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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He's sooo far past the signpost for 'drunk' but one of the joys of being all the way over there's that he doesn't need to be worried about the consequences. Yet.

"Guess how many fights I got in so far," he propmts Court as he sidles up beside her, disgusting(ly awesome) Monarch shots swapped for the bottle of water Edgar had handed him.

Court is nursing her fourth drink of the night and she's honestly not feeling much. She knows it isn't watered down as she can taste the alcohol in her Dark Side of the Moonshine, simply supposes she isn't in the mood to celebrate the end of the world.

After putting so much work into making things sustainable, the suggestion they just roll over and let this horde overrun all they've built sounds ridiculous. She knows she's being dramatic, that no one is really suggesting that, but there's no time to mentally chastise herself as suddenly there is Arlo.

"Either like five of 'em or none at all, by the way you're going about it.". She doesn't miss a beat, but it's obvious her heart isn't fully into razzing her ex.

"Five would've gotten me kicked out of the whole Quad, let alone the Lobby," Arlo points out, the ocean of booze in his system overriding any present ability to read Court. He rests his elbows onto the ~~barrel~~ standing table, leaning in, happy that he hasn't been told to get lost yet.

"How come the world ended and nobody's letting the Supernatural kids kiss yet?" This... sounds wrong, even to his addled brain, and he adds on: "Not each other. All the hot angels 'n shit."

"You always were an overachiever," she jokes, one that has multiple levels to it but she's not even of the mind to be amused at her own jokes. Swirling her drink in her glass, Court takes a swig and looks over to Arlo with a brow raised.

"Was about to say, is this how you reveal your incest fetish?" There's no real heart behind the words. "Sounds like you wanna kiss hot angels n' shit, if you ask me."

Arlo scoffs. "I'll kiss nearly anybody by now, so long as we ain't related." If he's not supposed to say things like that to his ex-wife (AKA the reason he doesn't have a regular kissing partner these days), he doesn't show he knows so — but he does finally clue in on something.

He doesn't know what it is?
To be fair, nothing makes sense these days.
But there's a something beneath the surface, annoying him like his Sidekick's on vibrate but he doesn't know what pocket it's in or even what piece of clothing, so he does the verbal equivalent of slapping all of his pockets in search of the answer. "You seem like you ain't you."

Nope, not touching that one with a ten foot pole. Court was rather certain their entire getting back together a second time hinged on being drunk at a monster truck rally together, so wasn't looking for a round three. She didn't throw out a quip or any snarky comment there, buying herself a moment of silence by taking a long swig of her drink.

And then Arlo straight up called her out, causing Court to let out a long-suffering sigh that was probably more dramatic than needed. "Ding ding ding, let's tell 'em what he's won." Instead of her usual jokes aimed at laughter, there's a slight hint of anger in her words.

Turning suddenly from staring at her drink to Arlo, Court asks without any prompting, "What if this is the end or whatever? That's a lot of fucking zeds."

Then most of us die and the ones that're left have to pick up the pieces 'n start over all over again and I don't reckon nearly anybody here'd come out of that a whole person if they even were already, and soon enough there wouldn't be anybody around here who remembers what the hell the Quad was like, 'cause we all hung on for nothing anyways.

That's what kept him up last night, and kept him drinking tonight, and what's been running through his mind like a murmured undercurrent beneath every single thought he's had since the news broke.

But it's not what he says. Because he can't put that on Court anymore, and because if he opens his mouth so say it he'll probably vomit instead, and not even from the alcohol. And because he has a stupid little tiara jammed onto the rim of his hat that makes him think of his sisters whenever he remembers it's there, and that reminds him that sometimes he forgets about them and sometimes he can't stop remembering them, and it's all just really super fucked up.

Instead, after he chugs from the water bottle and lies to himself that he's So Well Hydrated now, he tries: "Then we have panic attacks 'til we eat shit 'n die? Like, I dunno our options. Ain't got many." Please remember this man is very, very drunk.

Court doesn't know what she expected-- why she expected a serious answer from a drunk Arlo. It's not his fault and she's trying to get drunk for the same reason, but each sip only seems to drive home how much of a clusterfuck this situation they found themselves in was-- how these truly were unimaginable odds they were up against.

Still that doesn't stop her from snorting at Arlo's response, then speaking around the lip of her glass, "Good thing you're not in charge or anything." She regrets the words as soon as they leave her lips.

Arlo keeps his eyes trained on a scratch atop barrel-table-top-thing but shifts back now, away from the initial closeness he'd sought from Court, even if all he got was a few minutes in her orbit.

His voice is quieter when he says "Fuckin' apparently" and he shrugs out some of the Uncomfortable Feelings. If it looks like he's preparing to bail, he is. "'Nother stellar pep talk, Slaughter. Thanks."

Court winces, knowing she's hit a nerve and in no way enjoying it. As much as she thought razzing Arlo was one of the funnest past times that had ever existed, she truly had no want to hurt the guy. No, no, they'd done plenty of that in the past.

Setting down her glass, she turns fully to Arlo - remembering what Nat had said about letting worries go, even if just for tonight - to offer, "Mulligan. Mulligan. Can I try that again? I'm not trying to suck everyone down with me tonight, I'm just in a really weird mood, sorry."

END OF THE WORLD PARTY

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo

THE LOBBY: Court & Arlo