stateofdecay | END OF THE WORLD PARTY

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?

code

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"My hero," Billie takes one of the drinks and holds it up towards her so they can clink them together for a cheers. Ovaltine is just enough of a luxury to deserve that sort of celebration and they're at a party after all, even though she has possibly never felt less like partying in her life.

"I don't know about a good time," She schools her face into some sort of careful neutral, all too concerned about not being the Debbie Downer she certainly is being. "But I'd never turn down a drink with you. Do you have any plans for what is possibly the last party ever?"

"I'm going to meet the mother of my future child here," Lola says seriously, staring off into the middle distance. When she turns to face Billie, she has an Ovaltine mustache. Again, she waggles her eyebrows.

"Just kidding. I dunno. If this is really our last party ever, I kinda wanna be hugging more people." She licks her Ovaltine mustache off. "Should we be hugging right now?"

"I think the answer is always probably yes? But it feels, like, wrong if we're just hugging because it's maybe the end of parties. Like, we're tainting something sacred or something." Idly, Billie wonders if maybe her mood is caused by something she ate. Perhaps slightly expired Cheez-Its are not actually an okay thing to consume, if this is an outcome. They aren't even tasty enough to justify it.

"How many children are you planning to have with this mystery lady?"

Lola frowns sympathetically, feeling Billie's bad mood lap against her like a wave. She takes a contemplative sip of her Ovaltine on the rocks and shrugs—no hug then.

"Like five," Lola replies easily. She's thought about this before. "Enough to repopulate my old gas station. And then one extra to work at your restaurant. But while I'm gonna pay my kids under the table you have to give mine a real W-2 and everything, so I get the tax benefits." She punctuates her little fantasy with a wide grin, cheesing for Billie. "Thoughts?"

"I'm going to have to find someone to be an accountant," She states, seriously. Billie tries to calculate in her head the costs of running a restaurant just like her mother's, but she has no idea about any of the overhead costs.

"I failed Algebra too many times to try to do my own taxes," she adds, as though that's the point or what she should be focusing on. "If you let me get discount snacks at your convenience store, maybe my accountant can do file your kid's W-2 though when he does mine. Do you think that's a conflict of interest? Do accountants even have that?"

"I dunno dude, that's ethics. We didn't have that in high school." Lola blinks. "Maybe we should have had ethics in high school." She stands up a little straighter, jabs her finger into the air for emphasis. "Maybe we wouldn't BE in this situation if ethics was in the core curriculum. No Summit because no murder! PBJ's Great Society!"

And then deflates.

"But like the horde would still be coming for us even if we did have a Great Society." Lola blows a strand of hair out of her face. "Bummer."

"Maybe the horde should take an ethics class too," She says this earnestly, as though it's a real possibility for zombies to learn anything from a class. Or for them to stay in a classroom to learn anything.

"But maybe that should be our proposal if we're alive for the next summit meeting. Ethics class for the mayor."

"HmmMMMMMMmmmmmmm." Lola taps her chin. "But who would teach it? Who's the most ethical person in the Quad?"

"Do you think Blythe could teach it? He's got all that public speaking experience..." Billie tries to picture him teaching a class and she thinks she would probably at least pay attention if he were teaching her about ethics. "He seems pretty ethical, too."

"Oh maybe." Lola nods, considering. "Or maybe Mud. He eats mud you know, he's like vegan. Vegans are pretty ethical, right?"

"I think it depends. Why is he a vegan? What if he's just got a special dietary requirement that can only be fulfilled by eating mud? Is that still ethical veganism?"

She thinks about this scenario for over a minute before deciding that she's probably not qualified to assess if dietary restrictions affect the ethics of veganism. "But he does fight people at the bar a lot. Maybe that's good for an ethics class though. Some classes have a lot of debating."

"Ooooooh." Lola grimaces. "That's right. The nuanced dimensionality of one's relationship to veganism has bearing on their positionality with respect to the universal concept of ethics. DUH DOY." She smacks her forehead and laughs.

"Prolly Blythe should teach the ethics class," she says amiably, taking another sip of her chocolate milk-water. "Where'd he go, anyway? Is he with Dr. Leather Jacket?"

"But, if we can confirm the reasoning behind Mud's veganism, he could maybe guest lecture. Then we have an even better chance of people learning ethics and stuff."

Billie looks around the lobby to try and spot either of the pair, but sees no sign. "Maybe he took Dr. Leather Jacket to the RV to style him. Sometimes he comes here to trade and I swear he's always in a business suit."

"I don't wanna ask Mud. He scares me," Lola says absently. She is indeed scared of Mud, but not in a way that necessitates action on the part of her or Billie.

"I heard he runs in a tuxedo and cummerbund. Like does his cardio in that get-up. Full top hat situation. That's what I heard."

"He is a little bit scary."

Billie tries to picture someone running in a tuxedo and cummerbund, but it just makes her picture the Penguin from Spider-Man running, which is kind of funny. "Maybe Blythe wanted to get him a top hat and monocle to complete his look. I bet the theatre troupe have those lying around somewhere."

"Oh I'm sure they do."

Lola pauses, thinking for a second.

"Would you feel a little better if we zhuzhed up your look? I mean you look great. Just saying. More zhuzh."

"What do you have in mind?" She looks intrigued and slightly less full of ennui.

"What if we dressed to a theme?" Lola smiles at Billie. "Could be lowkey, something only you and me would know about. But then we could kind of get into character."

"Hmmm." It's a good idea, but something to be taken seriously. If they are going to embrace a theme, it has to be a good one. Something worthy, and feasible.

Then, it occurs to her what the only real option is and should be. "Thelma & Louise."

"YES!" Lola almost snorts up her Ovaltine on the rocks in excitement. "SUNGLASSES. SCARF. TANK TOP."

She gives Billie a chocolatey smooch on the cheek. "YOU'RE A BRAIN GENIUS."

"We need more denim," She's taking mental notes of how many tops of hers have any denim at all. It's not a high number, but it'll have to do.

"Do we go by our heights to choose who is who?"

"I think it's funnier if you're Thelma and I'm Louise. Like, subverting the expectations of height."

"You're so right. And you can use the Halloween scarf for Louise and I've got that cute denim vest. It's perfect."

“Eeeeeeeee!” Lola jogs in place excitedly. “Perfect!” she repeats. “Time for an outfit change!”

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

END OF THE WORLD PARTY

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola

THE LOBBY: Billie + Lola