stateofdecay | 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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"No, please don't—" John whispers. He watches helplessly as Zelda lies down on the dirty ground. Again he is left looming over her while sitting, so, grimacing, John inhales deeply, steels himself, and lowers himself onto the ground alongside her. He assumes a Dracula position, every single muscle tense, every fiber in his being hating the cold, gravelly sensation at his back.

John turns to face Zelda. "I have never done this before in my life," he replies honestly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." That you haven't had the joy of doing this before is left off the end of her sentence, as it certainly doesn't need to be said.

"Did I make you leave the party?" Zelda turns toward John, mostly, from where she had been looking at the moon, when this occurs to her. "I didn't mean to."

"It's alright."

John looks at Zelda, blinks calmly so that she'll know he's being honest with her, and then turns his head again. Since stargazing with Emmett, he has found a new appreciation for the night sky. The moon looks particularly entrancing tonight, he thinks, white like a pearl.

"My name is John, by the way," he says. To Zelda, though he's still looking at the moon. "It's nice to meet you in this way." He does mean this, although he would have preferred meeting Zelda fully upright.

Edited 2024-11-05 07:27 (UTC)

"Zelda," She replies, waiting a full three seconds before correcting herself. "My name, I mean. I'm Zelda."

She turns her gaze back up to the moon that sits so peacefully. "Stargazing is a nice way to meet people," She eventually agrees and adds with a wince as her head starts pounding again as she moves her head to look at a cluster of stars. "But maybe with less drinking. On my end."

"You do smell a bit like you've been drinking," John says. He's still in a Dracula position, but he's beginning to feel a little more comfortable. The stars are nice, the moon is nice, and he's no longer looming over Zelda. And he's growing accustomed to how cold the ground is in the parking lot. This isn't so bad. "Were you trying to get the tiara?"

"Oh no, I smell," She sits up, horrified and then lets out a groan when it only makes her headache worse. She rubs her temples and closes her eyes to wait it out.

"I really wanted that tiara. I have so many dresses that would go well with a tiara."

Although he'd been growing accustomed to lying on the ground, John is relieved to finally sit up again. He makes as if to brush the dirt and gravel from Zelda's back, but thinks the better of touching her. Instead, he awkwardly fans her back, as if she's overheating.

"I think you should stop drinking," John says kindly. "Whoever wins the tiara may be open to trading it, once the novelty of their victory wears off."

"No more drinking," Zelda promises, resisting the urge to hold out her pinky as a reflex, even though she only ever pulls out the pinky promises when she's really trying to get her dad to promise her something.

"It won't be special if I have to trade for it. I'm going to have to find a new tiara."

"This is the place to make a trade." John gestures to the Depot behind them with his thumb.

"Should we go back inside?" He remembers what it was like to drink too much, the nausea, feeling as though his head was at once too big and too small. "Perhaps you'd like some water."

Zelda nods, a mistake, as she stands up on her wobbly legs. A bigger mistake. Her dizziness from earlier returns and, with it, part of her dinner ends up splattered on the concrete and on her shoes.

One of her favorite pairs of shoes, in fact. She only has six pairs now. It's very distressing.

"Oh no," She whines, despairingly, trying to avoid vomiting again.

John suppresses a grimace, not wanting to make Zelda feel uncomfortable. He stands up with her, trying to breathe shallowly so as not to smell anything. Other than the smell, he's not surprised or bothered by this turn of events. John seems calmer about Zelda throwing up than her lying down.

"It's alright," he says. He gathers up her hair, holding it back. "You'll feel better after you get it all out and drink some water."

"I'm so sorry," She mumbles, miserably. "You're so nice and I must be so gross right now."

She heaves again, but nothing comes up this time thankfully. "Sorry."

"It's okay," John says. He rubs a circle into her back. "You do smell, though."

Once she seems done, he helps Zelda stand up straight. "Would you like to get some water?"

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Zelda wordlessly lets him guide her inside so she can have some water and thanks him again, sitting down on a chair and drinking a few slow sips. "Sorry. Again. I'm sure you didn't come here to babysit a stranger."

“No, I did not.” John watches Zelda drink her water, wary that she may be sick again, but she seems fine. He relaxes and takes a sip of water for himself.

“I came here to deliver donuts.”

Zelda looks at him, trying to discern whether or not he's being truthful or telling a joke that she doesn't understand the punchline of. She can't really tell, either way.

"There's donut deliveries in the Quad now?"

Edited (zelda u would have loved doordash) 2024-11-05 09:34 (UTC)

John thinks for a moment. “Yes.” Technically speaking.

“But I am out of donuts now.” He looks her over. “You probably do need carbohydrates, though. Hm.”

"But now I have donuts on my mind," it's slightly accusatory, unfairly so.

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John sighs. “Do you want me to get you a donut?”

END OF THE WORLD PARTY

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