towerofanimus | Once you party with us

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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Are trolls with nubby horns have blood pressure problems? Of course I do! Chandel is... [He looks around the room.] Some...where. Floating around. Ah! There she is. Hey! CHANDEL! COME HERE! [There's a ghostly-sounding coo as a small white and purple blur zooms across the room and collides with the side of John's face, giggling. John responds by poking at her a bit with his index finger.]

Yes, I love you too but quit that for a second okay? Here, look, you need to meet this guy. [He gestures to John, which causes Chandel's eyes to go wide. With a squeak, she abandons one John's face for another. Though instead of colliding, she's opting to poke and prod and muss up his hair a little. How is this even possible, she doesn't know but she's not questioning.] Chandel is a Litwick. I will give you a moment before I bring the others out. Trust me, you will thank me for not siccing Tron and Chandel on you at the same time.

[Wow John so did not pay attention far enough into Pokemon to know what the fuck that is. But he smiles anyway.]

[And then he is being assaulted with affection, and he starts laughing and sort of floating backward to try and evade, though without much luck.] Wow, jeez, friendly little thing!!

[It's okay. This John has only ever played blue version so he had no idea what she was at first either.]

Aha, yeah. Juuust a little bit. Don't worry though, she won't hurt you or anything.

[JUST STAND STILL AND LET HER LOVE YOU. STOP FLOATING AWAY.]

[Blue version. Figures.]

I didn't figure as much. This doesn't exactly-- pffft, ahahah. --seem like aggressive behavior. [He finally settles to stand on his feet instead of floating so he stops moving, and lets her love on him to her heart's content.]

[Chandel coos happily. LET THE LOVING UPON COMMENCE. At least for a couple of minutes. She calms down eventually, settling on John's shoulder and smiling happily. This is great.]

[John can't help but laugh a little as he removes three red and white balls from the band of his fanny pack.]

Okay, brace yourself! [He tosses all three balls at once to reveal three more ghosts: a Dusknoir, Haunter, and Rotom. The Dusknoir does nothing other than just...stare and float and look slightly menacing because holy crap it's a giant, seven foot reaper thing. The Haunter cackles, stretching its disembodied arms because DAMN does it feel good to be out of there. And the Rotom...]

[Well, he stands still for approximately half a second before buzzing all over the damn place, whirring and buzzing away. What's over here, oh no wait, over here, no holy shit look at this! Another John! OH NO WAIT LOOK THERE'S A TV OVER THERE. Oh but wait another John. CD PLAYER!!!!]

[Seems like it's just impossible for the little bugger to sit still for more than maybe two seconds.]

The big guy here is Elliot, he's a Dusknoir. And over there is Slimer, I assume i don't have to tell you what he is. Aaaand the little blue and orange blur is Tron, my Rotom. And there you have it, these are all the Pokebuddies our hosts felt like allowing me to keep.

[Critter on his shoulder holy crap. John is having such a hard time not grinning like an idiot. There's a fucking Pokemon on his shoulder.]

[At the inclusion of the other 'mon, Haunter is the only one that John immediately recognizes. He's an oldschool Pokemon'er, and is really only actively familiar with the first 150. But he definitely looks a little alarmed by the Dusknoir. Wow, John, why do you have one of those. That's sort of creepy.]

[But he's quickly distracted by the Rotom and it's flitting around all ADHD-like, trying to keep his eyes on it but mostly failing. When John introduces each of the creatures, Elliot is offered a slight nod of his head.]

Erm, hi. Elliot, Slimer, and Tron.

Edited 2012-12-20 22:37 (UTC)

[He has one because it's the best goddamn ghostdad a kid could ask for. That's why. Look, He's giving you a head nod back. So there are two master Johns now, nothing to lose your shit over. It's all good.]

[Slimer cackles once more and moves over to ruffle John's hair and pull on his cheeks a little. That...that is probably approval. Or as close as you're going to get to it with this guy. tron disappears into one of the TVs. WOW WHAT A TEAM OF WINNERS, AM I RIGHT?]

Slimer, stop that! I assure you his face is every bit as stretchy as mine. You don't need to test that.

[Oh, okay. That returned nod makes John chuckle softly. Okay, maybe the creepy reapermon isn't that bad.]

[And then his face is abruptly being mangled by a Haunter, and he makes a funny sound that might be laughter, but it's hard to tell with his cheeks being stretched out like that.]

Hiii, Slhhrrr. Stahh thhh. [Translation; Hi, Slimer. Stop that.]

[There's more cackling as Slimer finally releases John's face...only to give him a big slobbery lick up his face.]

[Charming. Let's just hope that John can feel his face after that.]

[John sighs and calls Slimer back to his ball before the ghost has a chance to zoom away and cause more trouble. This is why you had to stay in the ball for the party, Slimer. This is why.]

So yeah, that's all of them that I have with me. Slimer and Tron really suck at the first impression thing but I promise they really aren't that bad. [Speaking of, guess who just poked his head out of the TV and is now going back inside the ball because of it? One little hyperactive spazzghost, that's who.]

[Oh, oh ew. Euuuugh, aw gross augh it tingles gross.]

[John's face reflects all of these reactions, though it stays mostly in one expression.]

[Eventually he deigns to draw his hands down his face, uttering a quiet yechh as he does so.]

Heh. Actually I'd say they're all pretty cool. Reaperdude is a little spooky, but I guess it's no different than accidentally running into Dave's brother and having an argument about eating his shitty cake. [He eyes Elliot warily for a moment.] Which, I, ahm. Sincerely hope you won't opt to reenact, Elliot.

Once you party with us

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i am sorry tags are so slow my job is kicking my ass

it's cool, totally understand that. my job attempts to eat me alive from time to time.

this took me entirely too long.

no shhhhhh

lays on the floor

/pokes with a stick

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