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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Duke, in turn, doesn't fight Bunny taking his rooks, content with his little horse army. After a moment of consideration, he places them all in the row closes to him in the center, alternating colors. He ponders his king before offering it to his friend. "You want this guy?"

He snorts at the 'gross' comment. "Seems kind of nice pro'ly to like. Be into someone when things are shit, I guess? Like if you feel like you're lackin' other emotional support or whatever. And you don't got therapy."

The king is left to dangle midair for a moment while Bunny leans back to regard the current configuration of chess pieces. Might make more sense to start the whole thing over. Alternate pawns. Shit.

He snags the king. Folds his fingers around it and braces his fist under his chin.

"I mean, don't know if anyone's got therapy anymore." It was mandated in juvie. But, yeah, whole apocalypse really put a dent into that routine. Probably for the best that the old dudes do their costume-assisted macking or whatever. "So. Emotional support leather jackets might be it."

"You can organize mine if you want," Duke offers as he sees Bunny looking over the board. He doesn't want to deny him a neat board, though he's more than happy to play on his own side if Bunny doesn't want control.

"Emotional support anythin' seems good enough these days. Since, yeah, if there was a therapist at Prescott they'd probably be like, fucking doing better or somethin'." He quirks a smile suddenly. "Think Blanche could do it?"

The offer is considered for maybe a beat too long before Bunny shakes his head, dismisses the entire thing for a wash. Not worth it. More of a mess to disassemble and reassemble and he doesn't have the concentration to muddle out whether or not it'd even work out neat if he started.

"Yeah?" There's a delighted sort of edge to it, his head tipping. "You lookin' to emotionally support anybody?" He snorts, tilts his head back in the other direction. "Blanche'd tell em all off. Not therapeutic."

With a shrug, Duke starts to organize his side of the board a bit more. Gap in the pawns at the front, to make up for his missing king. Queen shoved in the middle of the four knights. He's thoughtful about it, but not as much as Bunny is.

"Oh you know I'm prime emotional supportin' material," he laughs, lifting his eyes to stick his tongue out at Bunny. "Gotta take care of Arlo first, though. And maybe some of them could use that? Like, snap 'em out of... whatever the fuck is going on."

Duke's surrendered king is deposited back onto the board and Bunny wriggles himself down into his chair, slinging a leg over the arm of the chair and crossing his arms over his stomach.

"Ain't heard any negative feedback," he muses, pulling at the cuff of one of his sleeves until it covers the back of his knuckles. "Arlo then emotional support? Or you finding somebody to emotionally support your brother?"

Duke, humming, completes his side of the board, swapping a few pieces so it ends up symmetrical, bishops flanking the empty space. He assumes that Bunny will find this acceptable. He sits back.

"I'm a fuckin' delight," he says with a sagely nod. "And shit, man, I don't know if I can find someone to do that. I meant more like... gotta support him into like taking care of his body and then maybe I can worry less or something."

Bunny curls his fingers into his sleeve to keep it in place, nods real quick over at the arrangement of pieces.

"Hey, you think Frankie's still kickin'?"

He wags his head back and forth in a teetering motion, acquiescing to the point. "Pickin's are -" Not slim. Slim's the wrong word. "Fucked." He pauses, flicks up a finger. "Respectfully. Be hard pressed to find anybody that ain't." A hum of his own. "Think the older you are, the worse of a time you're having with it."

Bunny's nod is confirmation of a job well done that brings up a nice, warm sense of satisfaction in Duke. He has to resist the urge to pick up the poorly carved knight again, and instead pops the drawstring of his hood into his mouth. The other boy's question is sobering.

"...dunno. I just sort of pretend everyone's still kickin' unless there's proof otherwise." Seems like the best thing for his mental health. He screws up his face. "Pickin's are fucked. Seems rough to try to have anythin' in all this since no one's having a good time. But again, for some people that's the point. Support, comfort. And yeah I don't think the adults know how to not be... like that." Like that being stressed beyond belief, even in lulls.

END OF THE WORLD PARTY

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke

THE REC ROOM: Bunny & Duke