halloween parties Matt and I used to crash back home.

one

[fauxmarth]

I don't know-- [Lucina sweeps up behind him, mask-side, smiling with amusement.] If it has something to do with darkness, I think it'll be perfectly acceptable for this affair. Just as this is! [picking at the fabric of his cape.] Goodness, Foggy. You look wonderful.

[it's a strange party wherein everyone else can make Lucina stand out as the most sensibly dressed, isn't it.]

two;

[bentspooner]

[ One more more team Getting Too Old For This. Sabrina, however, does not appear from the stairs behind him, but from the sky in front of him, floating up from the ground floor, wrapped in a purple glow and holding a purple cocktail. Good thing she'd decided on a longer dress! ]

Who's Matt?

an idiot pirate / ota

[h2no]

nice digs

[archie's brought his own gift, because this is the sort of bullshit you pull when you have far more money than sense. the thing stands about two feet tall, and he carries it in and places it carefully on the closest table. he has crobat with him, the bat adorned with glow in the dark face paint across its cheeks which archie clearly did... then a bunch of it all over its wings and ears which, judging by the glowing paint on its little goblin fingers, crobat did himself. it's art. tell him he's pretty. owain's actual gift is in a box... somewhere. archie's not really... wearing enough to make it clear where he'd even brought it.

spoilers: it was in a coat he discarded when he arrived.

anyway, he's got no bandana on, opting instead to have tossed a bunch of blue and gold glitter into his hair and beard, a pair of blue holographic mermaid leggings (he discovered them around last halloween and adores this fashion) and a fishy scarf that's big enough it looks more like a cape wrapped around his shoulders. he could've gone far more over the top (and we're grateful he didn't) but archie feels he's got a good aesthetic going. for... an owain function, at least. he wouldn't do this anywhere else. he would... like to think. sometimes you just gotta get your tits out, man.

he flops down next to the table he'd put the chocolate statue on, waving brightly to anyone that comes close, tutting at crobat and trying to wipe some of the paint off it before it starts to spread it around more than it has already, then pulling himself back up to go and get a tray of shots.

for, uh. for himself.]

remember your age, idiot

[that being said, archie does not intend to and did not get completely black out. sometimes you just gotta do a bunch of fruity shots to get sugar and alcohol in you, you know?

he spends a good chunk of the night chatting to people, playing games, stockpiling a bunch of arcade tickets for... some reason, watching crobat gleefully smear paint everywhere. it's a good night, all in all. the sort of night owain deserves.

archie is remiss, however, to admit that he can't party like he used to. he sort of petered out around midnight, but forced himself to keep on chugging. not to any detriment, though he's sure he'll be sore in a couple of days. catch him either outside, stretching like he's about to go on a run, shovelling cake into his face for more energy, drinking an unholy concoction of teal deer and vodka with crobat glaring at him or... just sitting cross-legged on one of the big bowling couches, watching someone else play the game.]

lil jon blares

[fauxmarth]

[drawing near from behind, Lucina exchanges an look with Crobat, who seems doomed to always be Archie's ineffective DD. she gives him a thoughtful pat, sweeping around Archie's chair and reaching for the wrist currently not throwing back shots.

she shoves a bottle of water into that hand, quirking her eyebrows at him in wait.]

Jonathan Walsh | OTA

[drivesadesk]

Arrival

When Jonathan shows up to the party, he is noticeably very different than how he usually looks. For one, he's not wearing a skin suit. Also, he's a teenager now, and is completely unaware of knowing anybody here, but it's a party and he wants to see what a human party looks like. Once he's handed his complementary glowsticks, candy necklaces and keychain, he hurries over to the concessions to taste all the new and different foods, adorning himself with all of these things as he goes, hooking the glow sticks to the keychain which he in turn hooks onto a belt loop.

Partying

Jonathan seems determined to sample every food at the party.

"Oh my god, these are amazing!" he announces to anyone in ear shot as he tries the raven's nest cupcakes. "Have you tried these?"

When he's not gorging himself, Jonathan takes breaks to climb around in the giant tubes, dive into the ball pit, and play laser tag, the latter of which he starts out fairly competent at, but gets progressively worse at through the night. Whether this is because he's getting more tired as the night goes on, or because he's more eye catching due to the fact that at some point he seems to have painted his scales with glow in the dark paint is difficult to determine. It's probably a mix of both.

End of the Night

Later in the night it seems Jonathan is ready to crash, and he can be found sprawled across on of the couches in the lounge, nibbling on a candy necklace that he's finally pulled off so he can snack on it. Despite being clearly exhausted, Jonathan will smile and grin at anyone who approaches him, greeting them with a tired, "Heeey, what's up?"

Sabrina | OTA

[bentspooner]

1; arrival

[ Sabrina doesn't know the birthday boy, but she does know Archie, and an opportunity to meet more of his friends sounds nice. She should have known what this party was going to look like by the way he dressed in a pair of shiny mermaid leggings and...? Oh, just those. She matches his aesthetic the best she can while still maintaining her dignity, ditching the cape for a belt to wear her pokeballs around.

She takes her scale dress and hits the bar, ordering something too colorful to be done justice by the dark lighting, and a few glowstick bracelets. Pink and purple on each wrist, she's ready to go. She turns to the person at the bar stool next to hers. ]

So, who's Odin?

2; beer pong

[ In Sabrina's world, using her powers during Pokemon battles is not considered cheating. It doesn't seem to occur to her that this world's contests would be any different, or maybe she's just competitive enough to win by any means necessary? She isn't letting on which it is, and won't unless called out, but in any case, you'd better hope you're on her team, because it'll be tough to beat someone using telekinesis to win at beer pong. Good luck! ]

3; dancing

[ In between the games and the mingling, there's plenty of time for dancing, too! It's a rave kind of party, right? Truthfully, it's been a while since she's been to one of these, and feels a little too old for it, but she's had just enough to drink not to worry and just have fun. Lucky you, whether you're a friend or stranger, Sabrina's decided she's dancing with you. Reeaaaaaal close. ]

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[h2no]

[archie had been seated watching crobat go buck wild with all the glow in the dark paint, throwing back some shots every now and then. he glances over to sabrina when she sits next to him.]

Birthday boy. [he points over to where odin is currently... doing whatever odin stuff odin does at his own birthday party. probably standing on a table and screaming.] That one.

a literal fucking viking | OTA

[fehus]

ᚠ. HAIL AND WELL MET, STRANGER (arrival)

[Magnus Chase shows up, for once, somewhat fashionably late (though not after the birthday boy appears, luckily). the reason for this is probably his outfit, which is a little more complicated than usual -- and also, er, a little dated. Magnus sports a LARPtastic medieval goth outfit to suit the birthday boy, with a big feathery monster of a cape, befitting a warrior of Grimnir, and everything. with all the black, if it weren't for his hair (white in the blacklight) and the slight green tones in the cape, Magnus would be a total stealth operation tonight. Magnus carries a fehu emblazoned shield and, of course, comes with his floating wing-sword and best bro, Jack, Sumarbrandr, the sharpest blade in all the Nine Realms. in the blacklight, Jack's runes blaze a bright, electric blue while Jack himself is a gorgeous, glowing gold, zipping around and whooping (and accidentally cutting a few bowling balls in half, in his enthusiastic attempts to join the games of others)]

[Magnus seems to be trapped inside his own cape when you find him after the surprise, molting somewhat in distress. the one person he would have asked for Cape Advice wasn't allowed to be consulted!]

Jack -- hey, man, can you just cut me free -- Jack?

[not even a half-hour into the night and his wing-sword has abandoned him. Magnus spits a fake raven feather out of his mouth. figures.]

ᛒ. TUCK AND BOWL + OOH I WANNA DANCE W/ SOMEBODY (partyin)

[once he's freed himself of his cape, surprised the birthday boy, and settled in, Magnus will make an... attempt at bowling, which he's only ever done once (with giants, while he and his friends' necks were on the line -- just another day in Jotunheim). his problem is a kind of surprising one, in that he's just thrown a bowling ball hard enough and poorly enough to leave a semi-circle dent the literal lane. he jumps at the cracking noise like a startled cat wile his ball bounces into another lane (not denting that one at least), and looks around to see if anybody saw his Fuck-Uppery. of course, someone did -- you]

Er.

[later, Magnus can also be found at the edge of the dancefloor. he's not a touchy dude, but he likes music, and to watch people having fun (and, maybe, he's hoping to pluck up the courage to overcome his social awkwardness and actually dance). for now, he is absolutely using a piece of that gold cake as a shield (rather than the one across his back) to deter being asked to join in. weren't the warriors in Valhalla supposed to be brave...? well, either way]

ᛟ. CLOSED TO ODIN (presents)

[Magnus' gifts are -- a little involved. so rather than ditch them on a table, he personally finds Odin (not hard, with those shorts), and gives him a bright grin when he gently touches at his elbow for attention. he jumps right into it;]

Okay. Here's the thing? Um. I hid a bunch of magical artifacts around this place. And only a hero of true mettle can find them.

[his grin grows sheepish, though no less bright]

I also prepared some like, rhyme-y hints, but when I read over them before you got here they were embarrassing and made me sound like a drunk Norn, so. Hints or no hints?

ᚱ. READY PLAYER DONE (wind down)

[the end of the night happens without the knowledge or care of Magnus, who at this point is a little tipsy, and fucking loves arcade games. these two factors mean he's absolutely intent on, perhaps ironically, a zombie shooter (House of the Dead), a pile of red tickets beside him that is bafflingly large. Magnus may not be the best dresser, bowler or dancer, but gods damn it, he's a vidya game nerd. he's on a very high level in the game, muttering silly Norse curses to himself]

Shit -- fuck, Ratatosk's hairy ass, where did they come from -- back off, dude --

[it's two player; are you in? alternatively, with that amount of tickets, who knows what you could get? he's not even paying attention to them!]

READY PLAYER DONE

[mortalweapon]

[ Player 2 is definitely in. And she has impeccable aim for a first-timer.

She's also difficult to recognize like this: Made of all that soft stuff, skin and bones instead of bulletproof metal. Her voice doesn't have that distinct mechanical hum to it when she wears her organic form. But looking more human seems to help at social gatherings like this one — particularly when eating and drinking is expected, and when the appearance of a tall blue robot might disrupt the proceedings a little. She's still a little strange — all that wild hair, eyes blank and white — but not so blatantly.

Mildly, she comments: ] Hostiles on your six.

Tate Langdon | ota

[confiscated]

i. no fun

[Tate's here because he's looking for someone, winding through black lit rooms because this seems to be the perfect concoction to attract a dumbass teen wolf lacking in maturity. Stay inside, he said. This is the complete opposite of inside, but Tate figures it's his best bet to find Derek and make sure he's not somehow endangering himself. In the present or in a set up for the future.

While he looks or when briefly discouraged in doing so, Tate pauses to pilfer from the free food and drink; carrying around a beer with him and lingering on the outskirts of packed rooms and buzzing paint flicked dance floors. A little of it gets on him anyway, flickers of color on his cheeks and leather jacket glowing under the UV lights and lamps. He hopes this shit comes off.]

ii. no shame

[It's the later hours of the night, about the time when the floor's covered with solo cups and people are starting to get drunker and drunker and even more intolerable. He should've left by now but he has his reasons for sticking around, just as he has a migraine boring through his skull even up on the roof in this secluded corner. The music's muted down below but the light leaks out of painted black windows, and every time a steel door opens, song slips out into the night.

Tate's turned to seek some shelter from the sweaty, humid rooms inside and he stands by the corner edge of the building; quite literally on the ledge. His beer bottle sits on the cement next to his sneakers and he's quite calm, peering down several stories to the alley below. He's not going to jump or anything, but he's not seemingly at all scared of just how close he is to one misstep and a sudden death. That's sort of what happens when you've already died twice and know you'll just come back.

He tilts back his head and lifts out his arms, feeling a breeze press against his chest and ruffle back blond curls and blow his layered shirt back; a leather jacket is resting by his feet next to his beer bottle for when the warmth of downstairs bleeds out of his skin and he feels able to shrug it back on. For the time being he just wants to enjoy the open air, reminiscent of a night on the beach and a feeling of freedom that he harmonizes with right now - buzzed and not exactly miserable for a change.]

derek hale | ota

[wolfbite]

i. party

[ Who the fuck is Odin Dark? Derek isn't here to wish anyone well for their birthday - he saw the flashing lights, heard the music from a few streets away, and that was enough to get his blood pumping and his feet walking. The blacklight aesthetic in here looks fresh as hell, the lasers are (airhorn sirens) d-d-d-d-doooooooope, and any excuse to get glow in the dark bodypaint is a good one in his book.

He spends an hour or so just flitting around and causing a scene, being too noisy for his own good in his excitement to be out among people, and maybe he'll come up to you sweaty and stupid and ask if he can take your water to rehydrate. Maybe he'll just kick your ass at bowling. Eventually, though, he gets hungry. At sixteen, Derek's the kind of kid who doesn't really care about being on his best behaviour, so rather than take a slice of cake from the selection provided like a good, normal person, he swipes his thumb over the gold one and sucks the icing clean off his skin, looking up with a grin when he notices you totally saw him do it. ]

I wanted to see if I liked it? Don't look at me like that.

ii. afterparty

[ The party is over and people are starting to go home, but like the birthday boy himself, Derek isn't done. But rather than sit inside and sulk in the strobelights, Derek's hanging out in the carpark outside, sweaty and tired but glowing with a happiness he absolutely doesn't have at twenty-two. He's leaning on the hood of your car when he sees you and cracks a grin, scooting further up the hood so you can't drive away just yet. ]

Hi. You wanna keep hanging out? The sun's not even up yet. We could go play basketball? Like... midnight basketball. That's a thing, right?

iii. wildcard

[ or whatever FOLLOW YOUR HEART he'll be playing lasertag and hanging out at the crane machines trying to get a stuffed wolf for like half an hour probably ]

AFTERPARTY.

[bragnificent]

[ Reggie's prepared to be annoyed the second he sees that someone's sitting on his car, but the irritation fades somewhat by the time he's closer. Cute white boy asking him to hang out and play basketball? Sure, why not. ]

Sure. Why not?

[ Reggie smirks a bit to offset what is probably otherwise a look of confusion on his face, eyebrow raised as he looks Derek over trying to determine whether or not he seems legit or, like, some kind of psycho. Certainly looks fine, though, so he'll just go with his instincts.

Also certainly looks familiar, but Reggie can't quite place why. ]

All it takes to make it a thing is to do it, right?