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

[wreakings]

[ For what it's worth: Alex isn't going to drink more than this one glass anyway. Alcohol comes with a loss of control and he really can't affort that. So his gaze on the Zippo is a little envious. ]

Whatever. [ Cigarettes don't come with a loss of control which makes them much more suited to Alex. He's been in prison, and solitary confinement or not, it's not going to be his first smoke.

And because he's got some manners: ] Thanks.

[violenthearted]

[Erik lifts one shoulder in lieu of 'you're welcome'; for all that he's operating under this cloud of low-grade fury nearly-constantly, he's much easier with his body than Alex. He can snap into readiness and tension at a moment's glance if he needs to, that's the thing. The contrast isn't one he remarks on - why would he - but he's still aware of it.]

It's not the health hazard that bothers me. It's the manipulation in advertising. [One of those shark smiles.] I don't like being lied to.

[But he hasn't quit yet, although he will. For now he just let smoke drift around his head and contemplates the lay of the city below them, one arm loose across his chest.]

[wreakings]

[ Alex doesn't really let go — when he does, bad things tend to happen. Sure, it takes some effort to discharge the energy and he isn't constantly thinking about it, but there's a reason he preferred solitary confinement back in prison and it's not because all the inmates were assholes.

Well, not only. ] Who does?

[ A shrug, and he snages the Zippo out of the air (provided, of course, that Erik will let him). ]

[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. ]

[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. ]