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☆ BONFIRE NIGHT PARTY ★ OTA!

When: Bonfire Night, November 5th.
Rating: Crazy kids mean this will be updated as needed.
Characters: EVERYONE \8U/
Summary: MCKIRK APARTMENT PARTY ahhhh. Please comment under the corresponding header for wherever your character is so we have a loose system! Assume the party's in full-swing when you arrive and handwave however you heard about it, the surprise all-day-long darkness mean the evening's activities just went into overdrive. Notifs are off, threadjack to your heart's content but remember to heed the post-it's in the bathroom: if you throw up, you're on clean up!

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[ for the cool kidsss / alcohol central ]

[ DANCING QUEEN FEEL THE BEAT OF THE TAMBOURIIIINE / mingling ]

[ pls don't fall off the edge okok ]

[ god damn it this isn't that big ]

[ haha why do two guys have one bedroom how about get out / off limits!! ~~as if that will stop anyone~~ ]

[ because holy shit there are too many people to fit into the apartment ]

[ it's boring but has a sturdy desk so i'm just sayin ]

[Uhura's the coolest of the cool kids, okay? And it's not because she's walking into the place with six whole pizzas, three in her hands and the other three in the hands of some random guy she bestowed the important responsibility of pizza wrangling on. There's a random variety of toppings, though one box has SPOCK written on it in thick black marker. That one is half cheese and half vegetable and if anybody even so much as looks at it, they are going to bear the brunt of Nyota's wrath.

On the other hand though, this means the others are free for the taking, and the universal signal of serve yourself is laid out when she begins flipping the boxes open one after the other.]

Edited 2013-11-05 23:15 (UTC)

[As promised, Ginny Weasley and the brilliant wands at work at WWW (her...self.... and Remus, most likely) have put together a spectacular, custom-made Deflagration Deluxe for the event. Catherine wheels, dragons made of fireworks that breathe more fireworks, sparklers that let you write in the air, rockets with trails of colourful stars (silver, gold, all in between!), firecrackers, and a special set that bring the Enterprise to life in the dark sky, like a fleet of starships have decided to salute the party.

The young witch herself may be up on the rooftop observing her work, making sure nothing explodes that shouldn't, and simply just taking the time to enjoy the evening.]

[ SOME BEAUTIFUL SOUL BROUGHT A DINGY and it's just too bad that Jim had commandeered it to scrawl USS ENTERPRISE BITCHES on the side in permanent marker, their loss. He can be found sprawled on his noble starship between the couch and armchairs, legs spread to accommodate the fact he's mixing appletini drinks on deck.

You better ask permission before coming onto this bridge, it's only a couple of feet across. ]

What's Spock eating? Can I have some of what he's got?

[ Nosing his way over with his Inner Pizza Radar going off (one whiff is all it takes!), Jim appears like magic at her side and while he ponders whether it's worth stealing his First Officer's meal, another box is raided. OHMNOMNOM. Maybe he should close his mouth. ]

[There's no way, after the Boneys and the cannibals and all the other bullshit the City put the through, that Angela isn't about to show up tonight. She needs this party. In her mind, she'll pretend it's the birthday party she couldn't pull off this year, only no one else knows about it, but that's okay. As long as she thinks it, it shall be.

Also there's no way anybody should leave her alone around the booze because the first thing she's doing is playing bartender, mixing a drink here and a drink there for herself at first, but then snatching up a plastic juice pitcher from the boys' dishrack and then pouring in a couple (or five) liquors and some juice and coming up with a cocktail that means the taxicabs will be making a ton of cash in drunken fares tonight.

She will not be responsible for cleaning up drunk puke, by the way. Guests don't clean after sharing the joy.]

[If she didn't know Jim for years by now, she would have been startled enough to jump a bit. Instead, she rolls her eyes at him asking for one thing and digging into another. Typical Kirk.]

I bought him his own pizza. And no, because there's five other ones and more coming on the way. Eat those instead.

[One question: how far is his Inner Pizza Radar from his Hello Something I Can Tap Radar?]

[God bless that beautiful soul. Bless them so hard. May they live long or at least until the party is over so Angela can kiss them. In the meantime, she's making her way over to the inflatable boat in the apartment and plops down across from Jim, snagging one of his drinks.

Welcome your stowaway, Jim.]

Oh, Captain! My captain!

[Your clearly inebriated stowaway.]

Oh. My. God. It's the ship.

[It's not what Uhura expected to see. She truly expected the normal type of fireworks, a few sparklers, maybe a Bottle Rocket even. An entire display in the shape of the Enterprise? It has her eyes and mouth wide open.]

[ What a pretty stowaway she is! He wraps an arm around her waist and tugs Angela in, as much for her own support as his because the boat's filled with air and has bottles in it for frick's sake. HE'LL PROTECT HER. ]

When you put it like that how am I supposed to be angry you're stealing my drinks, ensign?

[ Yeah, girl, you've been promoted. ]

[Ginny appears, seemingly out of thin air (which, really, could be more than a metaphor at this point), and an empty glass in hand with a straw between her lips.]

Do I have to salute or something? Because I had to learn how to curtsy for some other friends and that was a chore.

Edited 2013-11-06 00:13 (UTC)

[Ginny turns to see Uhura, grinning a little at the expression on her face, rather pleased about it all.]

Jim drew it for me. I had to try.

[Well of course Lydia's in the VIP Zone, ie the kitchen. Presumably as promised, Kirk has bought her a bevy of exotic alcohols with which Lydia can get her experimental chemist action on. Once she spots someone approaching, she turns and offers her first experiment of the night: it's pink and sweet, a mix of blood orange liqueur, peach schnapps, and lemon lime soda garnished with a few maraschino cherries.]

Care to give it a try?

I brought something out for you to try!

[Lydia's been concocting delightful drinks in the kitchen, and she's brought one of her experiments out for Uhura. It's in a mug; apparently a hot drink and smells richly of chocolate and butterscotch.]

[This is the third party he's been to in as many weeks. He's really starting to question what's gotten into him lately. Of course, that didn't stop him from showing up, nor did it stop him from bringing a rather impressive haul of alcohol -- taken from the casino, of course; what good is having your own business if you can't steal alcohol from it? -- and spending time in the kitchen mixing drinks. That's a lot easier than partying, and it has the added benefit of giving him the chance to talk to everyone who wants something to drink.

At least he's a decent bartender and a decent conversationalist. Anyone who comes into the kitchen will immediately be offered a drink. And they're strong drinks. Watch out.]

[Well, it's practically a requirement that he talks to the other people in the kitchen who're messing around with the alcohol, isn't it? And she seems to have put quite a bit of liquor in that one she's mixing in the juice pitcher. He raises an eyebrow, halfway between horrified and impressed.]

You planning on telling everyone how strong that is, or letting them find out for themselves?

[After the insanity that was the last month, Anya could really use a chance to relax and not worry about zombies or cannibals or whatever else the City is throwing.

Plus, she's never been to a party before. Or at least not one she can remember, anyway.
Add in the chance for drinks and food, and she's in. She doesn't really know that many people, though, so...hanging out in the kitchen, it is!]

Oh, thank God, somebody I know.

[She's just been...awkwardly hanging out. Nursing a drink. Typical awkward party behavior. Though seeing Meyer makes her relax a bit, and she grins]

Funny, that's what I was about to say the second I saw you.

[He's mixing together some sort of concoction that seems to involve at least three bottles of liquor.]

What're you drinking? You want to try something else?

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☆ BONFIRE NIGHT PARTY ★ OTA!

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LOUNGE

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BATHROOM

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