tampered | Log; Ev's Welcome Back Party x) [ INCOMPLETE... forever, most likely ]

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Log; Ev's Welcome Back Party x) [ INCOMPLETE... forever, most likely ]

When; Today (July 29th)
Rating; Oh lord, you never know what's going to happen.
Characters; Well. The whole city if they want to join in.
Summary; Zack's throwing Ev a Returning To the City Party and, well. There's alcohol?
Note; So yeah, I decided to have one of these up anyways. So here's how it's gonna work. I'm stealing Shahni's idea with putting on the Subject Line who you want to talk to in specific. So, if you're wanting to talk to Zack, you put something like [ ATTN: Zack ] on the subject line. Pretty easy, right?

If you want to talk to just anyone and it's open and free for all, put [ ATTN: All ] on the subject line. Or something on those lines. And yeah, click "reply to this" and not "post a new comment" when you want to talk to someone in specific if the thread asks for you. It'll get confusing otherwise.

So yeah, join in if you want. If not? That's cool too, I just wanted to give the option to those who don't mind doing something random. ♥ And pls to be forgiving my intro post. I just woke up, after all.

Log;

So this whole party thing was pretty cool so far. The Host Club kids came to his place and started setting things up in the morning, and they all seemed like such good sports (and a lot of help, too) and were doing a pretty damn good job with everything so far.

Sure, there were a few... very small accidents here and there, but that was mainly Zack's fault since he didn't know where to put himself half of the time. The couch was his new best friend for the first few hours after that.

But soon things were set up and ready to go all thanks to them, and Zack had taken the liberty to give them all hugs before the flow of people started coming in.

Now while his place wasn't exactly huge, it was big enough to throw a party. And as Zack said once, if things got too crowded there was always the hallway to parade in, especially since it would just gather more attention and Zack, for one, loved attention. Especially if it involved people getting together like this and being able to meet new faces. Thus why it wasn't a small party, like, well, welcome back parties should be.

And things were finally picking up, quicker than he thought, actually. Maybe he should have thought about doing it outside, but did Zack ever take anyone's advice? Oh no. Not at all. But it wasn't overly crowded since he prodded some people outside in the hall where there were plenty things set up there as well.

Zack looked extremely pleased as violet eyes circled around towards the mini crowd he had going in and out, waving and saying loud “hello!”s over people's heads as he either passed out drinks or ran to go talk to random bits of friends here and there.

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"Maybe another curse. Or even better- they were thrown from a plane."

Sands' shoulders hunch up at the sniffing. That was entirely weird and made him feel like a puppy at the same time. He hopes Jan wont take to 'cleaning' him any time soon. He goes back to drinking just in case this happens later.
"No more parties. It's even less fun blind then it was before."

Sands nervous reaction to Jan's nuzzling amuses the vampire, "Don't be such a human." He teases.

Calm enough now to let Sands have some personal space, Jan leaned up against the wall. "You're the first one I know of that came here alive but really fucked-up. Maybe you're right about the plane....what I mean is maybe it's gonna be a trend to have some live people coming in violently."

"Don't be such a bloodsucking weirdo." He teases right back. Only he gets this anal uptight tone when he does it.

"If I was dead could you tell?" Jack seems perfectly alive to the agent and he's starting to worry that he's dead as well. Though what really happened is Sands is just really hard to kill and got lost after his injuries. Lost in a very big way.

"I started a trend, huh? Good. I hope more people come in with parts missing." The tightness around his mouth says he's not joking about this. Although Sands never liked his delicate features and grew up jealous of other men's masculine looks- he was very aware of how pretty he was. Now mutilated he's horribly bitter about the whole thing.

Captain Sparrow makes his way over to Jan and Sands' spot keeping the wall upright, moving in a slightly exaggerated variation of his usual swagger.

"How's the evening been treating you fine gents thus far, eh?"

He sneers, looking almost frightened, as he looks over Sands' suit.
"Nice outfit, Sands... Charming."

"Nice accent, Jack. Very posh." Sands thinks the tux was a great find. It was in the back of his closet. He doesn't realize what color it is but wouldn't care either. Sands thinks he's blending in.
Overdoing the disguises is a pattern with him.

He wants to share the information that people are falling out of planes but then he would have to explain a flying machine to Jack so he keeps it to himself.
"This alcohol has punch in it."
Sands makes a face down at his drink.

Jan looked thoughtly at Sands, "If we were on the Outside I probably could but here...." Started to do a helpless shrug but realized Sands wouldn't see it. Was going to have to make it a habit to remember that Sands wasn't looking at him but facing the direction the his voice was coming from.

"I dunno, here in the City I only know if the person knows and tells. I know I died and then came here." Jan stuck a hand inside a jacket pocket to fish-out his cigarettes, "City's doing cause it wants people to figure-out that on their own and don't ask me how I know that shit I just do."

Took a cigarette out of the pack, then nudged Sands holding the pack near his nose so he could smell the tobacco, "Want one?" He said around the cigarette clenched in his teeth.

With his free hand, Jan got out his lighter. Flicking the flame into existance he watched it for a second before lighting-up. After how he died, Jan couldn't help being a little surprised he hadn't gotten a fire phobia.

He was also surprise he hadn't suffered a nervous breakdown (yet) either. Unlike the Outside, Jan didn't have his usual distractions or brother to help him out when he had trouble keeping the empathy under control. The City already caused him to suffer a few mind-fucks hence the need for the laudanum. The flask of it in his hip pocket was a back-up in case shielding efforts failed.

Taking a slow drag off the cigarette, he sensed the shift of Sands mood. The feel of it was so strong Jan could almost hear the other man's thoughts. Unlike with many of the others, the vampire didn't try to 'shut-out' the negative emotions he was feeling from this one nor was he getting overwhelmed by them.

Shifted a bit so he was back in, but not invading like earlier, the other man's personal space. Jan purred to reassure him, keeping the volume low so no one other than Sands would hear it.

"Fuck this city." Sands really hates it here. He also really hated Mexico. And Florida. Sands pretty much hates everywhere. But especially this city.

Having no idea Jan is an empath, Sands mouth goes up in a small smile when the vampire purrs because he knows it's supposed to make him feel better. But it doesn't. He doesn't like the noise coming from such a large body and he doesn't like to be reminded his caregiver is so utterly not human. Sands is insane. And a very large part of that insanity is a fevered belief that Jan and anything like Jan needs to be wiped off the face of his world. Liking Jan doesn't make a difference when it comes to that. In fact because he likes him so much Sands plans to kill Jan last. You know- out of friendship and thanks for taking care of him.
The agent is off his nut.

This whole city will crumble to it's fucking knees if he had his way.

Unbothered by what he's 'reading', Jan reached-up and gave Sands shoulder a friendly squeeze. "You want a cig or not you crabby asshole?"

Sparrow's appearance makes for a welcomed change of mood, Now it's fuckin party time!!

Oh right, cancer. He'll have some of that.
Sands takes one of the cigarettes and waits for a light. He got used to the full service treatment really fast.

"You and Jack figure-out yet if you're really related or it's just some fuckin cosmic joke?" Jan asked more to lighten Sands dark mood than curiosity.

The lighter decided to be difficult. Jan cursed, the magical power of "Shit!!" brought forth the flame. "I dunno how I would react to seeing somebody lookin like me."

"He could very well be my great great great great etc Grandfather. But since people say the resemblance is less oddly close and more 'holey fuck, Batman, you guys are twins' I'd say cosmic joke."

Sands inhales deeply. Jan's cigarettes are better then his stale Marbs.
"Me either actually."

"Now that I'm thinkin about it, seeing another me would freak the fuck out of me. There's this one guy who's got a kid version of himself here."

Jan took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled the smoke thru his fangs. Watched the pirate be a social butterfly, circling around the room, before coming back at some point to rejoin his vampiric and blind CIA agent friends. "Unless Jack went into details, you don't know what the fuck I look like except I'm tall and thin with fangs."

Women and their assets are very distracting. Between breasts and shiny objects, it's very hard to keep Jack's attention in a crowd.
When he does wander back, he claps a hand down on Jan's shoulder (only slightly annoyed that he has to reach up to do it)
"I haven' said a thing as to what you look like, mate. I thought I'd let that lovely, musical voice of yours convey it all."

Now they have a happy little chain of personal space invading.
"Given your friendly proximity and the festive nature of the evening, I feel I must ask your intentions with my brother before this goes on much longer, Jan. The lad is young and impressionable."
Good lord, that was hard to say without laughing.

"That wouldn't be something I'd wanna face up to every morning. Seeing my younger self. Doing my younger self things..."
Sheldon was not a kind child in any way. Jan would probably have to kill him after he tortured enough house hold pets.

"I was going to ask eventually. Just never came up. Would you like to describe yourself or should I have Jack do it? His would be far more entertaining."

"They both got attitudes and already got into it tradin insults. Was a mind-fuck readin their posts. My worry about seeing another me is cause I'm not easily copied in the looks department, really unique lookin....be wonderin who the fuck the real me was."

The thought played havoc in his mind. In a place like this it was very possible such a thing could happen to him.

The pirate's reappearance and friendly joking got the vampire's mind off that worry. "Shit Jack you're on to me!! I was gonna get Sands wasted and then tattooed with my name across his chest." He laughed.

Playfully elbowed Sands in the ribs, "Yeah I wanna hear Jack describe me too!!" He gave the pirate a friendly fanged smile, "Go ahead dude, do it."

Getting Sands tattooed while he slept? This is not only funny as a concept in and of itself, but Jack can imagine the outcome of such an attempt and that has him laughing.

Ah, but now it's up to the pirate to spin a colourful description. He looks Jan over, as though he hadn't seen him plenty before. "Jan? Ah, well...our good friend vampire is a tall bugger. Stands nearly a full head taller than either of us, with quite the dark complexion... Jan, mate, where are you from? No matter..." Jack waves it off so he can keep talking instead. "He's got all of.." Pauses to count. "...seven gold rings pierced through his face -all very becoming, of course- and bizarre gold eyes to match. The rings in your lip, Jan, don't they catch on those pointy, fangy teeth? I would think..." He pulls his own lip up to run a finger along a canine and the spot where his lower lip rubs against it.
"Mm..Where was I? Yes.. Black hair that's gone a bit shaggy but isn't altogether long. More like he's missed his last six or eight calls for a trim. Always has this lovely little stocking cap on... Gold eye stitched in the center front. Reference to the third eye, is it, Jan? All knowing all seeing and that sort of thing? The white gloves have always seemed a bit over dressed to me, I've no explanation for that. Unless ... Jan, mate, you weren't a butler or attendant were you? Don't seem the sort.."

Jan scowled, "It's out of habit when I'm in my 'work clothes'." He gestured at the dark blue track suit he was wearing, "Wasn't wearin them that day you asked for help cause I was in jeans and a tshirt, remember?"

The defense reaction, while mild, was still an uncalled for snap at the pirate. Feeling sheepish Jan slumped against the wall, taking off his hat. The bangs kept shoved-up inside it fell into his eyes. "Sorry, the servant bit brought-up some shitty memories....wouldn't have normaly bothered me hearin something like that but the City and it's mind-fucks have made me kinda of edgy."

Ran a hand thru his hair, unconciously ruffling it up into it's usual spikey appearance when sans hat. Eyes rolled over briefly at the window that was the real cause of tonight's nerves acting-up. Started to reach for the flask of laudanum, but thought better of it. Suppose to be used as a last resort not for every little nervous twitch.

Anyway, there was free booze of all sorts being offered, be rude to the hosts to pass that up. Sands earlier grumble about not liking his drink had to be rememdied too.

"You guys want something to drink and do you trust me pickin it out?" He asked with a chuckle.

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