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ximilialog2021-08-16 09:42 pm
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilialog2021-08-16 09:42 pm
MINGLE | The "Everyone's Tired and Hungry" Post-Mission Pizza Party
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.)
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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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.
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I don't think we've gotta be pros.
[And as he shakes his hips to the music, he gives Eddie an immature little hip bump as he dances by.]
Look out, smooth stuff! I'm getting my dancercise on!
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( Okay, yeah, he might smile because yeah— this is nice, okay? )
Come on, man. You got to really throw yourself into it if you're going to fucking dancercise. ( Excuse you, Newt but he might be putting that beer aside and making a grab for those hands. ) You 90s kids, I swear to God. You keep hip bumping around and you're just going to start a mosh pit.
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Oh yeah, you old 80's bastard? What if I want a mosh pit? Home sweet home!
[But alright, man, he'll behave. Sort of. He's moving from foot to foot, side to side, like he's a kid getting his wiggles out.]
Let's see those Patrick Swayze moves! I'm not accepting anything less!
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( Because obviously the one thing that Eddie can remember from the early 90s was grunge since he was actually sixteen at the time. Anyway he might just pull Newt with him, twisting them around in some dumb dramatic gesture. )
If this is you asking me to pick you up over my head that is so not going to happen. ( But he hopes your ready for a dip because it's happening, Newt! Better not fall. ) I'm not quite that drunk just yet.
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[He snorts a laugh at the dramatic gesture, stepping in time with the beat despite how absolutely ridiculous it is. Made even more ridiculous by the fact that they'd transitioned into Cherry Pie by Warrant. Which is at least easier dance music than Nirvana, in all fairness — and more Eddie's decade.]
I'm flattered that you're not saying it's because I'm too heavy, really.
[He's a beansprout with legs, confirmed. Even Eddie's taller than him.
A travesty.]
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( Even though he almost rolls his eyes at the song (and has to glance around for Richie who is no doubt probably dancing somewhere nearby.) Still he focuses back on Newt, smiling and shaking his head. ) You're real compact, dude. Let me get one or two more beers in me and we can be the reigning dance champions on the station. I got to put all those square dancing lessons I was forced to take in middle school to use somehow.
( In the meantime Newt, you're getting spun around. Be the Kaiju Princess you were always meant to be. )
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[He moves both their currently clasped hands between them, showing Eddie his gaudy silver pinky ring, which is indeed a goddamn skull. He makes a woooo- noise as he's spun, a little unsteady on his tipsy feet as he finishes his orbit.]
We're gonna have to, because that — [He points to Richie and his absolutely horrific dancing.] — isn't gonna win us shit, dude.
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Fun fact about me? One of the first things I bought after I started my job was a pinky ring with this gaudy ruby. The 90s were wild, man.
( Thankfully even though Eddie is also a little tipsy, he at least offers support and makes sure no one falls over. He can't help glancing back over at Richie, grinning and unable to help chuckling. )
I feel like I should defend the love of my life but it is terrible like he's trapped in phone booth or something. Maybe ee should find him a partner and go head-to-head.
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[Stride to the stride, strut to the right — what was that terrible dance they forced everyone to do in American Middle School? The Electric Slide? Thank god he came to America belatedly in his youth.]
When are you gonna break the news to him that he can't dance to save his life?
At least let the poor guy out of the invisible box he's in.
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( He wishes they did the Electric Slide at his school. Eddie just remember Square Dancing and they were in fucking Maine. )
I'll let him go for a little while longer to make up for all the fucking mom jokes that I've had to hear since remembering his dumb ass. Just let him suffer.
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Oh, Eddie. An upstanding business boy? Yuck!
Definitely a worse fate than watching him mime-dance. But hey, congrats on the trip to outer space! Now that you're around people like yours truly, you're free to be way cooler.
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( The song switches again something less pumped up which means Eddie has a chance to not sway around so much on his old man legs. )
At least that's what I figured but I also had a weird clown fucking with my memories but now that I'm here and pretty fucking alive again— ( He shrugs, smiling but its with a notable warmth. )
Can't let it be in vain again, you know? So, yeah, I guess that leaves me a lot of time to figure shit out so I hope you're ready for this crash course because I'm a mess.
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I don't even own a car, but like — why bother with anything other than a motorcycle? I wanna either look cool while I'm traveling or suffering in public transport. There's no in-between.
[He grins.]
... Welcome to a ship full of messes, pal. We'll make patches; it's a prestigious club.