Chel shrugged, trailing behind Nevada like a puppy. "Yeah I suppose. We can always come back later, too. Not like they're charging at the door or anything."
She shrugged the annoying suspenders off her shoulders, letting them dangle around her waist. "Those things have been way too tight all night," she groaned.
Looking back to the crowd, she spotted Milo and Jack. She threw her hat towards Jack and winked, then gave them both a little wave before leaving for good, Nevada in hand.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 7:29 pm
To hear a rebuttal from both Finn and the person joining did not make Abbi any less whiney. In fact, it only amplified it as she swung around to clasp her hands together under her chin in hopes that puppy dog eyes worked on the person next to her. "But I'm thirssstttyyyyy!" Was what she tried to say. Unfortunately, she only got half of it out because wow Ripley you clean up good son. Puppy dog eyes turned into a wide eyed and sparkling look as the girl looked at the suit and his hair and mostly suit and asdfghjkl;lkjhgfdssdfghjk A most innocuous cough was given as Abbi went all over pink, an awful attempt at pretending she had not just oogled him quite openly. "I-I'm thirsty. I just want like... A Sprite." Why was that such a big deal?
The little mini-lecture from Fini had her puppy dog eyes coming back, not so much in want of getting her way but mostly because she was going to pretend to agree and look pitiful about it. Whether or not she believed Fini was a different story, but she was super nice so there was no way Abbi was going to argue with her. Not at a fun party! The arrival of a drink, however, perked the girl right back up and she nodded her thanks at Fini before she took a big swig of the drink. Oh! Wow what great punch waitaminutethiswasn'tpunch. Wrinkling her nose with a squeeze of one eye, Abbi stared down at the murky looking drink and tried to figure it out. Had the juice gone bad or something? It didn't smell bad it actually smelled really sweet and maybe another sip would figure it out and oh..... Oh. Well now she felt stupid. Might as well take another gulp to dull the pain. That's what... People said alcohol did... Right?
Jack's arrival, and reprimand, reminded the teen that she wasn't alone and she quickly stuck her tongue out at Ripley before she took another big gulp. This stuff was really terrible but she felt so warm now! So maybe it made her make awful faces, it wasn't so bad! She was able to get in two more gulps before her drink was snatched away, Abbi dancing angrily at him. "That's mine! Fini got it for meee its mine wow its really warm in here." Maybe that was just the fancy suit staring at her. After a decided pout at Finn the girl turned back to Jack. "I came for a party. Not to fight. Plus, this is my favorite hoodie. I'm not getting it ruined. Ripley thinks its cute." That was obviously very important to say out loud.
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"Milo, aka guy dressed as one right now. Second guy I beat at the tournament." He was then preoccupied with prying Fini off him because God damn it, stop being so stubborn, woman."You want it so bad, then--"
Jack made it rain whatever the hell Fini was drinking. Drink up.
"Damn, Finn, you sure this is your girl? She can't seem to keep away from me~" There probably would have been more weight to the tease if he wasn't giving the Sun hunter a pointed look, continuing to try and pry her off with firm pushing and pulling. "Well, I'm gonna go in and see if I can't get a sample, figure out what the hell mutated these things. I'd also like a little congregation to pool together what we've seen later."
He caught sight of the girls leaving and gave a half grin, waving a silent ta. "Right, then. Since you're sticking around, Finn, watch the kid. Or go follow those Hallowlesbians for some Trick or Treating, I don't care really. And, kid--" He stopped to think, then shrugged at Abbi. "If you are going to drink, do so responsibly. If you get in trouble, though, don't bother coming to me about it."
With that happy warning out, turned to follow the group down the hall, wiping the cup down with a napkin he snatched in passing.
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Somewhere in all this, Stormy had been attempting to coax Gale into a dance (which was more her trying to get her arm around him again instead of silly chaste things like holding hands). It was also clear that she had managed to sip a little more alcohol, judging by the rosy hue of her cheeks and the grin that was perpetually on her face.
Normally the bugs would have frightened her away; it was way too close after the Sahara incident to kid herself into think she'd be stable enough, not when she still had nightmares and phantom legs crawling around in her throat. But they didn't call it liquid courage for nothing, and when it was obvious Jack was making his way over, well . . . now she had an excuse to throw herself in. That, and seeing Nevada go off with Chel--which only reminded her that they still were sort of avoiding each other--made her want to hit something all the more.
"Hey," she murmured to Gale, leaning in with a mischievous look. "We should show off. Bet squashing bugs would be cathartic after the Sahara." And she wasn't just talking about whatever the guys had found in that room either.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 7:43 pm
"Great," Shiloh grinned, hanging onto Ian a little too readily. Not that it mattered, since Taym seemed preoccupied with other matters, and had gone off in the other direction. Shiloh had gotten off scot-free. He still gripped his bottle of liquid courage in his hand, and he held it up, offering it to Ian. He wanted him to have a good time too, although as Shiloh looked around, the room seemed to be emptying.
Finn just scoffed a laugh at Nevada, shrugging off everything she said to him like water rolling off a ducks back. There was nothing she could say to get to him, not a damn thing, especially as he was barely listening to a word she said. As she left with Chel, he called a dismissal after her in the most cheerful tone of voice he could manage (and also with the most cheesy pirate accent he could muster) "All right ye' one eyed wench, go for a dive in yonder magenta muff! Enjoy yer 'eve!"
Classic Finn.
As for Fini...well Finn didn't really know what to do with her. If she was going to insist on drinking (and probably more aptly making a fool of herself) he felt like he should probably just let her, and not feel sorry for her in the slightest if it resulted in her doing something stupid or regretting something later. Still, when she jumped up on Jack, he nearly choked on the drink he had just swallowed himself, and tossed the cup back towards Abbi while she whined at him, reaching over to grab at her costumes tail and to haul her off before.....
....Nope, too late. Jack had upended the drink all over her. <********.
"Jack you stupid ******** piece of s**t." He growled, having gotten some of the splash back of said drink on his own god damn hoodie. HE REALLY LIKED THIS HOODIE JACK.
"I hope the flies devour you because I wont be there to watch your homo a** this time," He didn't sound nearly as pissed off as he felt, as pissed off as his words alone might have implied, but Jack probably did know him well enough to know that he crossed a line when he messed up his Finn's clothing.
Maybe Jack's three day dress up time needed to start the day after his birthday. Wouldn't that be fun?
Waving off the other man to go and do whatever the hell he wanted to do, Finn glanced at Fini, and at Abbi (who he was now apparently babysitting??).
"Alright fine, who wants another drink? Next rounds on me." Of course, they were free drinks, but it did sound better to say it that way.
He had been vaguely distracted by the commotion from the other side of the room, and now that he saw what exactly that commotion was, Gale felt some of the color in his face drain away. He took a step back, swallowing hard, trying not to think too hard about what was happening and instead reminded himself that Stormy was right here in front of him.
Right here and drunk, no matter what she said. He lifted a hand, pressing the backs of his fingers against her flushed cheeks, which were pink and feverish. "I'm not usually the type to show off, silly," said Gale gently, and he had an arm lightly around her waist, more to keep her steady than anything else. He also wanted to keep her close, in case anything happened.
Still, Jinhai was already summoned, and Gale was a little forced to let go of Stormy, lifting the weapon up and aiming. He peered through the telescopic lens, gritted his teeth, and tried to remember that he was not in the Sahara, that this was not that infernal place.
The explosion of gunfire that followed was almost deafening.
HP: 633 Initial autodamage: 1 Extra: They do increasing DoT. For every roll you make, any roll, the auto damage increases by 1 point. Extra: They are easy to hit, use -5 as your modifier. Extra: Charges cause a sort of splash attack. For successful charges, double the damage. Escape: Roll 1d20, if you roll 15+ you are able to escape. Call for help: Roll 1d10, if you roll 3+ your call is heard.
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Shiloh was leaning close, which Ian normally wouldn't have minded (inwardly a part of him was quite pleased) - but he could still see Shiloh's hesitant face inside of his head, the relief that they were going to keep their relationship a secret for the time being. And Ian had no desire to see the look that would come if he accidentally broke that promise.
Still, he smiled down at him, reaching out to cover Shiloh's hand with his own, dragging the bottle up to his own lips and taking a swallow. "Not sure," he said, with a glance around. "I, ah...think there was something going on..." He waved a hand noncommittally. "Somewhere."
He slanted a look down at the other. "Having fun?"
Sigh. His costume was just not going to survive the night, was it. He was inspecting his shoes to see how long he would attempt to get an extract from the insect before calling it quits when he was briefly deafened.
His birthday just kept getting better and better! Jack poked a finger in his ear and turned a half-lidded stare upon the pair as he summoned his weapon. "Here I was thinking you wouldn't show," he said to Gale before turning to the mass of flies and swinging. "Ace job keeping track of that one."
Jack HP: 39 Damage: 0 (-6 mod because alcohol) Charge: 0/3
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"Don't worry, princess, I am quite positive I am his girl." She purred at Jack, debating on whether biting him would be worth it or not. She wasn't succeeding very well and he kept shoving at her. Because goddamn giant and his long arms and-
... there was a hiss and Fini may or may not have kicked Jack a little harder in the 'leg' area as she jumped back. Cat's don't like water, Jackass!
"You asshooooole!" She hissed up at him, chill going down her spine as the beverage trickled down. Some along her back but a bigger portion scoring down her chest. "I hope the bug crawls up your a** and eats its way to your brain!" Fini grumbled, looking down at her outfit as the giant said a few more things and left.
Thankfully her tail had been snagged so she wasn't able to go off chasing Jack, should she have decided to sink her claws into his face. Or something. She glanced over her shoulder at Finn, who had also had a word or two to say to Jack. The look on her face clearly said she was considering misbehaving a little more.
Except whatever thoughts she'd been having were interrupted by the go ahead for more drinks! She grinned at this for a few seconds, and then frowned (or pouted really). Her last two drinks had wound up dumped down her. Maybe she should skip a round? Instead of answering, she just sulked next to Abbi and began wringing out the parts of her outfit she could and her hair.
"I agree." She finally said, looking at her outfit and wondering if she could safely remove any layers without being... too indecent. Probably not. "No fighting for me. Only partying." To hell with it! Give her another drink! "And I'll take you up on that drink offer." She glanced at Finn.
There was one good thing about being tipsy drunk: it really had a nice effect of dulling her usual fears. For instance, normally she would have cowered within the small room after a barrage of bullets like that; this time she just winced as the noise bounced in her head painfully.
But hey, he did show off~ Go Gale~ She grinned.
Stormy was mildly put off that Jack didn't have the decency to get a different weapon than hers, but no matter; obviously she wielded it better, and obviously he'd be put in his place very fast. "Jack Skellington? Really?" She was not impressed.
Her sword swinging skills weren't impressive either, sadly.
Stormy HP: 49 Damage: 0 (-6 mod because alcohol) Charge: 0/3
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After she'd left Taym on the dance floor, Maebe had found the darkest, most unseen corner she could find, and nursed a drink while trying to kill people with her eyes.
So far, her powers had not yet awakened. But she did not falter.
Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 9:30 pm
Shiloh was having a very hard time recollecting his hesitant face, or even remembering it existed in the first place. He was putting Ian in an uncomfortable position, but then again, Shiloh didn’t typically blame others for his own behavior – anything he got up to tonight would be his own fault. That line of thinking was probably why he was drinking so heavily in the first place.
He watched Ian lift the bottle to his lips, far too many ideas running through Shiloh’s head and not a single one of them good. After Ian finished taking a swig, Shiloh pulled it back down, Ian’s hand and all, and did the same, scrunching his face up a little as the alcohol slid down his throat.
Following Ian’s glance around, Shiloh couldn’t figure out why the party had died either, but the music playing was decidedly creepy, and he wondered vaguely how badly America would kill him if her ‘sound system’ decided to secede from the basement nation. There were shouts coming from somewhere further in the basement. He didn’t see Maebe anywhere either amidst the people left milling about, and he sipped at the bottle again before Ian’s question caught his attention, and he turned back to the man, and nodded. Even though things had gone in a different direction, he was far too tipsy to care.
Then he had an idea, and grinning, leaned up so he could whisper something fun in Ian’s ear. Without waiting for an answer, he had grabbed hold of Ian’s hand, and was on the prowl for the most secluded corner he could find.
He felt fingers on his own and then Shiloh had dragged his hand back, the bottle to his lips, and Ian's eyes flickered over his flushed face, the line of his throat as he swallowed, and decided that this was a very bad idea. He tapped a finger against the neck of the bottle and smiled absently down at Shiloh, wondering whether or not the commotion elsewhere had settled down yet.
Except all thoughts of that fled almost instantly in the next second because Shiloh had just pulled him down to whisper in his ear and any and all resolve Ian had once had immediately crashed and burned. He made no move to stop Shiloh dragging him off, and then they were in a dark, secluded corner and it was just the two of them. Ian wasted no time reaching for Shiloh's hand, plucking the bottle from his fingers and smirking, setting it out of the way.
"You're terrible," he murmured, eyes flashing with amusement, but his arms were already wrapped around Shiloh's waist and he had already very firmly planted his lips on his.
And of course this corner was unoccupied nothing could go wrong, right.
Gale's head snapped to the side, Jack's voice interrupting his thoughts in a most unpleasant manner. The expression on his face shifted from a relatively calm one (in spite of the situation) to a mutinous one, a glower forming rapidly.
"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" he snapped in irritation, and without looking he fired off several more shots in the direction of the insects, his gaze lethal as he stared at Jack.
HP: 621 Initial autodamage: 1 Extra: They do increasing DoT. For every roll you make, any roll, the auto damage increases by 1 point. Extra: They are easy to hit, use -5 as your modifier. Extra: Charges cause a sort of splash attack. For successful charges, double the damage. Escape: Roll 1d20, if you roll 15+ you are able to escape. Call for help: Roll 1d10, if you roll 3+ your call is heard.
"What do you know. Little Lina has a sword of her own~" She threw him a look and he did a poor job of biting back a laugh. Sober, she barely registered on his radar as a threat; drunk, well, a pile of kittens had more risks.
Jack made a small dismissive motion at Gale. "Easy, limey, easy." The drinks had put even more of a casual ease in his attitude, even though his narrowed eyes told a different story. He paused to take a swipe and cut down one of the mutations, Owain burbling at the taste of Fear. The giant did not see fit to stop his partner, instead intrigued by the ensuing clash.
"All I meant was, well . . . From my experience, that one can't be trusted with a drink in hand," he explained with a little shrug. "Friendly piece of advice. Then again, if you let her go to a party alone in the first place, off dancing another guy? I'm guessing alcohol isn't your main concern."
Jack HP: 37 Damage: 5 (-6 mod because alcohol) Charge: 1/3
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HP: 616 Initial autodamage: 1 Extra: They do increasing DoT. For every roll you make, any roll, the auto damage increases by 1 point. Extra: They are easy to hit, use -5 as your modifier. Extra: Charges cause a sort of splash attack. For successful charges, double the damage. Escape: Roll 1d20, if you roll 15+ you are able to escape. Call for help: Roll 1d10, if you roll 3+ your call is heard.
