009 | ❝We are the champions...!❞

[pitiedthefool]

Characters: Anyone and everyone!
Setting: Floor Four, September 25th.
Format: Go wild with whatever!
Summary: EVERYBOOOOOOOOOOOOODY, YEAH, ROCK YOUR REAL BODIES OUT~
Warnings: Do we need warnings for partying? ...Naaaaaaaaaaaah.

So that last week had been hell, and they really should have seen it coming, but it's as they all say...

It was just another Tuesday in Tower What The Helsinki is Going On Here.

Unlike the private party, there are definitely plenty of decorations courtesy of the Amagi Inn heiress, and plenty of food thanks to those who offered to hunt for the event and the ones who could prepare what was caught and gathered. Really, everything's set. Even some alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks were clearly labeled (so please, don't spike the normal punch. There are kids here!).

So why was this all set up? Why, because they had succeeded in pissing in Jason's cornflakes and got him maaaaad figuring out the cure for the madness of the previous week with the clues that had been given. But wait, was there a birthday or two this month that had otherwise gone unnoticed? Well, why not celebrate them while celebrating their hard-earned victory? There's cards on a table for people to write down the lucky people who survived another year of this craziness, just waiting for well wishes (or not so, depending on if you like them or not).

Enjoy the night!


Feel free to tag into this however you please, whether it's something already on here, or you want to do something else. It's your party, guys... let loose and have fun with it!
As this goes on, we'll add them to the list. Enjoy the spoils of victory, people of the Animoo!
Mingle!
Birthday Silliness!
Games!

Comments

[marchwarden]

Only if you're willing to accept such a request.

[1/3]

[bewareofdog]

[bewareofdog]

[bewareofdog]

Eh...

Sure! Why the fuck not?!

[marchwarden]

[ After that brief moment of worrisome silence, it seems that Haldir won himself a new dancing partner after all. Far too shy for his own good to ask a maiden to dance with him, Haldir decided that Majima would be the best choice. After all, the Elf only knows a handful of people present at this party anyway. ]

Excellent! Now I certainly hope you won't disappoint me, scoundrel.

[bewareofdog]

Who do ya think yer talkin' to?

[ He reaches out to grab onto Haldir's wrist to start dragging him onto the dance floor. Who cares what song it is? Who cares? He was going to get his boogey on! ]

[marchwarden]

[ Normally, Haldir wouldn't shunned both the idea of dancing and the idea of being anywhere near Majima. However, for today and today only the Elf will tolerate both and actually learn to enjoy himself. ]

I'm speaking to you, aren't I?

[ Dragged out there in the middle of the dance floor for all to see, Haldir tries his best to look somewhat impressive while showcasing wild moves like this. Some people claim that being completely sloshed makes them better dancers. Unfortunately for Haldir that won't be the case here. ]

[bewareofdog]

Oy, at least it seems like yer havin' fun.

[ It is difficult to say even with that snide comment, who is dancing worse. But at least they have a lot of heart? ]

[marchwarden]

[ While it's a known fact that neither of them will be able to live down tonight's shenanigans, Haldir honestly doesn't seem to care about that now. He will later once the morning comes but as of right now, the march warden is as carefree as he could be. ]

I would be enjoying my time here more if you danced better.

[bewareofdog]

Hey... you want me to kick yer ass out here instead?

[marchwarden]

Now don't you start with that needless bravado.

[bewareofdog]

[ His arms flop around in a manner that looks like a chicken as he stares a little annoyed at Haldir. ]

These are choice moves.

[marchwarden]

[ The Elf rolls his eyes at him. ]

You resemble more of a chuckling rooster than a dancer, Majima.

[bewareofdog]

Don't bitch about my dancin' when you asked me to dance!

[marchwarden]

I'm not complaining, I'm merely critiquing.

[bewareofdog]

Dance big or go home!

That's the only critique I care about!

[marchwarden]

[ A dramatic sigh escaped Haldir once Majima started to bark at him for less than impressed opinions. Deciding to change the conversation here and now, Haldir decided he'll just show Majima what good dancing is all about. ]

Oh, I shall. Just give me one moment, if you will.

[ Spotting a nearby table covered in a random assortment of dishes, food and drink, Haldir suddenly rushed over towards it in glee. ]

Behold your gaze upon this, fool! I shall show you what it means to dance big.

[ Right then and there, Haldir hoisted himself onto the table with unsteady ease. ]

[bewareofdog]

[ Majima takes a step back and stops the flailing about which he calls dancing to stare after Haldir. There is a part of him that thinks that he should get the elf down -- the part of him that would smack his boys upside the head when they were getting too out of hand.

But -- but -- ]

Haldir ain't one my boys. So, he can do what he likes. [ And walks over to help him up on the table. ]

[unexculpable]

[That was a little less than graceful there, Haldir. Strange coming from someone usually so poised. He crosses his arms, popping a chip in his mouth as he watches.]

Doing ok there, Haldir?

[marchwarden]

[ Despite the fact that Majima is trying to help him up, Haldir swats his hands away almost violently before attempting to stand. Feeling as if he's just climbed the highest peak of the Misty Mountains, Haldir looks down once he heard someone call his name. ]

Begone, you! I'm quite well! Can't you see that?

[ ...Yeah, he's really drunk. ]

[technologic]

[Yeah, April was content to just watch and laugh at all this, but a liiiiitle bit of fun won't hurt, right?

Which is why she casually walks up to the table, making sure to approach where Haldir can't see her, and she lifts one boot-clad foot to press against the edge of the table. She's only tilting it so that no food or anything falls off, except possibly the elf standing on the table, since she wants to see how balanced he really is.]

[marchwarden]

All of you shall kneel before me--AH!?

[ When Haldir isn't drunk after drinking absurd amounts of punch spiked by a certain mischievous elfling, the march warden has impeccable balance. However, in this current state the poor Elf can't handle being knocked off his balance for now. That's why as soon as she tipped the table just a bit, Haldir slid off ungracefully and crashed right against the floor in a heap. ]

...ahh...oww...

[ After nearly falling face first against the floor, the poor march warden could be seen clutching his head in sheer agony. ]

[unexculpable]

[Ed's not saying a word, April. Don't worry. He gives her the briefest of glances, a smirk curling his lip.

3...

2...

1...

BAM.

One drunk elf was on the floor and the only thing Ed could do was laugh. Hard.]

O-oh. Oh yeah, you're-- pfffft -- absolutely fine.

[keeps_count]

[I'm not an elfling!! I'm three thousand years old, dammit!!

And laughing at Haldir's expense as he tumbles off the table. He just cannot contain himself any longer. As if watching him dance with Majima wasn't hilarious enough, he had to dance on the table and then fall off.

Lesson learned: Haldir + alcohol = shenanigans.

So the prince will quickly rush over after the fall, because yes he is worried. That kind of fall does hurt.]

Haldir!

[technologic]

[April gives a laugh when Haldir falls off the table, before crouching down near him to make sure he's okay.]

Sorry Haldir, but you really shouldn't stand on tables. It never ends well.