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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?

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Questions, comments, requests for scenes?

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Even in his bad boy leather jacket, it doesn't take long for Blythe the Warm Weather Boy to seek out shelter from the setting sun. Don't you folks know it's November?? That's one of the cold months!!

He slips into the Rec Room while most of his compatriots are still throwing back drinks and finds a worn old chair in a back corner. It's quieter in here. Almost doesn't feel like a party or the end of the world, which might be an oversight on the theme. But it's nice to find a quiet place where no one's in the corner, whispering about the horde and how they're all going to die if they don't play this exactly right and it still seems like there's a lot of folks that will be in danger no matter the decision and—oh hey, look at that, he's thinking about it again.

With a deep breath, Blythe grabs the first book his fingers land on and pulls it out of the shelf. Animorphs. This will be great!! Seems like exactly his speed. He opens it up to the first page and then just stares at the words, uncomprehending.

Yeah, going great.

Tired of telling people to drink water and absolutely not worrying at all about his daughter or the zombie horde 10,000 strong(!!!), Niko ducks inside the Rec Room to hopefully settle his nerves and get a break from the drunken crowds.

He's hiding in a corner, catching up on Lonesome Dove when he spots a ✨bad boy✨ in the opposite corner. Ohohoho, what luck!

"Someone's looking devilishly handsome this evening!" Niko greets him, sidling up and doing his best to lean like a Cool Guy against the nearest wall. His hand slips and he nearly falls face-first into the wall instead.

"Oh!!" Blythe lets out a yelp and instinctively leaps forward to save Niko from making the very close acquaintance of the wall.

"Are you okay?" he laughs nervously, his entire face pink and his stomach all the way in his throat. Deep breath, say something charming, compliment him or something. "I, uh— I guess I should've known the power of a snazzy leather jacket."

(Does that count?? Or is he just complimenting himself here?)

It was not his smoothest moment, but literally rescued by a dashing actor was definitely not the worst outcome.

"My hero!" Niko grins stupidly, then—realizing how stupid he's being—begins laughing nervously instead.

"With great snazzy jacket power comes great snazzy jacket responsibility," he says. Even Niko isn't sure what he means by that. He's too busy being distracted by those striking hazel eyes.

"Oh gosh, I knew I shoulda read the owner's manual before putting this thing on." Blythe's smile is wide enough to split his face in half, even if he can barely breathe. After texting the last couple of days, he really thought it was going to be easier to chat face to face with Niko the next time they got to see each other. But he hadn't prepared for this, and now he's here and his hair and his cheekbones are so distracting and...

"I didn't realize you were coming tonight. I woulda—" (been more stressed on stage) "—well, I woulda tried to find you."

"It's okay! You were busy being a superstar up there!" Niko assures him quickly, his words a rush of nervous excitement. "My kid wanted to come, and I thought it would be good for there to be a sober adult on hand, aaaaaaaaand I wanted to see your new play. Which I did! And it was great! I've never seen Supernatural in my life, but I can only imagine your version is way better than the real thing! Also, that's a cool jacket. Where'd you get it?"

Blythe almost feels silly in the jacket right now. It felt appropriately theater kid to rock his costume for the rest of the party, but now he feels like maybe he's out of his depth with cool leather jackets and hot doctors and end of the world parties.

"It's actually Bo's—Dean—the fella who wants to kiss the angel," he stammers out, the feeling of silliness overpowered by his sudden awareness that he just brought up kissing in front of someone he'd really like to kiss. Deep breath, an hour ago he was pretending to be a sultry devil who wanted to possess Evening in a wig but in a sexy and homoerotic way only Tegan could pen. This is nothing. "Can't say it fits me near as good as yours."

In a fit of boldness, Blythe tugs at the bottom hem of Niko's jacket and feels his entire body turn red hot.

Niko's brain sputters. He wants to think of something clever to say, or to think of an equally good compliment, or to pin Blythe against the wall and kiss him, but his nerves have made him stupid, and he does none of those things.

"Thanks, I got it on sale!" he says, and is kicking himself even as the words leave his mouth. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Ohmygoooood I'm sorry!" he apologizes instantly, burying his face in his hands with shame.

Blythe can't help but let out a little laugh. He knows Niko is distressed, but it's endearing and adorable and it makes his heart thud so goshdarned hard right now.

"You ain't got a thing to be sorry for," he says, and there's just the tiniest quaver to his voice and oh gosh, he's so nervous. He reaches up to pull Niko's hands away from his face and then holds them, sweaty and shaky as he feels, his right thumb brushing along Niko's knuckles. "Except hiding your face from me."

Niko's heart threatens to jump out of his chest. Thump, thump, thump. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought he was having a heart attack. His eyes are wide.

Looking into Blythe's eyes, however, just feels right and he melts a little when their hands meet. He squeezes those sweaty, shaky hands in return with sweaty, shaky hands of his own. Blythe's gentle Southern lilt is so soothing that Niko can't help but to lapse into gushing earnestness.

"I'm sorry, I just have such a big, stupid crush on you, it's hard to think straight," he confesses with a nervous titter. He's about as good at flirting as he is at riding a bicycle.

If there's one thing Blythe knows, it's story structure, and he knows exactly what scene they're in. The two love interests have confessed their feelings to each other, their date has been postponed by an incomprehensible danger, and the theme of the party is the end of the world. Their last chance to do something they've been scared to do, but needs to happen for the plot to move forward.

"Maybe I don't want you to think straight," he says, soft and lightly teasing. "Or kiss straight."

Niko can't help but to chuckle at this. Jokes, he can do. "Lucky for you, there's nothing straight about me," he lightly teases in return.

Feeling slightly emboldened, he waggles his eyebrows at Blythe, then leans in, beard tickling the older man's ear: "Hey, Mr Snazzy Jacket, how 'bout you give me a backstage tour? Maybe somewhere more private?"

It's happening. It's happening?? It's happening. Blythe feels his knees weaken at the brush of his beard and his arm hairs stand on end and oh lordy it's happening.

"Yeah," he exhales and leans just a little closer to Niko's face, like he wants to make extra sure no one else can hear them. "Come on. I can show you all the theater secrets."

"You're the boss! Lead the way," Niko whispers back, giddy with excitement. He squeezes his hand and waits to be shown the way.

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