IT'S PARTY TIME!

[fe_male]

Date & Time: May 29, afternoon and evening.
Location: The Hold training rooms.
Characters: All the cool people.
Summary: It's a goddamn birthday party!
Warnings: ....It's... Tony's. Goddamn birthday party. So.



[ Welcome to the training rooms. Welcome to the party.

Everywhere's done up in no-doubt tasteful and not at all garish or, should I say, ostentatious, reds and golds and shit. Birthday type stuff. Amazing, birthday type stuff, surely, because the decorators Pepper hired are top notch.

And that music? Damn, son.

There's food too, by Exsilium's finest caterers. And the lights are moving and the bodies are writhing and dancing and somewhere Tony's avoiding Pepper in the middle of it because she's irritated with him and he's more interested in talking to people who aren't annoyed with him. ]

Hey! I'd like to say a thing. [ Yeah, he's totally not drunk, or at least on his way to it. ] A think about how... Awesome, it is, that you all showed up to my birthday party, seriously, this is great. And Pepper. Pepper, my Pepper, made this whole thing, so make you you lavish her with compliments and make her feel uncomfortable for how good a job she did. And have fun! Keep having fun, go for it. You need anything, we get low on something, somebody let me know. I'm going back to, you know, actually enjoying my party. Have fun! [ And he's disappearing back into the midst of the party. Everybody have fun! ]

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DJ Pinkman up in the booth y'all | OPEN

[hostage]

[You can thank Jesse for the extremely filthy beats blasting from the speakers half the night. The equipment is all stuff from his personal collection, amassed over time. And while it's not quite up to his former standards, it's loud.

He's lucky to be kept busy. He wouldn't want to miss a party like this, but it'd be hard to stay sober if he was out in the crowd. Here, with the headphones and the turntable, he's enjoying himself and staying out of trouble, fueled by coffee and cigarettes alone.]

[5055034455]

[Of course one of the first things Saul does is head up to the booth with every intention of complaining about Jesse's choice of music for the evening, but instead, he stops at the top step and watches for a little while.

And then he feels creepy, so he lightly slaps the back of Jesse's head and fixes his expression into a perfect old-man scowl.

YOUR MUSIC'S TOO LOUD, SONNY.]

[hostage]

[Jesse sees you there, Saul. He just pretends he doesn't.

That slap, however, is returned with a flip of his middle finger. Shut up.

...He has to work hard to suppress a grin.]

[5055034455]

[And Jesse's hand, in turn, is also swatted away. Saul twists his face into an even more disapproving one, pointing to his ears with a look like he's worried they might start bleeding. In fact, just in case Jesse doesn't get the hint, he drags his fingers down from his ears to his neck.

Look at all that not-blood.]

[hostage]

What's that? Louder? Ooookaaaaayyyy, if you want...

[Look at his hand hovering threateningly over the volume panel.]

[5055034455]

[It's a good thing Saul can read lips. He shakes his head emphatically, then decides he doesn't want to play charades after all and hopes Jesse can hear him over all that racket.]

Don't you dare. You're probably freaking the hell out of anyone not from our time, you know that?

[reconnaissance]

( Sup dude, she is making sure to wander by whenever she has a new tray of things to keep Jesse fuelled with more than caffeine. )

I didn't know you could do this stuff!

( Does she have to yell to be heard over the music? Because she will. )

[hostage]

[He can hear her perfectly fine. Or rather, with a combination of hearing and lip-reading, he understands her just fine.]

Ah, yeah. Used to do this full-time.

[reconnaissance]

Yeah?

( That's pretty cool. ) Why'd you stop?

( Hang on, she is just piling some of the food she has on this here tray onto a plate and popping it on Jesse's dj kingdom. Food thyself. )

[hostage]

[He dips his head gratefully and takes a bite before answering.]

Other, uh, opportunities. You know, music don't pay so good.

[reconnaissance]

It's too bad. You're making me start to like all this new-fangled music.

( She has gotten an earful about being an old lady, she's gotta say. With a bit of a grin, she has to ask, ) Don't suppose there's any Cyndi Lauper or Alanna Myles on the cards, is there?

[speakveryclearly]

[Kanaya wanders from her light booth into this "sound" one. From the music pounding throughout the party, she's getting the idea that Earth aesthetics may be... different from her own sensibilities. So this fifteen-year-old alien in a dress wanders in with her black gloves covering clasped, fretting hands and blinks at the occupied sound guy.]

Mr. Pinkman?

[hostage]

[Did she just call him "Mr. Pinkman"? He laughs a little, leaning closer.]

'sup?

[speakveryclearly]

Not much, really, I'm just on lights here and-- [Unsure if adult or child??? HUMAN SOCIAL SITUATIONS...] I was wondering what you had in mind as... complementing this.

[hostage]

[He hasn't even taken a look at the lighting equipment, sort of running on the assumption that - like his own equipment - it was going to be thrown together and not compatible in any way he's used to. Doubting he'll see a DMX he can make sense of at a glance. He doesn't even have a mobile setup of his own.]

You, um, doing it manually? Most of my set's 130 to 150 BPM, so if you can get the LEDs to match that and throw in some strobes and lasers, we can wing it.

Re: DJ Pinkman up in the booth y'all | OPEN

[demonbloodblade]

[She watches Jesse from the floor. This is... not music she knows. At all. But the thumping beat of it is fascinating, and she finds herself moving to it. then watching other people dance, and her face flushes at their dancing. She moves a little off the floor, but gives Jesse a little wave, even as she's blushing at some of the bodies writhing together.]

[hostage]

[Half of Jesse's personal entertainment for the night is watching how people from really different worlds react to the music. Hell, even people from his own world find his taste repugnant if they don't happen to run in his circles. He's being a little bit mischievous, DJing this party. That's how his smile looks, too, when he waves back at Meliantha.]

[demonbloodblade]

[She's obviously reacting to the beat - swaying a little, things like that - but at the same time some of the dancing is obviously weirder to her than the music. But she sees his smile, and smiles back - hers of amusement at how much fun he's having.]

[hostage]

[When their eyes meet, he raises his cup in a toast to her. Mischief aside, he's appreciative of anyone appreciating him, and he's happy to see her getting into it even a little.]

[hejhej]

[It takes a bit for Lisbeth to make her way to the DJ booth simply because of the crowd. From what she's gathered about her boss, she's not surprised by the amount of people here. She's managed to get a beer which isn't finished by the time she reaches the booth. Lisbeth pauses before taking a step further.

Glancing at her beer, she pauses before chugging the rest of it down. She misjudges just how much was left and spills the last remaining drops on her chin and the floor as she tries not to gag.

Once she's cleaned herself up, she places the bottle down on the first flat surface she can find. Lisbeth then turns around and walks up, tapping Jesse on his shoulder when she gets there.]

[hostage]

[Jesse glances over and then immediately moves to hook an arm around Lisbeth's waist and draw her closer for a kiss. Mmm. Alcoholic.]

[hejhej]

[She kisses him readily, draping an arm around his shoulder and pressing herself a bit closer to him.]

bitch please, these beats are sweet

[fe_male]

[ Tony's found his way over towards the source of the music, apparently, he suddenly realizes based on all the humming backchatter he can hear in his head. Some sort of enclosed system. But the music is great, some of it's made him laugh, so there's that, anyone laughing when they're recently re-stuck in Exsilium needs to give appropriate honor to the one who got them to chuckle, even if half of it started with 'bitches love me something something' and kept going from there. He liked the spirit of it, and how it made the dance floor tight and close and there was so much random physical contact he was both insanely turned on and really put off. It was a fun state of limbo to be in for a while.

Right now he's not on the dancefloor, because he's - like I said - found his way towards Jesse. He comes up to the booth, alongside the younger man as he works, sets a glass of something special down - is it alcoholic, does Tony know, or think that would be a bad idea? Up to you. Maybe it's forty year old scotch he stole off the ship on the recent mission, maybe it's just a really nice mix of crangrape and a little oj for flavor, some ginger ale to bring it to life. But either way, it's a sign of appreciation. There'll be others later, but in the immediate, he doesn't want to disrupt the work, simply observe it for a few seconds, watching Jesse's hands as he mentally watches the lines send and relays come back and music go out. It's fascinating, and if it weren't for - you know - all the other people here, he'd probably stay here a while longer than it looks like he's intending to. Although he's lingered longer than it looked like he was going to. ]

♥

[hostage]

[Jesse is pretty much the worst at keeping his cool when the situation isn't life-or-death. He's so engrossed in his work that he doesn't even notice Tony's presence until the drink is set down before him, and then Jesse looks up, slack-jawed, with eyes wide as saucers in that You're Iron Man expression that's probably more common on little kids' faces.

Unfortunately, he can't quite turn away from his work yet, hands scrambling back to the panels.]

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, Tony's actually used to that expression on.... Most people, by this point - the memory of Greg is still oddly fresh in his mind - so he doesn't really care. He just shoots back his best, Well shit, yes I am. smile in return. Then Jesse's back to his work, and Tony doesn't want to interrupt, so he figures he'll just shoot him a message or run into him again later when the next DJ takes the stage. Time for him to start circulating again. ]