END OF THE WORLD PARTY

[orator]

End of the World Party

4 Days Until the Horde

Everyone in the Quad is deep in preparations for the massive horde coming from Danforth when word goes out from Whitney Field Depot: you're all invited to the Lobby tonight for one last(??) big shindig before we all die(??)!

At 7 PM, the theater troupe presents a one-hour episode of Supernatural, which any true fans will soon realize is Tegan's AO3 fanfic and not an actual episode. Brothers Sam and Dean Winchester (Evening O'Leary and Bo Bloodgood) team up with the angel Castiel (Odyssey) to investigate a series of ritualistic murders meant to kickstart the apocalypse. After Sam is captured by Lucifer (Blythe Ferry), Dean and Castiel must work alone together and discover that the murders are the work of John Winchester (Edgar de Leon), now evil and resurrected by demons. Featuring: Sexual tension! Casual blasphemy! Daddy issues!

From there, everyone's invited to return to the Lobby to drink, relax, make new friends and plan for the horde if you absolutely must do that.

Guidelines

⚾ Tonight's Theme: The apocalypse!! Again!!!

⚾ Hot Weapons: Firearms, ammo and explosives must be checked in at the gate and will be returned to you when you leave. Cold weapons (blades, bludgeons, crossbows) are fine to take inside.

⚾ Drinks: One free drink per hour, whether that's mystery punch (moonshine, water and whatever mixture of powdered drink flavors they have on hand, which today is blue-green in color) or non-alcoholic punch. Water is available any time. Other drinks are on the menu but must be traded for.

⚾ Cannabis: No free samples tonight, but it's in stock at the trading post.

⚾ Overnight: Four (4) beds are open in the guest quarters in the sublevel, going to whoever claims them first, and the rest can camp in the outfield. There are enough sleeping bags to accommodate everyone, but only six (6) small tents. Up to you where your character ends up tonight!

Locations

ARRIVALS

Check in if your character attending! Are they in a partying mood or here against their will? Dressed like it's 1999 or just wearing whatever they had on hand? How do they feel about the approaching horde?

THE LOBBY

The bar serves alcohol and water, and a few other options if you've got merit or items to trade. The trading post is open if you need to stock up on essentials. A table is set up with snacks, including a big charcuterie board with bread, cheese, dried fruit and meats, and honey.

THE REC ROOM

Formerly the gift shop, now stocked with books and board games, and tables and chairs. There's also a pool table and a foosball table!

THE OUTFIELD

Step outside for some fresh air or a bit of quiet. The community garden is a nice place for a walk.

✨ THEATER

The stage is a cobbled together collection of wooden pallets in the parking lot, plus portable stairs that seem very rickety whenever an actor jumps on it. What did you think of the show?

MONARCH OF THE APOCALYPSE

If the one drink per hour limit isn't doing for you, you're invited to join the drinking contest. Whoever's still standing at the end gets 3 merits and a tiara!

END OF THE NIGHT

Last call is at 2 AM. Are you headed back to your community, or staying overnight at Whitney?

OOC CHATTER

Questions, comments, requests for scenes?

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THE REC ROOM

[orator]

THE REC ROOM: Old Men at the End of the World (Blythe & Niko)

[soliloquacious]

Even in his bad boy leather jacket, it doesn't take long for Blythe the Warm Weather Boy to seek out shelter from the setting sun. Don't you folks know it's November?? That's one of the cold months!!

He slips into the Rec Room while most of his compatriots are still throwing back drinks and finds a worn old chair in a back corner. It's quieter in here. Almost doesn't feel like a party or the end of the world, which might be an oversight on the theme. But it's nice to find a quiet place where no one's in the corner, whispering about the horde and how they're all going to die if they don't play this exactly right and it still seems like there's a lot of folks that will be in danger no matter the decision and—oh hey, look at that, he's thinking about it again.

With a deep breath, Blythe grabs the first book his fingers land on and pulls it out of the shelf. Animorphs. This will be great!! Seems like exactly his speed. He opens it up to the first page and then just stares at the words, uncomprehending.

Yeah, going great.

THE REC ROOM: Old Men at the End of the World (Blythe & Niko)

[trustmeimadoctor]

Tired of telling people to drink water and absolutely not worrying at all about his daughter or the zombie horde 10,000 strong(!!!), Niko ducks inside the Rec Room to hopefully settle his nerves and get a break from the drunken crowds.

He's hiding in a corner, catching up on Lonesome Dove when he spots a ✨bad boy✨ in the opposite corner. Ohohoho, what luck!

"Someone's looking devilishly handsome this evening!" Niko greets him, sidling up and doing his best to lean like a Cool Guy against the nearest wall. His hand slips and he nearly falls face-first into the wall instead.

THE REC ROOM: Old Men at the End of the World (Blythe & Niko)

[soliloquacious]

"Oh!!" Blythe lets out a yelp and instinctively leaps forward to save Niko from making the very close acquaintance of the wall.

"Are you okay?" he laughs nervously, his entire face pink and his stomach all the way in his throat. Deep breath, say something charming, compliment him or something. "I, uh— I guess I should've known the power of a snazzy leather jacket."

(Does that count?? Or is he just complimenting himself here?)

THE REC ROOM: Old Men at the End of the World (Blythe & Niko)

[trustmeimadoctor]

It was not his smoothest moment, but literally rescued by a dashing actor was definitely not the worst outcome.

"My hero!" Niko grins stupidly, then—realizing how stupid he's being—begins laughing nervously instead.

"With great snazzy jacket power comes great snazzy jacket responsibility," he says. Even Niko isn't sure what he means by that. He's too busy being distracted by those striking hazel eyes.

THE REC ROOM: Old Men at the End of the World (Blythe & Niko)

[soliloquacious]

"Oh gosh, I knew I shoulda read the owner's manual before putting this thing on." Blythe's smile is wide enough to split his face in half, even if he can barely breathe. After texting the last couple of days, he really thought it was going to be easier to chat face to face with Niko the next time they got to see each other. But he hadn't prepared for this, and now he's here and his hair and his cheekbones are so distracting and...

"I didn't realize you were coming tonight. I woulda—" (been more stressed on stage) "—well, I woulda tried to find you."

THE REC ROOM: Old Men at the End of the World (Blythe & Niko)

[trustmeimadoctor]

"It's okay! You were busy being a superstar up there!" Niko assures him quickly, his words a rush of nervous excitement. "My kid wanted to come, and I thought it would be good for there to be a sober adult on hand, aaaaaaaaand I wanted to see your new play. Which I did! And it was great! I've never seen Supernatural in my life, but I can only imagine your version is way better than the real thing! Also, that's a cool jacket. Where'd you get it?"

THE REC ROOM: Jem & OPEN

[paramedicals]

Mara has left a crate of her vinyls in the rec room along with a record player (which is not hooked up to the stadium's sound system tonight, for obvious reasons). Anyone is welcome to play DJ. Jem's been leafing through the collection for the last few minutes and finally has a selection.

But drawing a vinyl out of its sleeve and putting it on a turntable is a lot harder to do one-handed than just flip through records, and he spends a moment struggling with it before heaving a sigh and leaning his head back to appraise the situation. Gotta find a new angle to come in from.

THE REC ROOM: Jem & Beau

[fixedup]

Beau needs a break from the people and noise, but Carter's intense mood all day means her blood pressure will spike if Beau leaves her line of sight. So she escapes into the rec room instead, nursing a cup of water and looking for a comfortable chair to fall into.

Only to walk right up to where Jem is fumbling with the record player. "Shit, not you," Beau says without thinking.

THE REC ROOM: Jem & Beau

[paramedicals]

Jem takes this in stride. He always tends to assume pretty girls are mad at him for some reason or another, and he's noticed her ambivalence towards him the past few days. Though he spends a long moment looking at her after she comes in, he eventually returns his attention to fiddling with the vinyl records.

"You want me to leave?" he asks, pointedly not looking over at her as he speaks.

THE REC ROOM: Jem & Beau

[fixedup]

Beau presses her cup to her forehead in a futile attempt to sober up. The Jem who's the charming leader of Prescott and the Jem who's Dutch's cute pseudo-brother still feel like two different people to her, and she can't be saying something stupid to either of them.

"I can't tell the heroic invalid to leave." Like that. Dammit. Beau peers at him from under her cup. "What do you have?"

THE REC ROOM: Jem & Beau

[paramedicals]

This gets a chuckle out of Jem, but he doesn't otherwise acknowledge it, instead gingerly picking the still-sleeved record up and propping it on its end so she can see the cover: Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago.

THE REC ROOM: Jem & Beau

[fixedup]

Beau's parents loved collecting records—separately. Her mother, the former dancer, had Tchaikovsky and Pugni, but also Fleetwood Mac and Annie Lennox, while her father had Jay-Z and Wu-Tang Clan in heavy rotation. Amazing that they didn't divorce sooner. Beau went in a completely different direction than either of them, and knows only one Bon Iver song.

She takes a step closer to Jem, ostensibly for a better look at the album. "You're the sensitive type?" Barely a question, the way she says it.

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

[dukeofrats]

Duke had tried, for all of one second, to convince Bunny to play pool with him, but the moment he'd picked up the cue he'd he'd realized his chest and arm were sore enough that maybe that wasn't the best idea. Especially since the world is maybe sort of ending again.

He'd resigned himself to dragging the other boy over to a set up chess board, where a few of the pieces are replaced with crudely carved approximates. Duke does not know how to play chess. He jumps a knight (the ugliest horse ever carved, and thus now his favorite) over the line of pawns in a straight line.

"So like... how do you think all this shit is goin' to go?" There's an assumption Bunny knows he's talking about the horde, but honestly it applies to everything.

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

[youmightrabbit]

Bunny tried to learn chess. Ms. Lorraine had a board and while he'd gotten how to set up the pieces and the 'jump over things' part made sense, he'd pretty much tapped out at each piece having different rules for what they were allowed to do. So it basically just turned into real fancy checkers.

He picks up one of the pawns (which should probably be dead) and returns it to the board arbitrarily. Whatever, he's undead now. That's normal.

"Probably to shit."

Which could imply that he's caught on to the conversational direction Duke's shooting for. But honestly? Could also just be an accurate assessment of just about anything. Difficult to tell, really.

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

[dukeofrats]

"No undead little dudes," Duke complains as Bunny makes his move, but he doesn't actually try to stop him at all. He acts like he's considering his next move, but he just moves his ugly knight diagonally forward (his plan all along).

After a moment he picks up his other knight, examining it. It's factory made. Boring. "Yeah, probably to shit. But like, at least everyone's workin' together, you know? Seems better than us all doin' our own shit and maybe fuckin' each other all up."

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

[youmightrabbit]

"Fuck off, I'm period accurate."

There's no heat behind the remark and Bunny spends the next few moments not moving anyone anywhere, but instead gently nudging all of his pieces back into the dead center of their squares. They might be moldering drudges or whatever, but they can still be neat.

"Coordination's fine." It's said in a mumble that makes the definition of coordination seem thin and reedy. Coordination feels like a 'pushing it' word. They're just sort of doing things openly. Mutually fucking around and finding out. "Timeline's a bit tight."

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

[dukeofrats]

Duke, wrinkling his nose, reaches to knock over the 'resurrected' pawn with his boring knight. He reaches slightly too far to be comfortable and winces, settling back in his seat with an annoyed little huff.

"Yeah, but ain't really got any other options. And I'd rather it go this way than like... yeah like us doin' one thing and Whitney doing another." He's quiet for a moment before adding, "Kinda worried about all the grown ups though. Like how they're handling this shit."

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

[youmightrabbit]

"Guess so." Bunny lets out a hum, agreeable enough. (And generously doesn't comment on Duke's visible discomfort.) The options are shit, so having one is probably nice. So long as it goes either well or, alternatively, so completely horrible that nobody's around to know about it afterward.

He retrieves his twice-dead pawn, keeps it between his fingers while he debates what to do with it.

"Just kinda?" he echoes, shooting him a look that communicates several things, all of them deeply dubious. One might even say verging on despairing, if Bunny were the sort of person to actively despair. "It ain't great, I'll say that."

THE REC ROOM: Nat & OPEN

[malting]

Nat had a specific chair in the rec room that she liked to claim when possible, and with the majority of the party attendees nearly spilling out of the bar, she was able to settle in without a fight.

Water perched on the chair arm, she took a moment, eyes closed, totally relaxed.

THE REC ROOM: Nat & Court

[castnet]

And then there's a loud thump as Court throws herself down into a nearby chair, not even fully taking note of the other woman until she's already invaded her peace.

"Oh hey," she gets out absently before taking a sip of the drink she'd brought with her. It wasn't that Court was depressed, but her usual frenetic energy isn't apparent tonight.

THE REC ROOM: Nat & Court

[malting]

And Nat clocks it fairly quickly, startled as she may have been into opening her eyes to find the other woman.

"Oh hey," Nat offers back carefully, assessing Court's mood. "Needed a break?"

THE REC ROOM: Nat & Court

[castnet]

Court forces a smile and it's half as bright as what she's capable of. "You could say that..." A long moment where she stares down at her drink before deciding that's rude when trying to hold a conversation, instead setting her sights on Nat.

"Who knew the end of the world would be so annoying and loud?" An attempt at a joke that isn't really a joke at all, so much as a peeved observation. "I'm not bothering you, am I?"

THE REC ROOM: Nat & Court

[malting]

"No," Nat says simply, unsure whether it's Court who actually needs and wanted the solitude and it's Nat who should perhaps be leaving her to it. "You never bother me. By annoying who are we talking about exactly? Or is it that entire room back there, because that's unfortunately on me. Sorry."

THE REC ROOM: Nat & Court

[castnet]

There's some part of Court willing to throw out a shit-eating grin and a "challenge accepted" at the proclamation she never bothers Nat, though there really isn't the social capital needed to see it through. Just enough to shake her head, "Nobody in particular."

There's a soft, almost out of place smile as she continues, "And no need to apologize. It's not anybody really, just something is off and I can't put a finger on it past obsessing over this horde. Like, if I had the motivation I'd be working on a red string wall as we speak."