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 Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 5:25 pm
Sin accepted the kiss with a reluctant forgiveness. As long as it stayed out of his sight, he wouldn't chase it down. "So Nevada, tell me about some of the people around here." He inclined his head towards the party. He knew many of them by looks, but not by name or personalities. There was that time when he didn't hit it off so well with the sun hunters in that particular meeting.. but to be honest, Sin had already put it behind him. No use dwelling on the past. That, along with the atmosphere of the party made it hard for anybody to be harboring negative feelings towards the people here. Sin was always open to meeting new people. All the more fun after all. everybody if you don't mind sin approaching your character to say hi, that would be lovely >w<~
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Bilious rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:26 pm
"Dry?" Jerry looked crestfallen, but someone else- right, Al, had said something about a place for prizes where a bottle of beer was rare- a single bottle of beer couldn't get you drunk, but it was a start. Maybe it was a 40. That would be better than one small bottle which was better than nothing- "I'll um... I've been um. No, it wasn't aliens ahahaha it was um. Worse. The Life labs." He shifted uncomfortably before backing away from the group a few paces, spotting the gift booth in question. "I should... should go say hello to everyone! Goodness I think... I think I was even locked away on my birthday-" He mumbled, looking concerned at the thought. "I'll... I'll be right back!" He made a quick line to the booth where he spotted the wheel that could possibly grant him a wish come true... The wheel spun and spun until finally landing on it's number, and the corrisponding prize was handed to him. He blinked down at the antlers with a look of disappointment. Ah, well, at least he looked properly festive! He went ahead and put them on before venturing out again. At the sight of Robert half sticking out of the gingerbread wall, his hopes suddenly rose. Maybe the man could come through for him! He'd gotten him plenty of drinks in the past, never seemed to have trouble finding something good, and by his horizontal state, he had to hope he hadn't already drank it all. "Ah... ah, lost your feet there, buddy?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:28 pm
The Christmas party was going roughly as good as anticipated. The cakes were absolutely destroyed, and so was the table, half the streamers were rolled into large balls instead of anything useful, creating this weird abomination of red, green, black, and Pikachu yellow, the chair of kissing was pretty much the chair of destroyed forever, and the ground was moving.
Yes, the ground was moving. As in every single inch of the floor from the opening to the corners of the gingerbread room was covered in foxfires. And not just any foxfire, a very specific kind of foxfire:
It was cute, for about another five minutes. And then they started biting onto legs. And then they started marking their minipet territory. And then they started yipping. And then they started to prove themselves to be vicious, terrible creations made entirely out of Fear. OOC FOXFIRE ATTACK: - They're TECHNICALLY not attacking, just being affectionate, but for every post you make, you take -1 HP damage. You can punt a foxfire or move it or even attempt to destroy it but they just keep on coming back, armies and armies of them. Where are they even coming from? - You can also defend yourself from their attacks, this can be a thing. - If you are in the Life division you take - 2 HP damage
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:33 pm
"As long as I do not drink any eggnog, I am fine with whichever, oui?" he offered, going to fix his hair a little, since he worked pretty ******** hard on making it look just right, and he wasn't letting hell or high water ******** it up. Even if he was chilling in his bro's lap, he may actually be slightly self-absorbed.
Looking up to Nick, he gave her a winning smile, going to place a candy cane back in his mouth, since he was told no cigarettes. It was a good weapon, if you used it right.
"S'up. Nick, 's my neighbour, Solomon. Sol, s'the b***h down the hall, her name is Nick." He offered, pointing up to the short woman, before finally going to stand up again, not coming up much next to her, himself. "Want to join us for some ginger bread?" He offered to her, lightly dusting himself off again, offering his hand to his bro.
Of course, now there were weird dog things at his legs.
Shoo! Shoo!
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:34 pm
As Jordan answered, Mimsy was already beginning to piece together the explanation that she would use, dividing basic from complex. Distracted by her thoughts, she missed the fact that the foxfire was wiggling in an attempt to gnaw on her, assuming that it was just trying to cuddle. Her thoughts trailed off as his sentence did, and she followed his gaze to the creature in her arms, catching it just as its needly teeth chomped into her sweater sleeve. She shifted the foxfire to rest in just one arm and reached into one of her coat pockets, producing a large rubber band that resembled a thick string. It made sense that she might use it as a visual, considering the use of a sort of vibrating thread image that string theory employed; instead, she held the minipet's mouth shut and wound the band around it. The ease of the motions made it seem like she'd definitely done this before. Once that was accomplished, she held it up to her face again and rubbed its fluffy face against her cheek. "Perfect," she happily sighed, smiling apologetically at Jordan as she nestled it into her arms again. " Now. I completely agree, and commend you for going about this in the best possible way. It can be quite troublesome, even for me - it is defined entirely theoretically, and requires an essential deconstruction that ignores what was my specialized field of study. For instance, you will need to set aside all that you know about subatomic particles and their physics, and replace it with the concept of immeasurably submicroscopic strings, whose vibrations and quantum states give us the readings of their mass that we currently use. Are you familiar with quantum states?" The complexity of her explanation was not beyond her, and its extensiveness began to sink in. She scratched the foxfire under its chin and frowned. "Jordan, are you certain that you want to discuss this now? I enjoy your company, but would not want to keep you from other company that you enjoy. I can honestly predict that it may extend through the duration of this party."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:41 pm
Otto, still lying on the floor and now covered in terrifying minipets, decided he'd filled his yearly quota for socializing. Yep. Time to go. "Eva. Eva I wanna leave." He growled under piles of fur. He was pleading for permission, apparently. Ol-j-man idk if stormy is still there but hi <3
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:44 pm
Solomon looked at Nick and gave her a thumbs up, just grinning as he put an arm around Dorian's shoulders while he worked on fixing his hair. Which was nice for him, even if bro looked much nicer than Solomon himself did.
"Nice to meetcha. Have some gingerbread, friend of Robin's." he grinned, dusting himself off once the mist had gotten up to tower over both of them. Solzilla. "Can go find a drink and soak the gingerbread in it - too bad there's no alcohol at this party, though."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:37 pm
He waited for Nevada's answer. At the same time, there was smething else that was occurring. Something very unpleasant. "....." "..." Sin endured it. He really tried. One was hard enough to deal with, but when there was this many? His patience was strained. Punching a closed fist into his other hand, he had to apologize to Nevada in advance. "Sorry sweetheart, I can't keep your promise." Not when there was hoards of them dying to eat Sin from below. He didn't care of this was affection or not. He wasn't going to deal with this, and his boots sure as hell wasn't going to deal with this undeserved abuse. Picking up the nearest foxfire by its hood, he was convinced that it was the same one that he had encountered before. ""How do you want to be dealt with? Sliced? Skewered?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:57 pm
Nevada was about to show Sin around...when hoards of fur.
Instead she crawled on to the nearest table before they could at her ankles and smiled at Sin.
"There's a lot of them, I'm sure it won't break my heart if you kill a few of them off..." She didn't think it would get them far though.
For technical purposes, she sent a text to Solomon.
Demon_Pachabel Text to Batman: Gotham needs a hero...
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:09 pm
Finn really had no idea what was going on anymore. The room was crowded, with a lot of movement going on everywhere and only a certain amount of it he could follow though he continuously tried to see in the direction he no longer could without turning his head. He was already starting to get a bit dizzy from it, his head swimming and not in the pleasant, drugged with painkillers kind of a way. Setting the piece of gingerbread that he'd torn off of the wall down on the nearby table, he turned his head towards the food. "Do you think that stuff is safe to eat?" He asked, an incredulous note to his tone. In fact, this was deus, so just being in this room was probably going to get them killed somehow or another. Suddenly somebody slapped something to his face while shuffling past. The ********. He peeled the sticker off, looked at it, then smirked and carefully placed it back, only this time he put it on the front of his eye patch. It was so apt and true that it hurt. "I think I could actually do with a place to sit down." He admitted, but then found himself looking towards the floor when something bumped into his leg. Was that...a fluffy puppy? Finn's heart melted. Puppies. Puppies everywhere. He loved puppies. It was his one true weakness. Oh right, Fini! But puppies.... Something in his expression softened, until another puppy ran over and bit his leg, tugging on his incredibly expensive jeans. "WOAH HEY NO! We don't chew on my clothes." He attempted to very lightly kick the animal away, glancing over towards Fini hopelessly like I really don't want to hurt this thing because it's a puppy but look what it's doing to meeeeeee. Okay ignoring the puppies for a moment. Even though there were a ton of them now. Somebody would be clearing them all out soon, right? "Anybody else here we know?" He asked, having a quick glance around, seeing Jack, Dory, Nick, and a few others that he recognized. There was one face at least that he didn't immediately see, and that was...not actually very surprising at all, but he dug his phone out of his pocket anyways. Enoh Love Text to Ripley: There's a party. Lots of nice looking bitches running around this time. I promise there's no men in maid outfits. You should come and hang out...unless you're too busy with Abbbiiiiii~~~ Yes. That would totally make the man come. "Okay so where were we?" He asked, completely distracted and wow really dizzy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:48 pm
There were dogs everywhere. Now he understood the text.
"Nice looking bitches, huh?" Ripley's voice deadpanned from behind Finn, followed very shortly by a punch to the other Trainee's shoulder. "I hate you." He informed his friend, but at least he turned a very sweet, pleasant smile to Fini. "Lovely to see you again, Fini. How's the dead weight?" He gestured towards Finn.
This was friendship at it's finest.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:01 pm
Where Finn hadn't been paying much attention, she certainly had been. And still had no idea what was even happening.
She should have known better, as Finn did point out. This was Deus. Anything the offered or made seem too good to be true was undoubtedly a ruse that would involve someone dying. Or several someones.
At least the sticker that was now sporting from Finn's eye patch was perfect.
"I've not seen anything more suited for you then that." Fini said cheekily, a small frown starting to form at his admittance to wanting to sit down. She gave his arm a small squeeze, glancing around to find anywhere they could safely sit down. Except... the floor was moving. With god only knew how many of those fluff balls.
And then she was groaning because Finn really?!
Where he gave a light 'kick', Fini had no qualms over reaching down to grab one of the little mutants by their hood. "Bad dog." She said, tossing it into the sea of more puppies. She liked puppies, really. Just not these fluff balls. Especially the ankle biting and destroying everything.
Fini glanced back up at Finn. "That we want to talk to? Nope. And sorry, sweetheart. Might have to take a reign check on the sitting down... " She casually slipped her arm around him, 'snuggling' into his side while silently encouraging him to put a little more weight on her. "Now, I believe we were discussing what we should do... ?"
Suddenly, there was a Ripley. He got a bright smile.
"Always lovely to see you, Ripley! And he's not so bad, I don't think?" Fini tilted her head up to look at Finn. "Maybe I need a second opinion?"
Be a true friend, Ripley. A true friend.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:01 pm
Phone. Phone going off. Solomon immediately froze in what he was doing to look at it.
Gotham was calling it's hero.
He looked up from his phone right at Dory (who probably already knew something was about to happen) and Nick (who probably was preparing a defensive chop to Solzilla based on the grin on his face). "The batsignal is on.ROBIN. BATGIRL." he said, grinning excitedly before he hoisted Dory up over one shoulder again....
and attempted to hoist Nick up onto the other one before running to go find Nevada while shouting "TO THE BATMOBILE!"Grey Dragon I'm so sorry for him. Not really. Up to you if Nick is kidnapped as Batgirl.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:14 pm
Twice did the small little... puppy looking creatures get released and now Milo was getting a good look at them when they went on the sort of attack. They kind of reminded him of corgis, with their short stumpy little legs. Kind of adorable in a weird way. Probably not normal, he was told normal animals couldn't survive. Were these those minipet things people spoke of? They didn't look weird at all, actually. Again, almost adorable. Really, he could have gushed but he was more of a rabbit person.
But look at them go! All.... oh, wait they were getting bitey. Milo moved his acquired plush doll a little higher under his arm just to be on the safe side; it was a prize, it needed to be kept safe.
And in the process of giving the small puppies an amused look, he noticed Solomon and gave him a wave. What.. was he doing...
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:27 pm
The floor looked like it was moving, the mass of fluffballs absolutely everywhere, and while yes, Finn loved puppies, there was actually such a thing as too ******** many of them in one place, apparently. Fini's arm squeeze and lean in was accepted for what it really was without complaint, and he leaned against her more heavily then before as his head swam, his eye closing as a dull pain began in his forehead. Was it really too much, so soon? It seemed like it. And after only being there for what felt like a few minutes. <********. "I hate everything." he muttered under his breath, turning his face towards Fini's and tilting it down to give her a kiss on the top of her head, arm wrapped around her. And then Ripley showed up. Right on time. "Heya, Ripples! You're just in time." And for the comment, Finn reached up and tapped on the sticker on his eye patch, the one that said much the same in bold print. "Don't worry, feelings more then mutual." He moved to stand up straighter at this point, and it was apparently a mistake, as his head became more dizzy then before, and several puppies came surging towards him, bumping into his leg, sending him stumbling enough to need to grab on to Ripley's shoulder. "Fuuuuuuck." He hissed under his breath. "Hey, how about we just go and hang out somewhere else? Sound good?"
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