❝friendship affirmation party❞

[guiltapalooza]

Characters: LOTS OF PEOPLE just look at the tags, gosh. Start your own threads, hop into others, and generally be free with your tagging decisions.
Setting: Floor 4, the one with the big glass windows and lots of couches.
Format: Action tags!
Summary: Clearly what the tower needs right now is a party, and Willow and Aradia have thrown one.
Warnings: Nada. Good clean fun.

[It's never exactly a clear day around this floor of the tower, but the billowing clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows are maybe a bit lighter and fluffier. There's a positive atmosphere spread across the whole level, mostly from the colorful lights sprinkled here and there, magical in nature and of all different colors. They glow like small fairies.

But the biggest pieces in the room are the couches and armchairs, strategically laid out in different circles, with tables in the center. Snacks and drinks stolen from the kitchen are on the tables, so nothing too spectacular-- but there are several batches of baked goods that Willow's made, cookies and brownies and so on. There's also some board games and decks of cards placed here and there, the obvious Earth ones included and some not so obvious other ones that she hadn't recognized.

Anyone who wants to is welcome to show up, whether invited or not, whether they know Willow or Aradia or not. Fun is going to be had, darn it. However, everyone on the floor, just for today, is privy to an anti-violence ward that will prevent any motions toward violence from completing. A punch won't land, psychic powers mysteriously won't do anything if they try to cause harm, and so on. As the tower is not fond of being affected in any way, this is an effect the characters have put on them from crossing the threshold from the stairwell, and it will be automatically removed when they leave. It is not noticeable unless they try something or are particularly sensitive to magic.

It also won't last forever, so if you really want to get into a fight, do it while the party's winding down. Willow's wards are good but they aren't up to altering-the-tower-without-major-consequences level, and she's made them mild enough to wear off on their own after several hours.

You're really here to have fun, though, right? You knew where to go because of the network post.]

Comments

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno made a face when Gamzee tongued the brownie- what the hell man. This guy was always full of surprises.

But he laughs when Gamzee calls him a star monkey.]

I'm chill, only missin' some cakes. Y'know, just sitting here enjoying the sights.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee's eyes wander around some more, stopping to focus on particular things, and on nothing at all. He spaces out sometimes, leaving them in an awkward silence that drags on for an uncomfortable amount of time.]

Yeahhhhh... shit's all to be wicked fuckin' bitchin' up in here. Make a brother want to get his motherfucking zone on something all harsh.

[His eyes light up a little, suddenly struck with an idea.]

Heyyy, brother, you like pie?

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno had gotten comfortable while Gamzee spaced out, resting his head on his arms.

Agh, no no no, not the pie again. That stuff creeped him out.]

Can't say I do. 'Sides, I just ate.

[hystericull]

[A shrug of his knobby shoulders. Ah, well.]

No fuckin' sweat, brother. More for this motherfucker, hahaha!

[He suddenly vaulted over the back of the couch, plopping down roughly next to Reno and dropping the tin of slime on his own polka-dotted legs. He leaned to the side curiously, sticking his face right next to Reno's.]

What all other food they got to be gettin' the fuck on what's at here?

[midgarhorizon]

Didn't really check, I just grabbed stuff. [Reno gave the slime pie a face on the sly.]

What the hell is that stuff anyway?

[hystericull]

[Gamzee looked to the pie affectionately.]

Sopor pie, motherfucker! Made all up out of miracles and love, it fuckin' is!

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno was not about to touch that stuff with a ten meter pole.]

What the fuck does it taste like?

[hystericull]

[So much for ten meters, because it was suddenly shoved in Reno's face, obnoxiously close to his nose, with a grinning, psychotic clown not far behind.]

Tastes all like you should motherfuckin' get the see all on of that shit for your motherfucking self, it all does!

[midgarhorizon]

[Uh, shit. Reno turned a little green to match the sopor, and edged away from it.]

Damn, Gamzee, warn a guy before you do that.

[hystericull]

Sorry, motherfucker.

[He chuckled, bringing the pie tin back, but just a little. The goop still remained right up in Reno's grill.]

This all a better distance for a brother to all get his motherfucking try out on of this shit?

[midgarhorizon]

[No, Gamzee, that isn't going to work. Reno could handle a lot but that stuff was- oh. god.

He got up, clapping a hand to his mouth and ran.]