[OPEN] Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over

[lar]

Date & Time: Saturday 31st, starting at 9:00 pm o'clock
Location: THE PARTY WAREHOUSE
Characters: ERRBODY
Summary: Ella throws a party. It is awesome. Get your asses in here people. With subthreads for maximum OCDness.
Warnings: Drunk people, loud music, teenage drama! Nothing bad overall though.

[ It was seriously happening.

Food? Check.
Drinks? Check.
Lights? Check.
Music? Check.
DJ ClaudsterRedhead? Check.

There was no time for yet another complete check up, it was now or never. Ella fought the urge of making it a "never" and decided that whatever happened was already out of her control. Best intentions and all, whether it turned to be a great party or not depended on the people that would come. All she hoped was that the guests didn't destroy the place; she was kind of thinking about a future party to come and finding one good spot had been difficult enough.

But enough dillydallying, it was party time! ]]

((OOC: PLEASE WAIT WHILE I PUT THE SUBTHREADS UP. GO GO GO))

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Arrive & Mingle

[lar]

[ There's no red carpet, sadly, but the warehouse's doors are wide and well lit.

So walk in, check out who's with who, who's wearing what, who brought their weapons over (bad move) and who haven't you hit on yet.

Or, you know, try to sneak in without making too much of a fuss. ]

[thephix]

[Max arrives with Donny, but after telling him to go say hello to Ella, since he's here for her, she starts making the rounds by herself and taking stock of who's turned up.

She might be a bit overdressed, though her jewellery is simple and her shoes have a sensible two inch heel rather than her preferred five or six inches.

When she's working or dealing with more important matters, she tends to seem older than she is, but for tonight she's acting like someone a little more carefree, someone who might actually be twenty four. It's even different from how she was at the beach, because there she was properly relaxed, where she's just playing the part of it, now.

But she smiles and laughs at people's jokes and will introduce herself to anyone she hasn't met, or approach those she's familiar with.

This might not be the type of party she's used to, but it's still her element, and it shows.]

[ensorceler]

[ When Anne walks in, it's with as much purpose as one can have at a party. Adorned head-to-toe in silks and pearls, with belled sleeves and flowing skirts, and a dark floral design on the top right of her bodice - a rose, this young woman might be one of the most over-dressed to arrive. Even her long hair is pinned up tonight in a shimmering net and french hood to match.

After taking a few moments to recover from what they were calling music and decoration, Anne moves further in, a small box in her hands. She seems to be seeking out the hostess. ]

The Food Table

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[ Which has all kinds of perishables and non perishables as well.

Also non alcoholic drinks because some people might actually want to remember the night. ]

[fishnetted]

[ Food!

Yes, Dinah is going to say over here for a while. ]

[argentite]

[ allison comes because steph mentions it to her off-handedly and cautious as she wants to be, she's not a robot and can't help but feel the desire to socialize bubbling up inside. her plan is to check it out and see how it's going to be for an hour, maybe two, at the most.

for now, she finds herself doing what most awkward party-goers do: drifting towards the food table to grab something to munch on to keep herself busy. ]

[reconnaissance]

( An Australian walks into a bar


no, there's no punchline, or even a bar, just Ellie circling the food table. She's dressed pretty simply, just a black shirt with a few buttons near the neck tossed over a blue singlet and a pair of shorts, boots that have probably seen better days. She's been dancing, and she'll go dance some more later, but she's taken Steph's adventure to go and be social as an opportunity to fill up on food, and maybe a couple of drinks. There's a beer in her hand and she's slowly drinking it as she grazes, contemplates something bigger. )

The Drinks Table

[lar]

[ Booze up! There's more quantity than quality, but everything is drinkable, really!

There are a couple of wine bottles on a corner that look totally out of place. ]

[lazyinlove]

[Okay, yeah. A few of these before he goes to find the girl and say hello and goodbye. No harm in that!]

max & donny; just in case you want both at once

[thephix]

[While she spends a suitable amount of time on her own throughout the night, Max tends to gravitate towards Adonis, and because she's well... Max, she also spends a fair bit of time near the drinks table.

When Max isn't mixing herself something that looks fancy and complicated, she's talking to Donny in quiet whispers, her hand on his arm or at the small of his back to try to stop him from being so nervous.

Occasionally, she manages to get a laugh from him as she mimicks some of the gossiping they heard at parties back home, sounding far too posh, the comments irrelevent to the current crowd, but that's hardly the point. Once or twice he even makes her laugh, after some ridiculous pun or terrible joke, though she generally tends to be rolling her eyes at him.

They're a bit ridiculous.]


[[OOC: you can reply straight to this, and tags will come from donny + max after that (we can work out an order as we go!)]

[crossbearing]

( Exsilium has awful coffee. It is only fitting that, at a party such as this, Helena is being thwarted with awful wine. And it's really not Ella's fault, because Helena really doubts that she was raised to have quite the same standards as herself, because most wine is rather lacking, by her standards. This is just that little bit worse.

She is, truly, a wine snob. And a coffee snob. And a food snob. And-- perhaps just a bit of a snob in many ways, actually, although she likes to think that she can at least make do and adapt, after No Man's Land. She just doesn't really like to.

Behold Helena staring down a particular bottle of wine, considering if it's worth opening, a glass just by her hand, which is resting on the table as she contemplates the bottle critically. )

The Dancefloor

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[ Dance! Jump! Twerk!

No, don't you dare to twerk.

Be it by yourself or with someone else, get your dance on here. Or somewhere else, but here has the cool lights. ]

in which Ella and Donny "dance"

[lar]

[ Ella was awkwardly trying to bounce on the dancefloor.

...and that was basically it.

At least she's not alone? ]

Uh, did I mention I can't dance at all?

OPEN!

[ensorceler]

[ If anyone is overdressed for this party, it's Anne Boleyn. But her head is held high and she seems to outwardly pay no notice to how others are dressed. Her own silk and brocade green and red dress flowers in an array of flared skirts and belled sleeves, pearl droplets hanging from her ears to match the pearl necklace at her throat, which has a silver cross pendant hanging at the center. With her hair pinned back into a braided bun, wrapped in a net and held up with a french hood, she looks every inch the Queen-to-be. ...But she's still here to party.

How is it that so few are dancing? Well maybe that has something to do with music, which positively horrified Anne upon her arrival. She's never heard anything like it, even the slower songs, and is even more surprised not to find no one actually playing the instruments...whatever they are.

But she's nothing if not persistent, and after spending a time drinking and listening for a slow-sounding beat, she's going to attempt a dance. But not alone! Are you standing around, looking like you might have nothing better to do? Are you reasonably presentable, or does she know you?

Then expect this lady to twirl just into your line of sight, arm outstretched as she near-crouches in an exaggerated curtsy. Even fellow female friends are not exempt. ]

Will you not ask me to dance?

[chittybang]

[Pregaming was a good idea at the time.

Now with a glass of wine in her hand, Asami dances and she thinks she's dancing well. The reason there's a cushion of space around her is because people are watching, right?

Maybe, or because her dancing has alienated others from her.

At least she looks pretty. Her good looks and fitted outfit are enough to spark the illusion of being put together, but her movements are undeniably off beat, and she looks like she's having way too much fun for dancing by herself.]

The DJ Boot

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DJ Claudster

[lar]

[ The name was totally Claudia's idea.

Song requests/complaints/idle banter here once she pings! ]

The Dark Corners

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[ For the people wanting to take a breather, or just don't deal with people for a while. Or deal with a particular person ifyouknowwhatimean. ]

open; also he can totally be dragged to other places

[bumbles]

( Ah, dark corners. The natural habitat of the elusive Adonis Casey; a shy creature, more comfortable in isolation, but venturing out into more densely populated areas in the interests in keeping an eye on things.

And also because Ella wanted him to come and he felt really bad saying no.

Donny is there, and if Donny had full control, he'd be in his usual attire of a longsleeve shirt with some scrappy t-shirt over the top, jeans that have seen better days. Max's sixties adventure time have seen to it that he has a nice red button down, and he made the effort to fish out the least tragic looking of his jeans. It's not quite Atlas, and he's still feeling a little pushed from the Terror, so his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, leaving the tattoos on his forearms more visible - a circle outlined in black on the inside of his right wrist, and the Celtic Tree of Life wrapped around his left forearm.

He spends a fair bit of time just leaning against the wall and tracing his tattoos, quietly keeping an eye on things, whenever he's not with Max. )

OOC

[lar]

The idea of making subthreads comes from another game I'm in. Everyone is kind of OCD over there, so it kind of stuck?

This thread here is for general silliness. Got gifs, pics, random crap you have always wanted to put somewhere but never knew where? Do it here!

OH ALSO. If you feel there is something you want to post that doesn't belong in any of the subthreads you are totally free to post outside of them all. Just saying.

steph brown | dc comics | open (I'm sorry for being difficult)

[controlledvariable]

[Despite the stress of the last week, Steph promised Ella she'd turn up, so here she is, wearing black jeans and a burgundy blazer over a white shirt, which is about as dressed up as she's willing to get under the circumstances. She hasn't been sleeping, and she's exhausted from the day of baking, but she manages to keep a positive enough demeanour, even finding her way onto the dance floor if a song catches her interest.

Mostly, though, she lingers near the edges, preferring to talk quietly to people over joining large groups, and for all her promises that she wouldn't drink, well... The first glass is just because she wants to take the edge off, and the second comes the first time she sees Saul, and after that it just seems that if she keeps drinking, it's easier to pretend everything isn't going to shit.


By the end of the night she starts spending a little more time on the dance floor, because it's easier to relax when she's had more than a few drinks, and she's definitely a lot more chatty, seeming to lose a lot of the tension she was carrying around earlier in the night. She still looks exhausted, but at least she seems happy, too.]

[reconnaissance]

( Drinking, you say? Dancing, you say?

She's not going to be drinking enough to get her too far past lighthearted and tipsy, but it's nice to see Steph a little more relaxed. Even if she knows she's been having it rough, even if she knows she's actually kind of wrecked. She's just going to grab her wrist and tug her towards the dance floor, because that seems like a good place to be. And it seems like a nice thing to do.

She likes dancing and this is the first party she's been to in ages, so shoot her. ) You haven't filled out your dance card, have you?

lisbeth salander | the girl with the dragon tattoo | open!

[hejhej]

[It's not long into the party and Lisbeth has lost count of how many shots and beers she's had. She might have even opened a bottle of wine just to taste the alcohol. It's been a rough week and she has every intent of not remembering the night. Down the hatch the cheap alcohol goes, it's burn strong enough to make her stop and press the ball of her hand against her chest.

It's not even eleven and she's already drunk.]

[fishnetted]

Hey girl, you look all fired up and ready to go. Stumble, trip. Same different.

[ Hey this is Dinah trying to be helpful. ]

Want some water? More beer?

Drunk Ella thread because why not?

[lar]

[ Later, way later into the night, Ella remembers she's a lightweight and that she never really got the hang of drinking heavily.

Too bad she's kind of utterly wasted by then.

Here, have a drunk teen, glass with Something That's Not Water in hand, walking around as if she had just arrived. To the island, not to the party.

Shame; she actually wanted to remember all the party.

Kang | Dragonlance | Open!

[governorkang]

[Kang's been enjoying the party so far, despite not knowing many of the people there, or being particularly fond of the music. He's mostly been watching the dancing, and chatting with others here and there. Now, he's leaving the drink table with a fresh beer in his hand, finding a support column to lean against as he resumes his crowd-watching.]

[taijiya]

[Sango feels completely and utterly out of place here, with the strange lighting and foreign music and occasional drunk people and quite possible dirty dancing. Apparently this is the future of entertainment--and it is sort of freaking her out.

Which means that upon seeing a familiar face--or more accurately, a familiar set of wings and horns--she'll be relieved and hurrying over, quite possibly with a foreign hairstyle and outfit, depending on what she let Blaine mess with prior to being dragged here.]

Kang, I didn't know you were going to be here.

Al Anselm | open

[notadamnvampire]

[Not usually a party person, Al has arrived, dressed as finely as he usually is in his Victorian style suit that he had recently tailored for himself. He's never sure where to start at these sorts of social functions, and the music isn't exactly to his liking.

Still, this is Alucard trying to make a concerted effort into being personable. He's seriously trying. He's seriously bad at it.

Today is different, though. Today is also his seventeenth birthday, and he didn't want to sit inside his room moping over the fact that he's away from home for such an occasion. A party like this was a good distraction.

So, Al will be wallflowering it up with a cup in his hand full of something non-alcoholic, frowning at the crowd, and generally feeling out of place. If you approach him or come close by, you'll at least get a polite nod in greeting.]

[thearseman]

[Rudy doesn't know who this guy is, but he knows when someone doesn't know how to enjoy a party. He makes a face at the polite nod he receives, shaking his head.]

You really aren't enjoying yourself here, are you?

Rudy Wade | Misfits | OTA and fashionably late

[thearseman]

[Rudy's been drunk for almost as long as he's been at the party. He's been quite happy to try and make conversation with whoever finds themselves in his path, whether they seem happy with that or not. It doesn't matter if they're wallflowers or if they're enjoying being at the centre of the party. No one's quite safe from Rudy.

Later, well into the night, he can be found slumped in a corner, barely concious, still mumbling to himself. Something about needing more booze, what a great party this is, and the occasional confused query about the way back to his flat.]

[taijiya]

[It's Rudy's lucky night, in that someone present knows the exact way back to the flat, and is not roaring drunk, mostly because she was dragged here by a friend.

Sango's a little surprised and concerned to see Rudy in the corner once she recognizes him, and hurries over with a frown.]

Oh, jeez. Are you alright?