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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"Are you suggesting that this batch I so lovingly crafted could be bad?" Nat doesn't need to place her hand to her chest to sell the exaggerated offense, because her inflection does it for her. She's learned so much from these actors.

She's smirking at Edgar as she reaches past him for the jar of honey mead they'd tried the one time, which may have actually inspired how Nat has since made the antiseptic. It gets poured slowly into the mixture of two other equally lesser liquors. A respectable King's cup.

"It's all perfectly safe," she reassures. "No one is going to die at an End of the World party, though it would make you legendary and literal."

"And get me fired after less than a week on the job." Edgar grins back at her like this outcome would amuse him, but they both know how hard he worked for this promotion. Throwing a big party during a life-or-death crisis probably isn't the best demonstration of leadership quality, but to the least, it's the Whitney Field way.

He looks from Nat to the liquor mixture. "I guess I should try that."

"You are the captain of the ship," Nat agrees with faux solemnity, pouring out a shot of the concoction. She holds it out to him like a challenge issued.

"And I wouldn't worry. You won't be fired for giving the Quad a needed outlet for a ho--myriad of zombies," she adds, watching him with clinical curiosity as he takes the shot. "This is community support at work."

"¡Salud!" Edgar knocks it right back. Not so long ago, he was drinking thousand-dollar French wines and rare whiskys on the regular, and now his idea of a special treat is asking Whitney's local chemist to whip up a custom poison.

He coughs, just once. "Oh, wow." Edgar tilts his head, mulling it over. "But you know... it's complex."

Edited (rolled a 20. it's horrible and he likes it) 2024-11-05 23:32 (UTC)

Nat grins, big and bright. "Bet you say that to all the girls." She tips her own shot glass towards him before downing it herself, expression pinched with thought rather than for taste. (Sometimes, Nat wondered if her tastebuds, let alone her sense of smell, were now completely shot.)

"Hm," she gestures for him to pass her the half empty bottle. "I think it needs more mead. We should also make sure water strategically appears out of thin air if this is about to go how we think it will." There's a pause as she pours the remainder of the sour honey liquor into the mixture, and she eyes him. "Are you good?"

Edgar obediently hands over the bottle, and leans against the table now in a very cool, casual manner he likely practiced in front of a full-length mirror. Him, good? Always.

"When am I not?" It's too early in the evening for him to show doubts now, even with Nat, whom he trusts too much, given the short length of their acquaintance. But life-and-death stakes have a way of accelerating these things. "Like you said, people need an outlet. And maybe it's better for everyone to see each other face to face again instead of hashing it out over the bulletin board."

Nat makes a low noise of consideration as she finishes the last of the mixture, letting it settle in all its poisonous glory.

"That's...insightful," she says, "good that you thought of that." Because Nat honestly hadn't factored in the need for people to see eachother in the midst of impending and potentially life ending crisis. Human connection. And perhaps even unintentionally, Edgar had reminded the communities that this wasn't a decision to fall back to faction thinking on, because they were all in this together now.

She offers her friend a small smile as she settles back against the opposite storage shelf. "We'll be fine."

Edgar doesn't know what he did to earn Nat's belief in him. Hollywood glamor, he thought at first, but she isn't impressed by him like that and she doesn't say things she doesn't mean. Edgar lacks the capacity to respond sincerely, so he doesn't.

"Of course we'll be fine. People as beautiful as us were never meant to be trampled by a rabblement of undead." He smiles back at her, comfortable in his ridiculousness. "Are you good?"

And Nat is comfortable enough to give that proclamation an eye roll.

"I'm always fine," she states simply, which has historically, and to the unease of others, invariably been correct. Edgar is perhaps one of the few people to know otherwise. In this case though, she appears to be more thoughtful than concerned about the looming threat shambling their way towards them. She does love a problem to solve.

END OF THE WORLD PARTY

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat

THE LOBBY: Edgar & Nat