Once you party with us

[knightime]

Characters: Dave Strider, the loser Homestucks with birthdays in December, Naminé, and everyone else who's in the Media Room at that time.
Setting: Media Room
Format: Either
Summary: Party in the media room. Look at all these stupid kids who have birthdays in December.
Warnings: Teenagers are dumb. Stupid shenanigans.

It wasn't really a proper party set-up. There were no decorations or anything that would signify it were a party. Dave didn't really have supplies or time to make anything and he wasn't really around to even plan anything in the first place.

Jason didn't really make it any easier by giving them only foodbars and water for this month either.

But he did try. He made those shitty paper ringlets to hang and he taped really crappy drawings of balloons to the walls. An attempt was made and he thinks his balloons are pretty fucking awesome anyways. It was a little sad. The list was a lot shorter than he anticipated. He ignored that nagging thought though. He didn't want to recall that a lot of his friends had left while he was gone.

Yeah, pretending that isn't a thing that happened.

Too busy admiring his really shitty attempt at birthday decorations.

Damn, he even made a cake. Ok. It wasn't really a cake. He mashed nutrition bars into a bowl with water and attempted to bake it. That...that didn't actually really come out like he hoped. Mostly, he put it in too long so the outside was completely burn yet the middle was still a really gross mush. No one was probably going to eat it. But it's the thought that counts...

It's a really gross fucking cake.

Obviously though, he should be in charge of birthdays all the time. "Fuck, I'm amazing at this." No, Dave. This is pretty shitty and you know it. You tried though. You tried.

[[OOC: Feel free to threadjack and mingle!]]

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[knightime]

[Dave was enjoying himself. It's been awhile since he's really relaxed and did normal teenager things like this. Well, he kind of did stupid teenager shit all the time, but it was less about forcing himself to do so and this time he was actually just acting his age.

But that didn't mean he wasn't observant. He always made sure that he can view the entrance into the room in case. Partly out of paranoia and partly just wanting to make sure that no one got hurt.

Dave was floating a few inches above ground for a moment, but he let himself drop back down to the floor, his face going from a smile to that of complete surprise. It could just be him overthinking, but the anime shades and just the way she held herself...the feeling she kind of radiated.]

[hellacious]

[She's being stared at.

She can just tell at this point in her life, and she makes sure her footing's firm and her stance is steady as she turns her head in the direction she can feel the stare coming from. She's not sure what she's expecting, but it's certainly not Dave, and certainly not Dave she's sure just dropped out of the air upon seeing her. Maybe it was her Dave, maybe it wasn't- but it was Dave, plain and simple, and it took a lot out of her not to actually grin at the sight of him.

Instead the corner of her mouth quirks in an undeniably Strider acknowledgement, hands coming out of her pockets and spreading outward.

Take a picture little bro, it'll last longer.]

[knightime]

[There's an obvious apprehensiveness exuding from Dave. Even if his face didn't move an inch, his shoulders stiffened and he definitely seemed uncomfortable.

The way she regarded him and reacted to him was enough for him to pick up that she was probably expecting some kind of response back. But...he wasn't sure what to do. If he acted like she was Bro, would it be the same? But he had to react quick, or it would be suspicious right on the get go.

But there was already a feeling of dread. Mostly the thought that another person he knew he cared or was going to care about was going to be stuck here.

For now, he approached her.] Fashionably late?

[hellacious]

[Ah.

Not her Dave.

Granted, it wasn't easy to tell- or it wouldn't have been, if she hadn't seen that subtly tense stance and the split-second hesitation before. She doesn't let it put her off though, and just smirks a little wider when he comes up to her.]

Please.

[Her hands settle back along her pockets, thumbs stuck into belt loops and shoulders slouching in an approximation of relaxation. Internally though, she's wondering just how much she must be weirding him out. Probably about as much as she is by all these Players being present, honestly.]

Ain't a party til I walk in.

[A very obvious and very Strider brushoff of the situation, trying to dispel the awkwardness with sheer willpower. When in doubt, pull the 'cool and unaffected' card.]

[knightime]

[Dave scoffs a bit. He forces himself to try and relax in her company. He'll slowly figure things out about her without being too blatant that he has only a vague idea of who she is by assumption.]

Excuse you, but you ain't the only person who knows how to party. Sorry to say, but this Strider is in the know of how to rock a party.

[Even if the decorations were juvenile and the cake he made wasn't really a cake. He tried and at least people seem to appreciate his work.] You better amp up your swag if you intend to become the life of the party.

[He is trying very hard too.]

[hellacious]

[What was that? Was that the clarion call of...]

Challenge accepted.

[She tips her cap up with a finger and leans down a little, smirking.]

But when you get out-swag'd and out-partied, just remember- you brought this on yourself.

[knightime]

I set up the party. I don't think you realize how out of your league you are.

[It's not the best party, but he still set it up. He is so proud of himself.]

Regret nothing.

[hellacious]

Oh snap, you put up this big shindig all by yourself?

[It's not the best party, no, but she's undoubtedly proud of him for even managing this much on his own in this place.]

We'll see about that. Any music around?

[knightime]

Well, yeah. Someone had to do it.

[And he's been here the longest.]

Welcome to the Media Room, where there's plenty of shit in here to keep you preoccupied. [Like the turntables. He motherfucking loves the turntables.]