Something's wrong when you regret

[unwheeled]

When; Saturday 16 Feb, evening

Rating; PG? Maybe PG13 for language

Characters; Charles has invited the following:

• Luke
• David Allard
• Astrid Allard
• Tommy Shepherd
• Billy Kaplan
• Darwin
• Alex Summers
• Jocelyn Lassiter
• Bobby Lassiter
• Ginny Weasley

By virtue of living on the Floor of Mutants in this building, Raven Xavier and Sean Cassidy are expected to be there. Or wrangled into the cooking/cleaning crew, however one wants to take it.

Including Charles (the octomom-host) and Erik (the disgruntled bitchy head shark-chef) that brings the total guest list to 14.

Obviously if a guest brings another guest Charles won't make a fuss. This is all his fault, anyway.

Summary; MUTANT/MAGIC DINNER GATHERING (in Erik's one-bedroom apartment, whoops) Human to powered ratio? 3:11

Log; Charles managed to clear out the entire produce section of the first store he went to. Not to mention gaping holes in quite a few shelves (barring the freezer section, though Charles does stand there and stare at ingredient lists in building horror for a while). Naturally he somehow also manages to convince the store to loan him their delivery truck, as he proceeds to greatly diminish the shelves of at least one of the first store's competitors.

Hopefully there's someone around to help Charles bring all this food up. Hopefully they don't mind having their picture taken with the small camera Charles pulls out of his pocket, because that will happen if they mind or not. 

Charles' kitchen, seeing as how it's merely an extension of Erik's at this point, is definitely expected to be used in the cooking preparation - probably by Sean as Charles has been forbidden to assist (no one has TIME to throw a cookbook at his head is what this boils down to, and there aren't enough fire extinguishers around to cope with what may happen if he's rushed otherwise). The bulk of the dinner party will be occurring in Erik's apartment, where the bedroom door is welded shut without a visible seam. Charles' apartment door is open, though by the time things are underway there is a distinct lack of furniture - apparently it all migrated next door.

Barring Sean's apartment, all the other doors on the floor are open with keys in the lock with yellow, blue, or magenta tags labeling the apartment number. No one else lives on this particular level of this particular apartment building, imagine that? Not a single neighbor in sight, how useful.

Charles will say hello to each and every one of you and be the consummate host. Contrary to how it may seem, he's never actually THROWN a party before. Add that to the knowledge that six of the invited attendees won't be around come Monday and Charles will know it the moment they leave, he really wants this to go well. 

Eight mutants. One witch. One god. One Astrid. The Lassiters and David as the partridge in the pear tree only humans on the entire floor.

What about this party could possibly NOT be amazing?



[ooc: HERE THERE BE NO TAGGING ORDER. Just go for it, whatever it happens to be, and have fun! For reference: Erik's apartment is full of metal, complete with a very modern kitchen (though some of the seating and small tables have been liberated from Charles' apartment, and this is very clear.) However in case you were worried your character would be alighting on only metal seating do not fear! There is a low, long black couch that is more than comfortable.

The kitchen and dining room area are connected by large archways, collectively acting as one large room. The bathroom and bedroom have actual doorways - the latter of which is practically impassible as Erik has sealed the door.]

Comments

[evolv]

[Not in his book. To him it's just some information he didn't ask for; typical kid.]

Then it's a good thing we've got you. [He reaches out and ruffles her hair.

[meansfree]

[Astrid nods along with the names, sipping her punch. Don't worry about her, she has quite the tolerance.]

Quite a crowd you've gathered. And did you know everyone here before inviting them to your home? Or are you just that friendly?

[fiveagainstradley]

"Oh, that's a great idea!" David beams. "We shall have to learn how to cook more than just a jelly before then. Maybe I'll take lessons!"

[infernoandhearth]

"I've cooked before," Luke says, helpfully. "I could teach you something, probably."

[horseish]

Stop it!

[Why is everyone messing with her hair today? Jocelyn spent ages on it. She is giggling as he swats his hands off, though.]

[wreakings]

[ This place isn't so bad, maybe. ] Yeah, but the prof would frown because we're ruining his dinner party

lol hey guess what when i sat down to do tags i lost my mind SORRY ABOUT THIS LENGTH O_O

[violenthearted]

The occasional inhabitant (or visitor, in this case; there seemed to be markedly more of those) with an opinion or eye to the future haven't escaped Erik's notice. By and large, though, they've chosen to speak to Charles, which ...only makes sense. Charles is much more capable of holding pleasant conversation and asking soothing, interested questions. Erik's view of the future is much more a) inevitable and b) grim. (Well. Usually b. Depending on the day. Either way it is always inevitable.)

So he hasn't questioned the appearance and deep interest of the twins; he has marveled (openly, but quietly) at Tommy's abilities--and all right, the showing off definitely made him laugh at least once. He's new enough to mutants and their mutations that these things are a pleasure to watch for their own sake, and he appreciates the joy Tommy seems to have in his. Actually, if he's asked a single question that isn't directly related to velocity or distance or some other variable it's been that: what does Tommy call himself? (He likes the answer. And no one was surprised. Speed. It's fitting. But then he'd have liked Quicksilver as a name too, even though statistics show that no iteration of Erik and Pietro will ever, ever get along for more than ten minutes at a time.)

All of this means that at Tommy's approach, he's a sliver or so less wary than he might have been, even if all the hallmarks of guardedness still run the length of his spine and crossed arms. "You weren't exaggerating," he returns mildly enough, of exactly how much the assembled gallery was able to eat. There is half a laugh in his voice, perhaps regarding the sheer impressive volume of food carnage.

Erik's manners are what they are; he can turn them out when he wants to, but he's never been able to say 'you're welcome' without feeling clunky and graceless. "Was your attendance everything you hoped it would be?"

There. Sardonic humor, that he can do.

[violenthearted]

No one is judging you for your baked goods, Ms. Weasley.

[ There are the eyebrows again. He likes her, which is--well, he pushes people he likes off of satellites. ]

I don't know, would you consider the invasion of one's home a special occasion?

[violenthearted]

[ From a teachable standpoint Erik and Alex have perhaps the opposite problem, but then again: although Erik's rage may look like the bombast of emotion that it...is, beyond that every other feeling stays locked up. So he never really lets go either. Not because bad things happen, but because as far as he's concerned nothing happens, nothing but a display of vulnerability. Of late he's had his mind forcibly changed on this subject, and it's been--unsettling. To understate. ]

The majority of the populace allows it regardless.

[ He does, eyeing the little metal square where it's come to rest in Alex's hands. Having another person touch metal into which he's put his power still presents a sensation that is colorlessly odd; it's not new, but considering to this point he's really only used it for death--well. That's new. ]

[violenthearted]

What would Miss Lassiter like to see?

[ Like he could do literally anything. It's not quite the case, but why admit that? ]

we'll paint all the deer a lovely shade of teal

[team_sociopath]

Of everyone in the room, Tommy's possibly the least likely to want to talk to Xavier. Charles. Whatever you want to call him, though just about anything's bound to be awkward given his present state of being barely any older than Tommy is and a wheelchair and razor away from familiarity. It's not personal, and actually-- surprisingly-- they'd gotten along rather well in the City, last time. The fact that Xavier doesn't remember that doesn't bother him in the least; it might be for the best, since it means he doesn't know about the twins' family situation. (Which is exactly why Tommy is trying to avoid him. His favored tactic of loudly thinking BLAH BLAH BLAH is surprisingly wearing. And besides, Erik is far more interesting for obvious reasons.)

With typical teenage eloquence, he shrugs. "Pretty much," he answers simply. It's not evasive. Aside from the fact that Erik-- and it's just as awkward calling him by his first name-- doesn't know, Tommy's doesn't have a lot of expectations when it comes to family. He's not as accustomed to the idea as most people are; between the lukewarm-at-best affection of his biological family, and the newness of any sort of relationship with his... well, his real family, as he's come to think of it... he doesn't really know what to expect.

So this about measures up.

"I'm not really, like, a party person, but it's all right I guess."

(When you correct for teenage apathy, that's probably high praise.)

He leans against the wall, slouching a bit less than he usually might. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious; less than he might have been when he lived in the City, before he'd met his grandfather in any capacity, but it's an interesting opportunity. A weird one, but he'll take it.

Xavier-- before, when he knew who they were-- had said he could see the resemblance. Tommy's trying to decide if he can, glancing now and then from the corner of his eye, unconsciously echoing the crossed arms as he watches the room.

[horseish]

Can you make things disappear?

[hexuality]

[And she hexes people's bogies to fly out of their nostrils. We all express fondness in different ways.]

You could've said no, you know.

[hexuality]

[Genuinely interested - ]

What can you do, if you don't mind me asking?

[hexuality]

[Then raises her brows, eyes twinkling.]

What?

[wreakings]

What are you looking at?

[hexuality]

[He's cute, she's allowed to look.]

I'm trying to suss out how to get you in a better mood.

[wreakings]

[ He's not cute. ]

I'm not in a bad mood.

[wreakings]

[ Zippo in hand, Alex lights up the cigarette and for a moment doesn't reply, hardly even moves. He likes the feeling of smoke filling his lungs, though he couldn't say what it is specifically about it that he likes. Maybe that letting it out slowly after feels like some measure of control. ]

Because it's easier. [ A shrug. Maybe it's cynical but really: people - as opposed to individuals - want to take the easy way, the path of least resistance. They don't want to fight large corporations and figure out what's lie and what's truth when believing the lie is so much more comfortable. ]