Tones (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mychambers) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} seventhstory,@ 2009-08-15 13:14:00 |
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WHO: A lot of folks.
WHAT: Truth or Dare.
WHERE: The Room of Requirement
WHEN: Saturday night, starting at 9:30 PM
RATING: I'll hazard a guess at PG-13 to R, depending on the dares
STATUS: Incomplete/Open.
A part of Evan was nervous. The very small, very often muted bit of him that was fidgety and quiet and logical thought that this situation couldn't possibly end well. There was no way in all the world that getting this many of his peers together in one room with a nigh-limitless supply of alcohol and a game designed at causing tension and awkward moments could ever, ever end well.
So, of course, the rest of Evan (the sarcastic, cruel, manipulative, dishonest, selfish, and immature part) thought it was a brilliant idea.
He had slipped down the halls of the castle completely undetected with the aid of those wonderful little sunglasses of his, and had even been in generous enough of a mood to bring a bottle of firewhiskey for the occasion. Evan checked his watch when he reached the room and found he was a bit early even for the pre-party meeting he and Katie had planned to ensure the room was quite settled by the rest of the group's arrival. He shrugged as he slipped in, picturing the ideal setup for this particular event as he crossed the stone threshold.
The room didn't disappoint. Evan smirked as he saw a circle of plump bean bags with a wide enough space in the middle for whatever theatrics the night's dares could include. The lighting was low and somber and flickered in a manner that almost reminded Evan of a campfire, and he was sure (though he had no way to test it) that no amount of sound from inside the room would be heard outside of it, no matter how loudly they laughed. Evan was fairly certain he'd thought of everything they'd need from the room, but his lingering doubts would remain until Katie arrived to offer a second opinion. He checked his watch and smirked. He had nothing to worry about. This was going to be fun.
[OOC: For the sake of simplicity and clarity, the initial chain of comments will be the entrances/greetings/pre-game drinking and hanging out, whilst the second chain (that I'm currently starting) will be the game itself.]
WHAT: Truth or Dare.
WHERE: The Room of Requirement
WHEN: Saturday night, starting at 9:30 PM
RATING: I'll hazard a guess at PG-13 to R, depending on the dares
STATUS: Incomplete/Open.
A part of Evan was nervous. The very small, very often muted bit of him that was fidgety and quiet and logical thought that this situation couldn't possibly end well. There was no way in all the world that getting this many of his peers together in one room with a nigh-limitless supply of alcohol and a game designed at causing tension and awkward moments could ever, ever end well.
So, of course, the rest of Evan (the sarcastic, cruel, manipulative, dishonest, selfish, and immature part) thought it was a brilliant idea.
He had slipped down the halls of the castle completely undetected with the aid of those wonderful little sunglasses of his, and had even been in generous enough of a mood to bring a bottle of firewhiskey for the occasion. Evan checked his watch when he reached the room and found he was a bit early even for the pre-party meeting he and Katie had planned to ensure the room was quite settled by the rest of the group's arrival. He shrugged as he slipped in, picturing the ideal setup for this particular event as he crossed the stone threshold.
The room didn't disappoint. Evan smirked as he saw a circle of plump bean bags with a wide enough space in the middle for whatever theatrics the night's dares could include. The lighting was low and somber and flickered in a manner that almost reminded Evan of a campfire, and he was sure (though he had no way to test it) that no amount of sound from inside the room would be heard outside of it, no matter how loudly they laughed. Evan was fairly certain he'd thought of everything they'd need from the room, but his lingering doubts would remain until Katie arrived to offer a second opinion. He checked his watch and smirked. He had nothing to worry about. This was going to be fun.
[OOC: For the sake of simplicity and clarity, the initial chain of comments will be the entrances/greetings/pre-game drinking and hanging out, whilst the second chain (that I'm currently starting) will be the game itself.]