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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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Seeking a bit of peace and quiet to sip at her singular cup of mystery punch and smoke an herbal cigarette, Arwen has wandered out to the outfield, her eyes straying skyward as she takes a slow drink. She's not far enough in that she's feeling it, but she's sure she will soon - her tolerance is shot. But the evening feels calm, despite the potential impending disaster, and for once she's not horribly worried about it.

"Christ," she exhales slowly.

Beck is so extremely altered at the moment that people's faces and conversations were starting to blur together at the bar. Being outside like this has improved his quality of life so much. He can breathe now and he totally knows it's Arwen he's approaching from behind. He's not surprised by that at all and he does not almost walk past completely.

"Brilliant minds," he greets, eyeing the cigarette as he rewinds his steps back to her. He blinks, clarifies: "Great minds, I mean."

Arwen immediately clocks Beck as he moves past her, but waits patiently (and somewhat curiously) for him to return. Despite all their awkwardness he's still a comforting presence to her, so she doesn't want to shoo him away. Even though he's drunk and she probably should. Letting out a quiet scoff at his words, she holds out the cigarette after a moment.

"Can't believe you'd fumble that," she replies with the slightest bit of humor. "But yes, this is clearly the best place to greet the second end of the world."

"Hey," Beck responds brightly, as if this were good news, "did you consider that you have no choice?"

Making a bit of a face, Arwen transfers her drink so she has a free hand to pinch at Beck's side. She's pushing down the smallest of smiles. "I could steal a car and drive off into the night."

Beck twitches away from her hand. He thinks about reaching up to grab it with his own, like he would have a few months ago, but that's not really a thing right now.

"I mean, you could," he concedes, instead shoving his fists in the pocket of his jean jacket. Very casual. "But you'd miss us."

Twisting away from her touch, hands in pockets. Arwen immediately feels awkward, shifting a little on her feet, taking a long drink before responding. "Maybe, just a little." She suddenly remembers her lit cigarette and takes a drag of that, buying herself some more time.

"And I wouldn't want to stress Mara out by stealing a car. So, I suppose I'm stuck. At least the party isn't terrible."

Beck smiles. "Yeah, actually, is this the best party we've thrown? I think it might be."

Not that he had anything to do with this. If he had, there'd be more marketing.

He nods at the cigarette. "Is this the usual recipe?"

"I'm almost enjoying it," which is, to say, she actually kind of is. Arwen takes another drag before offering the cigarette to Beck, another choice she is very quickly questioning. She just needs to let it go. She just needs to act normal. Maybe she is feeling the alcohol a bit.

"This one has a bit of lavender. Figured some extra calm before the storm couldn't hurt."

Beck takes it and leans in, making Arwen part of his bodily wall against the growing wind.

"Nice," he tells her, breathing out, watching the smoke spiral. Some things never change.

"You weren't wrong." The stars are wheeling overhead for a second drag. He offers the cigarette back and doesn't move away, but it's not a thing. It's just kind of cold for the current moment. He can feel it in his cheeks and nose, which are blushing.

"How are you? For real."

Arwen directs her gaze to the sky as Beck leans in, deciding to simply finish off her drink to fill the moment. His second exhale drags her gaze down, and she takes back the cigarette.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Even as she says this though, she's frowning at his question.

"...I don't know." A beat. "A little bad, maybe. How are you?"

"And I missu," Beck is singing, under his breath and offkey, as he pulls shriveled weeds out of someone's community garden bed.

He didn't actually mean to do this -- he meant to just fuckin' stroll it off and breathe in the chill until he felt more normal after talking to Arwen -- but he's abnormally drunk, and the way this person wrapped some of their plants in burlap made him think about his mom. So he has to do it. Even though his mom would hate Whitney Field and the fact that he just took six shots to try to win a plastic tiara.

Edited (hehehehe) 2024-11-05 02:02 (UTC)

Mara hasn't been spending a lot of time on the outfield tonight because she's in heels and they keep sinking into the dirt, but she does haphazardly tiptoe her way across the entire field after she's had six shots of liquor to stand by the southwest corner of the fence and peer down the road.

She has to brace herself on the metal fence as she totters. It's unpleasantly cold to the touch, but she still grips it tightly as she contemplates the freeway.

Though Arwen had been enjoying her solitude, seeing Mara precariously making her way to the fence isn't an unwelcome sight. She pushes herself up from her seat on the ground, making her way to the other woman's side.

"Have you had any water?" she asks, tone slightly scolding. It's a nice distraction from thinking about where Mara's gaze rests.

"I did drink water," Mara says, a little vacantly as she continues staring down the road. Then she does tear her eyes away to give her a glance, one eyebrow raised. "Edgar beat you to it."

"So he's good for something, at least," Arwen replies with no bite. She does actually like Edgar, even if she doesn't understand him always.

As Mara's eyes meet hers, she frowns a little. "...are you worrying, or planning?" She inclines her head towards the road.

"Woah, careful of the grass," Nat chuckles, hand automatically grasping the elbow of her new companion, lest they send them both to the ground or crashing into the garden.

Quiet, starlight contemplation interrupted, Nat's cigarette nearly does get fumbled to the grass. "Are you okay?"

Edited 2024-11-05 16:56 (UTC)

Duke, a little achey and a little tired, had wandered out into the outfield for a bit of stargazing. And, against better judgement, had decided to walk backwards while staring up at the heavens, finding it a little more transporting that way. Also, a little more prone to stumbling. At least Nat's there to catch him from making his evening a whole lot worse.

"Oh shit, yeah, sorry bro." He looks curiously to her, and then to her cigarette. "Didn't mean to crash your quiet time or whatever."

Nat shakes her head, now a little steadier that 5'2" of her isn't trying to keep them both upright. "All you interrupted was a smoke break. You want?" She extends it out to him. "Really adds to the ambiance of looking to the stars for answers."

Though the offer is met with a grin, Duke waves off the cigarette with his good arm, though he does obviously have to consider it a moment to spare himself some pain.

"Savin' my lungs for engine exhaust. Definitely agreed that the ambiance out here is good as hell with the smoke wisps, though. Givin' the stars our own little clouds." His voice is a little dreamy as his eyes drift upwards.

"You think about what kinda tattoo you want?"

Edited (I can remember things I swear) 2024-11-09 19:24 (UTC)

Givin' the stars our own little clouds. Huh. Duke was oddly poetic, charmingly profound. Nat ponders this as she adds another little cloud to the sky of stars.

"Your brother tells me you'd do a great muppet."

Whatever poeticness is in Duke is not in attendance as he turns his gaze back to Nat and says, excitedly, "Holy fuckin' shit you want a muppet? I can totally fuckin' rock a muppet."

Yes, there is a horde of zombies on their way, but muppets are always a balm.

"Who's your favorite?"

Nat laughs. Duke's excitement is so at odds from the first time she met him, the night of the cougar hunt. It was nice to see the younger Rattray healthier and twinkling as brightly as the stars ahead.

"The rat actually," Nat grins. "But I'd like to be a total cliche and your brother mentioned you gave him a little buddy. So Beaker."

"Rizzo," Duke supplies readily. It's important, with a last name like Rattray, to know all your fellow rats. Also, muppets are cool. He hums, sways a little on his feet, thoughtful.

"Can do both, you know. If you want double muppets. Could see how it might be a little much, though." For some people, but he doesn't add this, because it sounds judgmental.

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THE OUTFIELD

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THE OUTFIELD: Nat & Duke

THE OUTFIELD: Nat & Duke

THE OUTFIELD: Nat & Duke

THE OUTFIELD: Nat & Duke

THE OUTFIELD: Nat & Duke

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