MASQUERADE PARTY, 33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday Evening

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Party night. The best of nights. An ornate sign on 33 Apocalypse’s door invited all to knock and make themselves known.

The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.

It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.

You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.

Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.

[ocd up, come party!]

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Party Games

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Is this a fancy-ass party? Fuck yeah. Are Margo and Eliot college kids at heart in need of games? Same. Play along with what they’ve set up, or come up with your own.

Magical Drunken Jenga

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

A jenga tower has been set up on a round table on one side of the room. The table has been magically stabilized against people drunkenly staggering against it. The rules of regular Jenga apply: On each turn, a player must select one of the blocks, remove it from the tower without touching any other blocks, and place it on top of the tower without making the whole stack collapse. When the block has been removed, an instruction will appear on it, sometimes accompanied with a neat little visual effect like a tiny knight or some fireworks. The player must follow that instruction, or pour whatever they’re drinking into the Community Cup, before putting their block back on the stack.

If the tower collapses on your turn, you must drink the entire contents of the Community Cup. A Reverse Entropy spell will automatically rebuild the tower after each collapse, until everyone is too drunk or too bored to keep playing. NOTE: unless otherwise noted, all magical effects dissipate either at the start of the affected player’s next turn or when a player forfeits by pouring their drink into the Community Cup.

[want to play? you can pick something out of our list of effects or request a RNGed one in the OOC. please make sure to get OOC consent if you’re going to do something to another player’s character.]

Re: Magical Drunken Jenga

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Ah, fuck it, if no one else was going to try the magical Jenga, then at this point kinda drunk Margo would!

She plucked out one block near the top with overly careful hands. “Right, what have we got. . .”

Something crashed to the ground behind her. She twisted around, wide-eyed. “Eliot?!” she yelled. “Did you spell one of these things to make a fucking bear?!”

Because that was definitely a bear.

Re: Magical Drunken Jenga

[existencemisspent]

"What?" Eliot asked.

Oh. That was definitely a bear.

"Not . . . that I recall."

Maybe it was a resident of the island?

Re: Magical Drunken Jenga

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Right. As party games went, this seemed fairly innocuous.

Jon pulled out a block.

Do a handstand.

He blinked at it. He poured his drink into the community cup, because there was no way.

Where's The Water?

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Some of these shot glasses are full of water. Some are full of vodka or other spirits.

Grab a friend (or maybe two). Each person takes a shot in turn, and tries to convince the rest that there’s water in that shot. If they fail, they have to take another shot.

Whoever taps out first loses. Loser.

Re: Where's The Water?

[existencemisspent]

Well. If no one else was going to get a game started, Eliot would just have to do the honors himself.

He lifted his shot in a salute, tossed it back, then gave the glass a considering look.

"Mmm," he hummed. "Water."

Re: Where's The Water?

[1000yearstoolate]

"Definitely not water," Seivarden said, who, after attempting to mix Eliot's signature drink herself a few times, was distracted by the light reflecting from the glass.

Re: Where's The Water?

[what_the_shock]

Miguel grinned. And downed a shot.

"Nope, water," he announced with a shrug."

Truth or Drink

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

You ask a question of your fellow partiers, and if they don’t wanna answer with the truth, they drink. It’s the easiest way to rat out the filthy cowards in the room!

Re: Truth or Drink

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo waited until a respectable moment in the evening, or you know, until people were drunk, to get up on her chair.

“We’re playing Truth or Drink!” she bellowed. “I’m starting! Everybody tell me about the worst party they’ve ever been at!”

Who needed question marks?

Re: Truth or Drink

[alwaysonguard]

Had Dwight gotten a few drinks into him? Sure. But it took a lot to get him drunk... but he was finally feeling relaxed enough to not just hide in a dark corner somewhere.

"Does the god-awful reception for what ended up being a utter failure of a marriage count?"

Re: Truth or Drink

[begmetwice]

Irene considered her answers for a long moment, opening her mouth once before shutting it again. There were a lot of unpleasant parties that she could consider for her answer, but she also didn't especially want to bring down the mood.

Besides, she had a reputation as an associate of the rich and famous to uphold here.

"Elton's Oscars party, 2012," she said finally. "My own fault. I got there late and was wearing the same dress as Dita von Teese, which didn't go over all that well with Dita herself."

Though Irene had ultimately made a friend, at least!

"I suppose the party itself was fine. Elton's good at them."

Re: Truth or Drink

[firehousehimbo]

"One time I ruined a party by throwing a blood clot and almost dying." Now that he was further away from the incident, he was able to make light of it. Like Chim and the rebar!

Re: Truth or Drink

[existencemisspent]

"The 'Please Don't End Fillory, Ember' party," Eliot said on a long sigh. "Not only did he try to end it anyway, he'd already managed to dispose of my best comrade-in-party-planning. I'd planned better orgies when I was ten."

Re: Truth or Drink

[firehousehimbo]

Buck thought this was a great way to get to know people. Well, unless they drank every time. But then he'd find out they were kind of lame.

"I want to know about the most awkward date you've ever had."

Spoiler: His involved choking on a breadstick and having to get an emergency tracheotomy.

A lot of his stories were going to involve near-death experiences.

Re: Truth or Drink

[defenderofdesmoines]

"My very first date ever, I was at a house party, and some big asshole shoved the guy I was with, so I punched the jerk in the face," Annie piped up. "Gave him a really bad black eye and never got a second date because the dude was embarrassed because a giiiirl had defended him or whatever."

Sean Jakowski: the stuff of legends.

Re: Truth or Drink

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Oh fuck,” Margo said. She hadn’t had that much to drink yet, but she looked like she wanted to throw up. “The date was fine? Kinda boring, which is hard to pull off at Encanto fucking Oculto. Had sex with him, left. Weeks later I find out something is sucking my life force dry. Why? Turns out he wasn’t over me so he built a fuckin’ magical sexbot outta living clay of me and fucked up the spell.”

Re: Truth or Drink

[existencemisspent]

Please. Whose didn't?

"Well, there was the one where I ended the night by killing the man I was meant to be dating, but since we never actually managed to go out, that may not quite count. . . ."

Ah, Mike. You were a secret Republican anyway, so perhaps it had been for the best.

(Eliot was quite pleased he managed to repress that one hard enough to toss it off as a casual anecdote, yes.)

Re: Truth or Drink

[what_the_shock]

Miguel snorted. "Double date, me and my fiancée, my brother and his date. Since my fiancée used to be my brother's girlfriend, and his date was worshipping my alter-ego. Talk about awkward conversations."

Re: Truth or Drink

[existencemisspent]

"Hmmm, let's see." Eliot's words were faintly slurring, which took a lot of alcohol. "Who wants to share how they lost their virginity? By whatever definition of the term you choose to use."

Re: Truth or Drink

[begmetwice]

"At the age of sixteen, in the back of a Mercedes," Irene shared with a coy smile before taking a sip of her drink. "And that was also the first and last time I've done it in a car."

Which was maybe a little surprising, given how adventurous she knew she came off, but Irene had quickly learned that she had standards and she deserved the full attention of someone who wasn't going to give herself a neckache by trying to maneuver around a cramped space.

Re: Truth or Drink

[begmetwice]

"I want to know," Irene began, which was already not really how you started a question, "about your favorite photo on your phone."

She winked, which was one part Irene being Irene, and one part having about a cocktail and a half too much to drink by now. "Bonus points if you show it to me."

People who did not have phones were clearly SOL and had to drink, sad.

Re: Truth or Drink

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“The first three options are filthy,” Margo said, grinning. “But I got a great one of me and El in freshman year right after he figured out how to bottle magic. Like, literally? Along with the booze?”

Re: Truth or Drink

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I, um." Jon took a swig of his own drink. "I should like to know about the happiest memory of someone. Non-sexual," he added hurriedly, given the company.