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[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?]