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melodiesoflife2016-05-11 08:56 am
mindofathief) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-05-11 08:56 am
Dancing All Night
Who: Everyone
What: A slumber party at the Observatory so the Heroes can experience something nice for once.
Where: Old Observatory
When: Night of May 12th - Morning of May 13th
Warnings: If your character comes, there's a huge change they'll catch the sickness from someone else who's infected but doesn't show the symptoms. Duster will have many regrets in the future.
[All those that had been invited to the Observatory tonight would see all the windows on the bottom floors lit up before sundown. Duster and Zelda had spent most of today setting up bedding and rearranging the furniture in preparation, and then Duster had to run back home to change into his new suit.
There were multiple rooms with lights set up. One has a corner turned into a makeshift stage where musicians could perform. Two had tables of food. Several rooms were left alone for partygoers to have private moments (Tamekichi suggested that). There was also a box of beer bottles as a sad attempt at a bar, with an empty bottle marking the area where party games were to be played, Spin the Bottle included (all that was Tamekichi's suggestion, too).
Duster greets the arrivals at the door with a soft smile, wearing a periwinkle suit, a white dress shirt, a red shit, and black dress shoes.]
Welcome to Club Ixen! It's time we had some fun.
What: A slumber party at the Observatory so the Heroes can experience something nice for once.
Where: Old Observatory
When: Night of May 12th - Morning of May 13th
Warnings: If your character comes, there's a huge change they'll catch the sickness from someone else who's infected but doesn't show the symptoms. Duster will have many regrets in the future.
[All those that had been invited to the Observatory tonight would see all the windows on the bottom floors lit up before sundown. Duster and Zelda had spent most of today setting up bedding and rearranging the furniture in preparation, and then Duster had to run back home to change into his new suit.
There were multiple rooms with lights set up. One has a corner turned into a makeshift stage where musicians could perform. Two had tables of food. Several rooms were left alone for partygoers to have private moments (Tamekichi suggested that). There was also a box of beer bottles as a sad attempt at a bar, with an empty bottle marking the area where party games were to be played, Spin the Bottle included (all that was Tamekichi's suggestion, too).
Duster greets the arrivals at the door with a soft smile, wearing a periwinkle suit, a white dress shirt, a red shit, and black dress shoes.]
Welcome to Club Ixen! It's time we had some fun.
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I invited everyone, but I guess she doesn't like parties... [He gives the room one last look-around.] It's too bad. I wanted to thank her again for saving me back then.
[Man, now you had to go remind him how hot she was. There he goes, sitting cross-legged with his face resting on his hands while he remembers how gorgeous she looked even after days of travel. It's obvious that's what he's thinking of based on how pink his face has gotten.]
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[Duster's reaction kind of pisses him off, but he's practiced in concealing his real emotions under a cavalier facade. It's disproportionately important in his mind that Duster not know.]
Too bad, you know? Someone might've dared her to kiss you or somethin'.
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I...no not like that! [He can't wipe the blush off his face with his sleeve, but he attempts anyway.] I don't...she's not...
[Uuuuugh. All he can do now his cover his face in his hands.]
...She'd probably kill anyone who dared her to do that.
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[That's a lie, but Santa is enjoying the mental image of Duster getting rejected by Lust, for purely schadenfreude reasons. He's kinda just talking on autopilot.}
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[This a serious topic for him, and he gives Santa a good, minute-long glare. Death isn't a form of entertainment, only the worst of the worst would enjoy it.]
I don't want anyone here to get hurt, and besides...I don't even like Lust that way. Sure [his eyes drift to the left and his features soften] she looks nice, but that's what you asked, right? We didn't get along that well.
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[He barely even remembers what he said. Guess he should keep his morbid gallows-humor on a tight leash around Duster.]
Ok. There anyone else you like 'that way'? [It's not too late to dare someone else to kiss Duster, after all. The night is still young.]
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Just...don't joke about it.
[He finishes the rest of the sandwich as he stares at the ground. He's not sure about his feelings on anyone else, apart from thinking some people are cooler than the others. He's always been bad at this.]
I don't know. It's hard to decide which one I like the best, or if I like them. [Maybe if he goes through each of them one by one...] I guess I never gave it much thought.
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Whatever, man. If nobody pops out to you, then there's probably nobody. Don't blow a fuse tryin' to come up with something. [Especially since Duster's round is technically over, and he's not obligated to answer any further questions of Santa's unless it comes back around to his turn...]
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He waits for his turn to ask, and he picks Santa this time. He still needs some vengeance.]
Santa. Truth or dare?
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Dare. Don't wanna dispel the sexy air of mystery around me.
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I dare you to find a guy here and compliment them. A real one, not an insult in disguise.
[He folds his hands together, their tips covering his mouth. Yes, this will be fun to watch.]
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Fine. You're not half-bad with your...[Wait, no, that's sort of backhanded, huh? He shakes his head and starts again.]
You're not a terrible...[DAMN IT, that's not right either. It's like compliments reform themselves into insults on the tip of his tongue. Why is this so hard?]
[He grits his teeth and starts a third time.]
That suit...looks good on you. [Santa's cheeks have gone pink and he's scowling now. He's fighting back the impulse to qualify that statement with a joke or a barb, but he can't. It makes him feel entirely too exposed. People aren't supposed to just say what they think. That's so fuckin' weird.]
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Huh. He's got some nice eyelashes, now that he looks--
Hold on, he's talking. Well, more like saying half a sentence and taking it back while he turns pink. Time to tune in and enjoy the fruit of his labor.] See? Just like that. [Duster's sure he has never gotten over finally getting compliments because he feels himself turning pink. That, and he's achieved what was once thought to be impossible.]
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ly cutetaking a compliment as Santa figured he'd be.]Yeah, just don't expect to hear it ever again.
[He turns away from Duster, still flushed, and waves for the next person in the circle to go already.]