MINGLE | The "Everyone's Tired and Hungry" Post-Mission Pizza Party

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: Everyone! A free-for-all general chill-out time, thrown haphazardly together by a mad scientist.
LOCATION: The Mess Hall
DATE: Sometime after the mission. Y'all know.
CONTENT: The Orb Crew tries to relax for a hot goddamn minute.
WARNINGS: Likely drinking or drunkenness, the usual party antics. Very mildly image heavy, NSFW for naughty threads, properly marked.

It seems the party has been properly set up for you all! But of course, there's an exuberant amount of 'Newton*' flair added to it, and people can find all sorts of random things — markers for drawing on the pizza boxes (which he distinctly requested, super important) cover the tables, and it's clear by the one designed like a Pikachu and a dinosaur that he's already began scribbling on them. He's also made... board games literally comprised of pizza boxes as well, including Chess and Connect Four, which is lovingly set up side-by-side on a table and done with intent to annoy.

They've got one deck of cards for games, no chips; you'll have to just make some of your own out of pizza box cardboard. The most grand of all creation appears to be a normal-sized Skeeball table, made of flimsy material, with oranges for balls. It may or may not last the night, but it sure works for now!

There's a very strong bottle of liquor from their last mission open for everyone, and, well, it will get you drunk quite fast if you're not careful. But it's also a Bring Your Own Beer situation; hope you guys asked Viv for some to plan for the party!

Lastly, there's classic bar rock playing from an iPhone rigged to a speaker that looks very very cobbled together, from loose bits and bobs from the lab's many boxes. If you go fiddle with that phone's playlist, you may be able to find a small collection of songs that aren't rock, but are likely from the 90's or early 2000's.

And yes, there is a couch with a sign on it, designated specifically for people who wish to nap. If they'd like. Don't be rude, let people lay down when they're sleepy. (Maybe Newton just put that there for him, honestly.) There are 50 pizzas total, which is practically a whole-ass pizza per person, so enjoy! (And thanks, Viv!)

Feel free to bring your own flair to the party, if you'd like.

These are just a few things for a m b i e n c e.

(*If you mention him, he will appear like a terrible omen.)

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Daisy Johnson | OTA

[morethan084]

[This is such a huge change in comparison to where they all were not even a week ago. Daisy's sure she isn't the only one recovering, mentally and physically, and it was tempting to just stay in her room. But what was even more tempting was the overwhelming smell of pizza wafting through the air.

Keeping her injured arms out of sight, Daisy enters the mess hall, and it looks so normal that it's overwhelming. There's no fancy decor, no fancy food, just a shit ton of pizza and alcohol. Well, a bottle of alcohol. At least for now. Spotting Newton, Daisy reaches out to touch his upper arm gently as a smile tugs at her lips.]

Hey. Thanks for putting this together.

[Look! She's whole again and doesn't look like an actual mess.]

I

[Daisy looks for the selection of pizzas before deciding to just start with a slice of pepperoni. It's not the best pizza she's ever had, but it's not awful either. Seeing someone scrolling through the iPhone, she goes over to see what song they're looking for.]

Not into rock music?

II

[After two slices of pizza, Daisy figures that's enough to get started with drinking. She doesn't plan on getting wasted, but after the mess, they've all been through? She'd like to take the edge off. Reaching for the bottle at the same time as someone else, Daisy laughs and pulls her hand back.]

You go first.

[She doesn't even know what it is, but it smells strong.]

III

[Okay, so she might've had a little too much, and sitting down seems like a great idea. Ignoring the sign on the couch that it's just for naps, Daisy pulls it off and tosses it off to the side. Seeing someone looking around for an open seat, Daisy pats the cushion next to her.]

No one is sitting here.

WILDCARD

[Have something else in mind? Feel free to write something below or PM/message me on plurk!]

I

[callada]

Hm?

[Rosinante is glad for the interruption, actually. This device is a bit of a mystery to him and he doesn't recognize a single one of the titles. Mostly he was just browsing out of sheer curiosity.

But now he looks over - well, and down - and then shrugs with a half-smile.]

Don't know, actually. Never heard of any of these. What's good?

[And he slides the little device with its screen toward her so she can pick instead.]

[groupiedrifter]

Daisy!

[Newton sounds like he's just ran into a friend who's traveled a long way to visit, because that's just him. And, well, also because he's got just enough liquor in him already to be slightly tipsy. He reaches over and gives her the most mild, careful of hugs, which is one of those hook-the-chin-and-pat-the-backs.

Mostly 'cus he knows she's still not up to her full health, probably.

Last thing he needs as a doctor is to hurt a patient!

... Even if he's not technically that kinda doctor.]

Hey, I'm getting plenty out of this myself, no reason to thank me.

... It's good to be in a hectic space that doesn't involve spears and arrows.

III

[cruelyethuman]

[The noise spills out in to the corridor, dripping like poison in his ears as the Darkling walks past the open door and the crush of people coming and going to this... pizza party.

The organized chaos that faces him as he enters, is nothing like a party at all. It's various inhabitants of this station, talking too loudly to be heard over something that is not music and drinking from brightly colored cups.

He raises an eyebrow at Daisy.]

I wonder why that is.

I

[bossily]

It's not that I mind it, it's just painfully obvious who this belongs to.

[She laughs as she says it, in a fond sort of way. Newt's influence is all over this party, and it's incredibly endearing. But, it's also rock music. She listens to the classics, but sometimes there's just something to be said about nice quiet indie music that she knows Newt won't listen to so she has no idea why she's looking through an iphone for something only she'll appreciate.]

How are you holding up? [There's an awkward pause before she adds on:]

After everything.

newton geiszler | i said i wouldn't top level and i lied | ota

[groupiedrifter]

I. Die Nachtigall Singt

[At some point in the calm and steady chatter of the night, a song from The Clash transitions into — something very different. It's a coloratura's voice, an opera singer with a lovely German trill, much like the famous Elisabeth Schwarzkopf but a bit deeper, a bit more stern and mature. It's honestly a lovely, old sound that echoes in an almost ethereal way in the impossibly clean, white walls of this advanced ship. Despite the peaceful energy it emits, Newton seems almost electrocuted into standing by even the first few seconds of the song, his face flushing pink as he moves toward the speaker to skip it to something else.]

Oh, that's — sorry, dudes, I'll change it to something more upbeat!

[The usually confident and upbeat fellow has become a shy schoolboy.]

II. Ass-bumped by a Professional

[Newton promises himself he will totally not get drunk.

So he obviously gets drunk.

But he's nothing if not a very excitable drunk, the kind you'd find in the bathroom to hold your hair back for you, or who would cry over the sight of something impossibly cute. Obnoxious, yes! And somehow even more chatty! But genuine. He more than happy invests some time in helping people out with dancing, because some of you are just terrible at dancing. Sure, he's no Usher, but-]

You just gotta swing your hips, honestly. Like this-

[He walks by and swings his hip, gives your butt a bump as he goes.]

III. Goodnight, Sweet Prince

[Anyway, this ends the way you'd expect it to.

Newton splayed out on the napping couch, one leg and arm dangling haphazardly off the cushion. He's looking very susceptible to sliding right to the floor. In fact, he very much looks like a snoozing piece of ham about to fall out of the backend of a sandwich, and his glasses are following his example as they inch down his nose.

As he snores lightly, he may be heard mumbling:]

... Fuck you, Hermann, s'my side of the line... S'a cool epidermis...

( i )

[soups]

❰ for as many people who are enjoying the mellow and fiesty rock songs that play on rotation, the musical culture shock has thrown jiang yanli for a loop. it's not that they aren't enjoyable...more like she has no idea how to enjoy them. music is meant to sooth the soul, or command spirits — for any other purpose, she's lost. the lyrics can also be vulgar, or at least contain innuendo that widen her eyes, though she's not shocked to find basically no one else seems so scandalized.

the break in the guitar riffs and sounding drums is welcome, especially when the instrumentals are so soothing...and so far, the voice that she hears is much preferable to whatever those men kept screaming about.

it's not like her to make open requests, especially of strangers, but between her burgeoning confidence and a little liquid courage, she finds it easier to stand up as a man rushes over, obviously about to change the song. ❱

Excuse me — I'm sorry. ❰ she's raised her voice a liiiittle too much for her liking, but it is a loud party. trying not to let the embarrassment get the better of her, she continues. ❱ If you don't object, I'd like to listen to that...even if it's just the one performance.

ii.

[respirations]

( Eddie can't remember the last time he got drunk. College, maybe? It's hard to tell but he knows it was mostly avoided. His mom's voice a constant nag in the back of his head, reminding him: Alcohol isn't good for your condition, Eddie-bear! What would happen if you hurt yourself in such a state? Honestly? It makes him just want to get more drunk.

So obviously he gets mildly drunk. Enough to enjoy the atmosphere but certainly not enough to dance.

Which is why he's surprised when Newt comes sashaying along like a drunk toddler. )

Dude seriously? I'm not even dancing and you like you're a step away from doing some 80s dancercise.

Rosinante | OTA

[callada]

1. Those were supposed to go there
Most everyone else is enjoying pizza, but Rosinante is an outlier. He bypasses the boxes entirely and ducks into the kitchen to make something for himself with some of what he asked for in his own special order.

Which is why there's a loud crash as he somehow manages to knock half the pots and pans onto the floor in one go, and then another as he trips over one and falls on top of the whole mess in trying to pick them up.

Truly, he's a perfectly capable cook. Really. Promise.

2. Hold 'em
That's one round of poker down, and someone else gets to collect the winnings. Rosinante shrugs at his loss and shoves his cards over the table. "Can't win 'em all," he says as he tops off his glass from the nearest bottle of whiskey. "Where'd you learn?"

3. A few too many rounds
Rosinante is the weirdo with a bowl of steamed rice topped with a pickled plum and pan-fried fish, once he manages not to drop everything in the kitchen. He's happy to join others eating, though. And drinking.

"You have drinking games where you're from?" he asks, knowing that yes, probably everywhere does. That's not the point. He's got a tall bottle of whiskey and he's not afraid to use it as he tips some into a glass for whoever he's sat down next to. It's half an excuse to meet people here, and half an excuse to drink when he desperately needs it. The last mission went fine, but it's still never his favorite thing to have to kill someone in the process. Always bums him out for a while. Alcohol helps.

Besides, if the orbs do what they're supposed to do and actually fix what he regrets, it's worth it, right? No matter what it takes.

4. Wildcard
(Want something not mentioned above? Go right ahead. Rosi does not know any of the music here so catch him either enjoying it or maybe being puzzled by it. He will eventually end up drunk though he's trying not to, and might just pass out on the napping couch (which he is much too big for) with a still-lit cigarette and has a tendency to accidentally start a few small fires as a result.

Want to run anything by me? tinylongwing is where to find me!)

1.

[bijective]

Partaking in an abundance of cheesy pizza just isn’t in the cards for Hermann. He is more than content with his lobster bisque that he ordered from Viv. But he also doesn’t want to catch Newton’s attention or else face the wrath of a wiry, yappy man who’s had one too many mugs of caffeine.

Before he even has the chance to approach the kitchen doors, his ears are met with a thunderous clang and a thud. Hermann rolls his wheelchair inside, revealing a (very) tall man just about on his ass.

And so, Hermann does what he does best: Push his glasses up and ask—

“Everything all right here?”

[groupiedrifter]

An admittedly drunk Newton Geiszler is adjusting his glasses for the umpteenth time as he stares down into the bowl of steamed rice and pickled plum and pan-fried fish, looking mildly unsure of what he's gazing into.

"... If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back," he slurs. "What is that wrinkly floppy red spot on the top? R'you eating prunes with your fish, dude?"

After a moment of study, he goes right for the kindly poured glass of whiskey instead — and then makes the most puckered up, displeased face at the taste when he throws it back; whatever, man, it's still going down the hatch, that's what counts. Bittersweet Celebratory Shots for everyone! Leave no man left behind! Or something!

After he manages to gulp it down, he throws up some devil's horns so casually that it almost looks (read: is absolutely) silly.

"Oof. Victory."

3

[chronosynthesis]

Syrlya raises a brow, but does take the offered glass. He's decided to take already prepared food where it is, so he's got a plate with an assortment of pizza slices and, now, a glass of whiskey.

"We do, though usually with more than two people participating."

2

[comburst]

"Some of my shitty classmates back home were always wanting to do crap together." And Katsuki's just sort of naturally talented at picking up new skills - not that he cares too much about the winnings here so much as the simple act of winning. He's always been sort of way too competitive for his own good. Really, he's not much for parties but he does enjoy games that are competitive so it's enough of a reason to stick around.

hermann gottlieb | this has all been a terrible misunderstanding | ota

[bijective]

[This is supposed to be an in and out affair. Meaning, Hermann planned on popping his head inside the festivities, then finding a cozy spot in the corner to continue his casual reading. Nothing more, nothing less. Even that proved to be a challenge of its own, with the music blaring several decibels too high.

No, instead, Hermann is holding a bundle of paper towels in his hand, dabbing one of the pizza boxes because oh no!



Oh, dear. Who's beer can is that? Who knows! ]

Oh, bugger me!

[winscenario]

[ Surprise, Hermann. Someone at this party has spotted what you're doing (several someones, probably), and he's standing right beside you, tilting his head and raising both eyebrows as he sees the mess he's trying to clean up. ]

You might have to eat that whole pizza, now.

[morethan084]

Damn.

[Daisy appears behind him with an empty plate, watching this guy struggle to clean it up.]

I mean, I'm sure it can't taste that bad.

[Curiosity gets the better of her and she reaches for a slice, taking a bite out of it and--

Promptly letting it drop out of her mouth and back onto the plate.

Classy.]

James T. Kirk & The One Lazy Prompt | OTA

[winscenario]

[ To say that Jim isn't the mood for partying is an understatement. But Finn seemed to be excited at the prospect of pizza, and he was pretty convincing when he asked Jim to tag along, so. Here he is now, holding a glass of some drink, occasionally sipping on it while walking around the edges of the party.

He's not opposed to some chatting, or even games, but he's not the one approaching people on his own. He'll greet familiar faces with a smile, take a slice of pizza for himself every so often, plop on one of the couches (on his own, feel free to join him), but it's the classic rock music blaring from the sound system chaotically put together that catches his eye.

He makes his way over, digging the tunes for a while, then he bends down to look into that playlist. He goes through it to see what's on offer, grinning when something he knows and really likes pops up. He hits play. ]

Oh, alright. Now we're talking.

[ Okay, so maybe coming to the party was a good idea. ]

[groupiedrifter]

Right?

[He leans over the table, more than ready to slide himself into a different conversation. His brain's always going a million miles an hour, anyways; move from one convo to the next, make sure nobody's left to their own devices (because he's been there in life before, it sucks to be the wallflower). Kirk's gonna get lightly intoxicated company whether he's a depressed bitch or not.]

My tunes are the gold standard. My best work in the lab's done when I'm jamming to the good stuff.

Finn - OTA

[hatejakku]

[ Finn had come to the shindig out of curiosity and a desire for pizza (which he only vaguely knew what that was). Plus, he liked Newton a lot. Even if it usually felt like the guy spoke a totally different language.

After he shows up and looks around with a blank and confused stare, he spies the pizzas and makes a beeline over there.

A little while later, one can also spot him on the couch. He doesn't want to take up the whole thing, conscious that he's not the only exhausted person on this station, so he's sort of laying there in a very content, happy ball. He doesn't sleep, of course, but it's nice.

When he gets bored of that, though, he finds the liquor and cards. Now, this, he knows how to handle. With a few bats of his innocent eyes, he manages to wrangle someone (or maybe more if people wanted to make a group thread out of it). Then he starts shuffling and dealing. ]

I know a little poker, if you've heard of it.

[ He grew up in barracks where a deck of cards might as well have been made of kyber. He knows more than a little planetary poker, and his dumb grin probably gives it away. ]

[groupiedrifter]

[Newton dramatically flops down on the couch next to Finn despite not being remotely tired or ready for naps, and then gives a big dumb sigh of contentment as he throws those skinny chicken legs of his on Finn's legs to make a big ol' obnoxious leg pile.]

Hey, Finn! What's up, man.

[Newton's blissfully buzzed and more than ready to annoy his crew proper. But Finn!! He wants to make sure Finn's doing alright. The guy's obviously never had a proper fun time in his life, when it comes to the glitz and glamor of pizza parties. So he's maybe a little less annoying, just for him.]

You eat a bunch of pizza yet? You're not allowed to nap on the napping couch until you've had pizza, it's an unspoken rule, dude.

Yzak Jule | OTAAAAAA also doin the one prompt party

[coordination]

[ Yzak is here, because while this isn't his most comfortable setting to be in, he knew it was happening. Newton seemed excited about it, too, and he figured most of the team would also show up. And being there for one's team is important to him, even if he's not partaking in as much as the others. He sticks to a couple of slices of pizza (trying to find ones that don't seem to glisten with grease), and maybe has a drink (but just one because he is not a hot mess nor does he wish to become one) but otherwise ignores the rest.

Except the games. Because he sees the games. He knows why these two games are here. And also... ]

Ugh, is that a grease stain on the bishop? Who wants to touch that!?

[groupiedrifter]

[He sneaks up next to Yzak while holding a cup of strong-smelling booze, and says over his shoulder, with feeling:]

Are you talking crap about my work, chess princess?

wen qing | ota + closed starter

[silverneedles]

i.

[ The pizza is fascinating. Newt explained it vaguely in his post— bread, with tomato sauce, and toppings— but Wen Qing had no true understanding. It isn't until she has a slice in hand that his comment about pizza makes sense. She eyes it dubiously, unsure if the flavors would work together, especially unsure if she'll like it. None of it sounds healthy.

But she's at this party, attempting new things. Tentatively, she takes a bite, eyes widening in surprise at the taste. She lifts her hand to cover her mouth as she chews, swallowing after a moment. ] This is good!

[ It's like nothing she's had before, surprisingly enjoyable, and she finishes off her first slice and then reaches for a second. ]

ii.

This is music? [ The cacophony of music from the speaker is nothing like the music she's heard. Wen Qing's face is generally given to carefully controlled expressions; it's rare that she smiles at anyone, and she keeps distaste and joy off her face as best she can. But she can't keep the disapproval off her face as another song starts playing. ] Do people lack working eardrums in the future?

[ She'll attempt to fiddle with the iPod to find something that sounds more like proper music, although it takes her a few minutes to figure out how it works. And it doesn't take her long to get annoyed with the music. ]

iii.

[ The pizza and music might be unfamiliar but liquor is liquor. She has a bottle of wine in hand, procured from Viv, and she leaves that on one of the tables as she pours a few fingers of the hard stuff.

With her glass in hand— and after going back for seconds— she settles at one of the tables with the board games, looking them over. Chess she dismisses but Connect Four seems reasonable. Easy, even. ] The point is to get four of your chips in a row? How difficult can it be?

iv. closed to yanli

[ After a few rounds of games and finishing off that second glass, plus some of the wine she brought, Wen Qing is well and truly on her way to drunk, the tension bleeding out of her shoulders. When she spots Jiang Yanli in the group, she pours another glass of wine, and approaches, leaning in closer than she would in normal circumstances. ]

Jiang-guniang. Come sit down with me?

[ She gestures to the napping couch, only to realize the sign says for "naps only" and instead points to one of the other couches in the lounge. ] We can talk.

v. wildcard

[ throw things at wen qing, or if you'd like to plot something, pm me! ]

[soups]

❰ it's later into the evening, and jiang yanli has broken her commitment to not drinking. in her defense, 1) she wasn't aware that fireball was an alcohol and 2) once she did realize this, she decided it was too delicious not to continue to sample some. she has learned her limits, determined not to lose control of her equilibrium like last time, and so has only downed a few shots of the stuff. it has balanced out in her stomach thanks to some pizza (though the cheese left her only eating two small slices), so all in all? she's mellow. riding the high of victory and the opening of boundaries, it's a nice, happy feeling.

when wen qing calls out for her, she instinctively straightens. jiang yanli has quickly made attempts to try and adapt as much is comfortable to modern people and their strange ways of existing, but talking with people she knows from back home snaps her right back into being the first daughter of yunmeng jiang, future wife of jin clan's master. it's why she turns and quickly bows, never forgetting her title or the debt of gratitude that she owes. it's a very small bow, though, as wen qing is too close for something so formal. ❱

I would be glad to. ❰ once it's clear that the invitation is truly to sit, not to nap, jiang yanli glides to the other seating arrangement, neatly arranging her robes beneath her as she sits. ❱ I hope you're enjoying yourself despite a party of this style.

lan xichen (the untamed) | ota

[calmness]

I. Rule 254: Alcohol is prohibited. (Within Cloud Recess).

[alcohol is forbidden within xichen's home, but he is no stranger to it. as the heir and then leader of a clan, he's had to drink wine in toast at multiple cultivation conferences.

which is why, when he was a teenager, his uncle put him through the painful experience of learning to burn off the alcohol before it had affected him. it had been painful for multiple reasons. first, it is a simple fact that one sip of wine and a member of the lan bloodline is drunk and lucky if they remember the night.

second, xichen learned that he is a hyper drunk.

third, while his inhibitions fly out the window, he remembers every embarrassing thing he says and does. once upon a time, mingjue had had plenty of stories to hold over him when xichen had insisted that he could drink qinghe liquors stronger than wines.

all that said, xichen is aware of what alcohol looks and smells like in it's various forms. he knows, after everything both at home and in the events of the mission, he should not drink. hyper-activity can only last so long.

the hard liquor, he avoids. but then somewhere along they way, someone offers what seems to be a safe option. it smells like juice, so why would xichen think anything of it as he takes a sip. then two, then three.

he stands by the strange contraption -- technology? -- which plays music but does not look like any instrument he knows, eventually starting to sway with the music. it is only when he suddenly bumps into someone -- how did he move away from the wall and where is the cup he was holding??? -- that he realizes that something may be wrong. ] Oh! Apologies!! When did you get here?? [it might also be the fact that instead of speaking softly, in smoothing tones, he is nearly shouting.]

II. Wildcard

[have something in mind? feel free to PM. xichen comes from a strict sect with 5000 rules (which, admittedly, he follows but also knows how to bend very well), has no knowledge of modern music and while known for being kind and polite.. is a secret gossip and can be horribly petty! it could be a time! ]

good lord xichen

[soups]

❰ she takes no offense to being bumped at all, but especially not when she realizes that the culprit is lan xichen — and then even less so when she realizes the predicament he's in. she's not totally sure why zewu jun is standing before her, obviously drunk, when the lan clan is so against the practice of consuming alcohol. even with secret consumption, there must be a point to not be so openly drunk in public, no?

but jiang yanli has all the pity in the world for him. for those not so used to liquor, the choices they've been given aboard the ship are devilish and strong. they trick you, bringing your manners to their knees. she was in a similar position the last time they had a party, and there's still a ghost of shame in her chest that she was seen so without her principles. ❱

I've been here for some time, Zewu Jun. ❰ she speaks to him softly, despite his raised voice. her gaze remains level, even though she's both bemused and bewildered to see someone of such a high authority in such a state. ❱ Would you be interested in sitting with me?

❰ perhaps in some chairs in the corner? or not in this room at all?? ❱

dusty fields ︙ ota

[softmouth]

[Dusty has managed to track down the stuff to make some somewhat healthy refreshments - just some cut up veggies with his closest approximation of ranch dressing, and some cut up fruit and dried fruits on a couple of plates. Mostly, that's for Hermann's sake, and on request. He'd managed to wrangle together a couple trays of brownies with stuff from the kitchen he'd scraped together - not as good as the ones he makes at home, but decent enough.

He manages to hold out for two whole minutes before loading four different slices of pizza onto whatever approximation of a plate he can find, and taking the first bite, relishing the way the cheesy greasy goodness soothes his troubled, exhausted brain. He's so distracted he's liable to bump into someone or offer them the last slice of whatever he was about to go for with a sheepish little grin.

Dusty, don't talk with your mouth full.

He's also going to be spending some time flipping through the music phone looking for TLC's classic No Scrubs once he sees the general era of the playlist, in sudden need of listening to it after a vivid memory of himself and Noah, his brother's kind-of-boyfriend, dancing around the bedroom singing into random objects at the tops of their lungs while Ches was out doing something or other. The whole thing is just making him a bit misty-eyed.

Which is what sends him to the napping couch, where he curls up with his head propped up on his rolled up cardigan. It's pretty clear he's used to sharing sleeping space, because whenever anyone else comes by wanting a piece of it, he instinctively moves, pulls his feet up or shifts his body to make room. And once or twice, he opens his eyes groggily, and asks in a very soft half-asleep voice if someone will please come nap with him.

After the nap, he heads off to mingle around with people, saying hello randomly, snacking on pizza and drinking a sip or two of the liquor people are sharing around without taking more than his share. He might lose spectacularly at a few card games and kick butt at skeeball, to the point he might make a few silly bets on it - no money, just chores or favors or dares.

[OOC: Hit him up anywhere, I'm flexible. PM me if you have an idea you want to pass by me, or just write me something random! Dusty is sociable enough to harass antisocial types, so feel free to have someone just exist in his space or hit me up to tag your top-level instead!]

[morethan084]

You have good taste.

[Daisy compliments from her spot nearby when he changes the song to TLC.]

I just played that for someone before whose never heard them before. I don't know if they liked it or not.

[Leaning against the table, Daisy's got a half empty can of beer in her hand. She's about to take another sip when she noticed the tears in his eyes.]

You okay?

Sans | OTA

[skelepun]

[ Going places, doing things, eating pizza -- that was what well adjusted people did with their time, right? Not that anything about this shindig felt particularly well adjusted, but hey! The only parties Sans had been attending lately were of the pity variety.

So what if this one was held together with cardboard and pizza grease? So were most of the places Sans liked to visit. Maybe he could test out some new material.

You know what they say about pizza jokes -- it's all about the delivery. ]

a | another one bites the crust

[ If you added in a spike pit or pressure plates, the game area Sans a little of Snowdin Woods back home? It's enough to make him feel kinda nostalgic, leaning against the ski-ball "machine" and watching the other party goers match wits against each other. Though with how hard people were hitting the sauce, wits were in increasingly finite supply. Aka, his time to shine.

Next person who passes gets a quick tap on the back, followed up by an irresistible request: ]

Hey buddy, wanna make a bet?

b | you don't pepper-own me, buddy

[ After his monster of a bender their first night back from the mission, Sans had been treading lightly when it came to booze.

Losing control like that used to be his escape back home, but things had been different for the last year or so. Between Papyrus's coronation, moving into the palace, and his own responsibilities as advisor-slash-brother to the new king... he just didn't really have time to spend every evening getting sloshed at Grillby's. Even if he had, the crowd was a lot thinner there these days. Kinda hard to get Fun Drunk with all those ghosts hanging around.

But there were plenty of people here, weren't there? And Sans had nowhere to be tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. He'd stayed sober an hour. That was plenty.

What harm would one drink do? Or two drinks? Three, four... he eventually lost count.

Sans never did find "Fun Drunk," despite his exhaustive search at the bottom of every bottle in the place. Must be too many ghosts here, too. ]

Hey. [ He waves a hand at the nearest passer by, vision too blurry to make out who they were exactly. No matter how well they may have known each other outside the Pizza Zone, Sans looks at them now like they're a stranger.

With slurred words and a grin that didn't fully reach his dim eyelights, Sans leans in conspiratorially: ] Hey, you. Why'd the chef keep his crust recipe a secret?

c | what do you call a sleeping pizza? a pizzzzza. get it?

[ The party hit its energy crescendo about an hour ago; most of the attendees were at that intersection of Drunkenness and Pizza Bloat where deep conversation and dark-corner makeouts were all anyone had energy for. Not particularly interested in either, Sans set his sights on a different prize.

Oh, napping couch. Where you been all my life, baby?

Sans flops onto it, practically falling asleep before his body hits the cushions... if it's even a cushion at all. He didn't bother to check if the couch was occupied before taking the plunge. Repositioning to his side, Sans mumbles out a half-asleep commentary: ]

Mmf... this couch's a pizza crap...

[ Wanna get pinned by a (surprisingly dense) skeleton? Decipher some sleep-talk? Draw on his face w/sharpie? Go nuts! The world's your napping couch, we're all just sleeping in it. ]

:) smooches boney forehead, also c.

[groupiedrifter]

[Newton just makes a grumbly vague string of word-noises under Sans's weight when he flops on him, honestly.

But then he manages to flip just enough that he hugs Sans like a oversized skeleton teddy against his chest, perfectly and drunkenly content to snooze in this position.

now who's the trapped one]

jiang yanli ▶ ota

[soups]

❰ it's hard to say that jiang yanli has ever been to a party. feasts, festivals, announcements, meetings...a party, especially one like this, really isn't in her repertoire. the only thing that might count was the previous bash thrown by killmonger, but she barely remembers that. the only vestige of the event is the party hat souvenir she still has...and a very big hangover.

unlike some who had many more emotional highs and lows, she came out of the mission pretty invigorated. there was a continuous and droning fear for her brother stuck in her chest the entire time, but their first planet visited has done a lot for her. she displayed courage, brazen rebellion...honestly the daring feeling hasn't yet left her chest. it makes confidently striding around the party all the easier, though of course her posture as a lady remains. ❱

⇢ one; failed teetotalism

❰ jiang yanli has learned her lesson — it is unwise to consume alcohol quickly, and though it may not instantly make you lose your senses? they just might escape you as the night wears on. she doesn't actually plan on drinking anything other than water this evening (now that she knows better than to expect people to have hot tea at the ready), but she finds the bottle of caramel-coloured liquid alluring. "fireball"...she doesn't even notice that it's truly alcohol, just pours some into a cup and tastes it.

oh...oh! oh? hmm. hmmm. jiang yanli's journey through the horror of realizing it's alcohol, the hit of acrid flavor and then the not-unpleasant rush of cinnamon flashes plainly across her face.

it brings her to a crossroads, which leaves her staring at the bottle in hand — sorry if she's hogging it, you can tell her to put it down! — as if she's trying to make a decision. ❱

⇢ two; gimmie pizza

❰ coming from ancient fantasy china, there are a lot of foods that jiang yanli has no idea how to conceptualize. she was pushed into somewhat of a comfort zone in fantasy korea, but back on the ship again...she's no stranger to culture shocks. there are a lot of modern conversational nuances that she's picked up on. mannerisms, gestures, the odd bit of slang. food can still be so mysterious, and such is the case for this...topping disc.

she first wonders why one would need to eat the plate that food is served on and not just scoop the contents from the top like a spoon. but it becomes obvious, as she looks at other people eating the delicacy, that the hardened bread is part of the appeal.

well, she's never one to turn down hospitality. she's been on the lam, dined at cloud recesses, been married...there are worse things she's put in her mouth compared to topping discs.

she's found a piece she's interested in — one that has mushrooms (recognized) and some flat meat circles (unrecognized) — and mimics how she's seen others eat it. it feels like a vulgar way to eat, opening your mouth so widely and leaving so much in your hand. immediately, a lot of opinions form. the bread? not bad. sauce? cool. mushroom? delicious. even the meat circle has a kick to it that she appreciates. there's really only one thing turning her off of the dish. ❱

Pardon me...if I may bother you with a question. ❰ this is asked of someone nearby after she has secured a napkin to hold her slice in, so as not to be messy or rude. ❱ Can you tell me what this might be?

❰ and she points to...the cheese. ❱

⇢ three; the backstage boogie sets your pants on fire

❰ the music that fills the air of the party is a shock in and of itself. it's very loud, very...noisy. the instruments are ones she's never heard played before, or at least she's never heard guqins and pipa played like this. the words can sound slurred, shouted. not soothing or or demanding any spell that she's heard. but then again, perhaps this is some kind of high level cultivation.

jiang yanli has found a chair to sit in and observes the people closest to the device from which the music booms. some are propping up the wall, conversing and drinking. some are dancing in what she can only assumes a ritualistic fashion. arms move with abandon, feet swerving and legs swaying the bodies attached to them. she's never seen people move in such a way. fascinated, and also slightly tipsy/tired, she leans her head lazily onto onto her hand, propped up by a wobbly elbow.

for as much as it confuses her, something about it looks so freeing...not that she would ever. unless prompted. it would be rude to deny the invitation. ❱

2

[callada]

[Seated right nearby, legs sprawling, chair nowhere near the table since his knees don't quite fit under it, is Rosinante who seems to be polishing off the last of a piece of fish, held over a bowl of rice.

Pizza is, in fact, not food. In his opinion.

But he does know what it is, and it takes him a second to figure out what exactly she's asking.]

The pizza? Wait, that part? That's cheese. Comes from milk. Cows.

[Oh, thank gods he's not the only one here who doesn't know the most basic things that everyone else seems to take for granted.]

clarke griffin | ota

[romancekiller]

▶ ONE.

[ clarke isn't typically much of a party person but it feels strange to be celebrating and having a party especially after everything they had just been through with the mission. there was a lot that happened within the last couple of months and clarke is understandably hesitant to indulge or even let down her guard but eventually curiousity does get the better of her. she enters the mess hall, wandering around as she quietly observes her surroundings noticing how festive everything looked as well as spotting several opened boxes of what she assumes to be pizza that had been advertised for the party itself]

This is supposed to be pizza? [she approaches one of the tables and picks up a random slice while also noticing how much variety from the toppings alone but to be fair, it's not like she's ever tried anything like this before either] Seems like there are a lot of different kinds of this. Do you have a favourite? [this may or may not be an attempt to get some recommendations because she has no idea where to start]

▶ TWO.

[it happens somewhere between eating some pizza that clarke takes notice of the markers near the pizza boxes and the board games. she can't help but feel a bit nostalgia being reminded how both of these things were something she used to do a lot when she was younger. the markers were new since she had mostly utilized charcoal to draw due to limited resources back home but she immediately makes a beeline towards it]

a ) [clarke takes a seat at one of the tables picking up one of the discarded empty boxes with a couple of markers in hand before she starts doodling either directly onto the boxes or in her sketchbook which she has with her later on. if you look close enough and happen to approach her it might look a lot like a something out of a card deck or something else depending when you approach her]

b ) [alternatively she makes her way towards the board games table, settling down and looking between the game of chess, connect four and deck of cards which look like they've been drawn by hand] Never thought I'd see something like this again.

[she fiddles with the pieces and the cards from the deck, making sure everything is in order while trying to get them both set up maybe to play against herself for practice but if anyone does approach or pass by, she doesn't hesitate to call out whether she knows you or not] Do you want to play one of these game?

▶ WILDCARD.

[ i'm open to anything else so feel free to throw something else at me! or shoot me a message if you would like a custom starter! ]

ii.

[groupiedrifter]

[Newton's making the rounds, keeping an eye out for familiar faces — and there's one right there! He's more than happy to slide into Clarke's line of sight to study what she's doodling. He's obviously had way too much fun scribbling all over pizza boxes himself; it stands to reason he's gonna be very invested in the rest of these masterpieces.]

Hey, Clarke! What d'we got here?

[He's a little tipsy, but a tipsy Newt is a good Newt.]