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ataraxionlogs2015-02-11 05:40 pm
dogbane) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-02-11 05:40 pm
party log for Heather & Netherlands' 'marriage' | SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS (open)
CHARACTERS: Everybody except malicious partykilling people unless you're a sneaky malicious partykiller
LOCATION: The Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Drunken revelry, mention of drug use, considerable foul language. Any further R-ratings and NSFW to be marked in subject headers and handled with appropriate IC logistics (there are kids ok)
SUMMARY: William is all like HEATHER WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT MARRIED?/slash!1eleven
NOTES: Actually the set has slight NSFW content just so you're aware.
William makes the announcement after everything is about ready, the day after the Jump. His voice crashes across the network: "Party in the Garden. Get your fucking gonads out, Ned and Heather got practically married."
And there you have it. You may have been to parties in the Garden, and this isn't so different.
The DJ(s), Marty and possibly Darcy Lewis, appear to initially have a penchant for 90's music but Spunes helps; the soundsystem appears to be rigged out of what was a neurological testing system from Medical Bay by a very capable and possibly quite put upon Chief of Engineering Officer, Raven Reyes, who makes bangin' gear as well as tasty eggs for your hangover later (go make your own eggs). There's a Roomba carrying a messy but effective technicolor mass of strobe lights, giving you no excuse to accidentally step on it. Arrayed into a hexagon, several tables are festooned with stuff.
Alcoholic stuff especially, a miniature castle of bottles in sundry shapes and diverse contents arrayed nearby. A couple gurneys pushed off on the side indicate how William single-handedly transported so much alcohol in such a compressed timeframe; they're good for more than bodies.
With regard to solid food, refrigerators on multiple floors were pillaged, and one Professor Snape possibly appealed to dramatically for his cooking expertise; other cooperative efforts from early-comers who took pity and decided to help out with a couple quick dishes. The usual assortment of carb-heavy desserts and sweets, fruit, and some creepy cloned meats you may or may not want to actually try idk don't blame me if it goes wrong are haphazardly plated amid a hallucinatory dervish of flowers. There wasn't time for a color scheme so there is every color. But an awful lot of orange, notably.
Free hugs from the well-dressed panda over on the quiet end of the little glade. Yes literally a panda.
The happy couple are somewhere also. Maybe not that happy, hard to say, unless you're an expert in Ned's indecipherable face. (There's probably also a bong involved in this vicinity, I'd ask if I were interested.)
BUT CHIEF AMong the crowning spectacles, there is are two giant chocolate cakes. It is extremely obvious that they had previously formed one even larger cake, but at some point between William's initial manic bustle and the present time, he remembered there will probably be at least one (small, Japanese, already sufficiently traumatized) child present. Ergo, he divided it into two. Presently, one looks like a big brown heart; the other looks like a tower with an onion dome. If this is hard to picture just imagine that the original was a giant penis and then William chopped off the nuts. It's not symbolic of anything related to marriage. Please eat cake.
The Chief Medical Officer is around and under the influence of something or other that makes his pupils different sizes in each eye and elevates his mood into something that's either pathologically manic or merely highlights that he isn't at his most joyous, day-to-day. Ned and Heather are probably avoiding speeches, so you should totally make one (or five) on their behalf!
LOCATION: The Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Drunken revelry, mention of drug use, considerable foul language. Any further R-ratings and NSFW to be marked in subject headers and handled with appropriate IC logistics (there are kids ok)
SUMMARY: William is all like HEATHER WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT MARRIED?/slash!1eleven
NOTES: Actually the set has slight NSFW content just so you're aware.
William makes the announcement after everything is about ready, the day after the Jump. His voice crashes across the network: "Party in the Garden. Get your fucking gonads out, Ned and Heather got practically married."
And there you have it. You may have been to parties in the Garden, and this isn't so different.
The DJ(s), Marty and possibly Darcy Lewis, appear to initially have a penchant for 90's music but Spunes helps; the soundsystem appears to be rigged out of what was a neurological testing system from Medical Bay by a very capable and possibly quite put upon Chief of Engineering Officer, Raven Reyes, who makes bangin' gear as well as tasty eggs for your hangover later (go make your own eggs). There's a Roomba carrying a messy but effective technicolor mass of strobe lights, giving you no excuse to accidentally step on it. Arrayed into a hexagon, several tables are festooned with stuff.
Alcoholic stuff especially, a miniature castle of bottles in sundry shapes and diverse contents arrayed nearby. A couple gurneys pushed off on the side indicate how William single-handedly transported so much alcohol in such a compressed timeframe; they're good for more than bodies.
With regard to solid food, refrigerators on multiple floors were pillaged, and one Professor Snape possibly appealed to dramatically for his cooking expertise; other cooperative efforts from early-comers who took pity and decided to help out with a couple quick dishes. The usual assortment of carb-heavy desserts and sweets, fruit, and some creepy cloned meats you may or may not want to actually try idk don't blame me if it goes wrong are haphazardly plated amid a hallucinatory dervish of flowers. There wasn't time for a color scheme so there is every color. But an awful lot of orange, notably.
Free hugs from the well-dressed panda over on the quiet end of the little glade. Yes literally a panda.
The happy couple are somewhere also. Maybe not that happy, hard to say, unless you're an expert in Ned's indecipherable face. (There's probably also a bong involved in this vicinity, I'd ask if I were interested.)
BUT CHIEF AMong the crowning spectacles, there is are two giant chocolate cakes. It is extremely obvious that they had previously formed one even larger cake, but at some point between William's initial manic bustle and the present time, he remembered there will probably be at least one (small, Japanese, already sufficiently traumatized) child present. Ergo, he divided it into two. Presently, one looks like a big brown heart; the other looks like a tower with an onion dome. If this is hard to picture just imagine that the original was a giant penis and then William chopped off the nuts. It's not symbolic of anything related to marriage. Please eat cake.
The Chief Medical Officer is around and under the influence of something or other that makes his pupils different sizes in each eye and elevates his mood into something that's either pathologically manic or merely highlights that he isn't at his most joyous, day-to-day. Ned and Heather are probably avoiding speeches, so you should totally make one (or five) on their behalf!
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[Not disagreeing there, but.]
Got dinner, right.
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[Spoken like a child who's had sweets for dinner, m'kay.]
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No it's not...
[Spoken like he's gently correcting a math problem Takeshi got wrong.]
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But — I ate stuff like this lots of times! Mom and her boyfriend had stuff like this in the fridge.
If I get hungry I just asked if I can have it.
[He hesitates, suddenly aware he's thinking back on that particular time in his life.
Huh.]
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They sucked.
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What's that mean? Like octopus legs?
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Don't like them.
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[He ducks his head, looking a little embarrassed.]
I don't like my mom's boyfriend either.
[His mom, on the other hand — left out of his agreement. He's not sure he doesn't like her. She never actually hit him or anything... and he didn't help him a lot... and she always slept... but she was still his mom. She was — not like Shuichi.]
I like you more.
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Not a... [He's about to finish that phrase up with "good guy" when Takeshi continues - and rather than flip the hell out, he flashes over a skewed smile that's all canines before it settles into something low and pleased. Reaches out to brush fingers through Takeshi's hair rather than ruffle.]
Like you too, kiddo.
[Said a little sing-song and a lot fond.]