❝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

[hystericull]

[It's hard to differentiate between Gamzee himself and the Gamzee that this Eridan is referring to. Mainly because he had way too much of said "odd pie" before coming to this party. He'd left a tin of it around here somewhere, too...]

Ain't nothin' to get my harsh on at you for, brother. We all gotta be up and following the noise what the miracle little bloodpusher be fuckin' telling in us all, you fuckin' dig? Each got our own stardusted motherfucking path to get the tread on down, yeah?

[He smiled lazily, sleepily.]

All get at the same motherfucking paradise at the end, yo.

[wwaterboy]

[Yeah...it really is hard to differentiate between this Gamzee and the one he knows. He smiles shyly and reaches up, resting his hand on Gamzee's arm]

You're right about that, I think.

[hystericull]

[The touch was unexpected, but not unwelcome. It was just interesting to see an Eridan that looked like his Eridan and spoke like his Eridan to act so... different. Caring. Not to say his Eridan wasn't a dope motherfucker - they'd kicked the shit a few times, slammed all the noise out like a couple of bros all up and would. His Eridan just had a lot more problems to complain about, and wasn't really interested in trying to reassure anyone else when it came to their own.

Gamzee's eyes slid half-mast again, relaxing into the friendly gesture.]

Can't say that all be the motherfucking response I been expectin' outta you, motherfucker. For fuckin' sure.

[wwaterboy]

[Eridan withdrew his hand as if he'd been burned, and cursed inwardly. This isn't his Gamzee, and for all that he looks like him and seems like him, he probably doesn't want a lowblood like Eridan getting up in his business]

Wwell, it's the response you got.

[hystericull]

[Oh. That... wait. He fucked something up here, although he wasn't quite sure what at the moment. Frowning at the sudden loss of contact, Gamzee's head bobbed between Eridan's retracted hand and his face, trying to figure out just what had transpired, exactly.]

Whoa, whoaaa, flippy-floppy fishbro. Ain't no needing to be gettin' a brother's hasty defense on with another brother, yo. This motherfucker ain't all gonna up and get his harsh on or no motherfucking noise what's all like that way. Thought we was gettin' our friendlies on with each other, huh?

[wwaterboy]

[Eridan fiddles with his scarf, instead.] I'm just sayin', I'm not that Eridan you knoww. I'vve met him, an he's a highblood douchebag as bad as any goldblood I'vve evver met, and he gavve me a hell of a fuckin' bad reputation wwith a lot a people wwho hadn't evven met me.

[hystericull]

[An amused puff of air snorts through Gamzee's nostrils at Eridan's colorful description of his friend. There's a humored smile to follow, coupled with the crinkling of his eyes as he tries to hold back a chuckle. His attempts are in vain.]

Thinkin' you're all at hittin' the proverbial motherfucking nail on it's motherfuckin' head, you all are.

[His smile doesn't fade a bit as he continues, a little gentler this time.]

But I'm all to also be up in the motherfucking believingness what's ain't no motherfucker have nothin' to be like, gettin' its proceed on of their fuckin' selves that ain't nothin' I all ain't to be seein' with my motherfucking lookstubs nor bein' all shoved the fuck up in a brother's own sponge clots, you feel me?

[wwaterboy]

[It took a second, but when he works through Gamzee's colourful manner of speech, he nods and his lips uptick into a smile]

I feel you, brother.

[hystericull]

[He laughs, more heartily now, throwing his arm over Eridan's shoulders. Never mind if the guy had been jumpy just moments prior.]

Hahaha! Yeah, that's what I be spinnin' the ill motherfucking noise up at, yo!

You're all right, my brother. Got the miracle noise all up in you, that you fuckin' do.

[wwaterboy]

[He's still a little stiff, mostly because they're in public, but he leans against Gamzee anyway, feeling somewhat content with all this]

Wwell, a course I do. I'm practically a fuckin' miracle in myself. [He's joking]

[hystericull]

[Now that sounded more like the Eridan he was used to! He laughed to himself, obviously quite content with pulling a near-stranger against him and having a nice moment of cuddly space-invasion.]

Now you be fuckin' gettin' it, motherfucker! Like you be my old bro, but you all ain't at the same motherfucking time! It's a fucking straight-up miracle, plain as fuck, is what the motherfuck that all is.

[He smirks.]

But, you be gettin' the shit squared away in the ol' pan what's much fuckin' better than my fishbro do. Looks all like other me got to explainin' the shit what's mother fucking more properly than I all was to fuckin' be doin'.

[wwaterboy]

[Eridan leans in, pretty comfortable, though not as loose and comfortable as Gamzee. He'll need a bit of alcohol for that.]

Wwell, obvviously on account a I wwas raised right.