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Tweak says, "I want a pogo stick. "

ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴄᴄᴀʟʟ (caalypso) wrote in commandhq,
@ 2018-06-08 16:47:00

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aaron sandoval, alika dixon, amber mccall, carly cassidy, chloe deacon, gabe eldridge, goldie keen, grey street, henry hughes, jade hensley, jamie rowan, jason winter, jonathan ryland, jp allen, kathryn dalley, kelly deacon, kyra lawson, marigold martin, noah anderson, p: lindsey, p: mena, p: mj, p: roxi, raven pereira, simon fitch, stephanie mendoza, summer fitch, susan wright, warren lewis, waverley rowan, will mccall, ~alex montega, ~francis taylor, ~josiah taylor, ~lovelie davis, ~valentine johnson, ~xavier chambers

WHO Everyone
WHAT Post-death, post-trauma, post-excitement party to blow off some steam for everyone on the base
WHEN Forward-dated to Saturday June 16th (night)
WHERE Leisure rooms, etc (if people wander off).
RATING Please mark your threads if they start to veer into mature territory

In the wake of the tragedies at Limbo, the party had seemed extremely trivial – maybe even a little inappropriate. But since everything had already been ordered, and people seemed to need something to cheer them up now more than ever, Amber and Chloe had forged ahead, and spent the entire Saturday decorating, preparing, baking, and arranging. By the time they were done with the leisure rooms, they were decked out with multi-coloured lights and cheeky neon signage, tables overflowing with snacks, baked goods, soda and water bottles, tubs full of ice that were brimming with all kinds of liquor, and speakers blasting decidedly very upbeat music meant to inspire fellow residents to shake off their troubles (if possible) and dance.

C1 (the entertainment room) skewed blue and purple. The gaming consoles were left hooked up, in case anyone wanted to get into some drunk Mario Kart battles in-between all the massive amounts of tasty snacks set up around the room. C2 (the movie theatre) had films set up for the entire night and a table full of beer and coolers prepared inside -- people would be able to happily enjoy Animal House, The Hangover, 21 Jump Street, Wedding Crashers, Oldschool and Superbad into the wee hours of the morning. C3 (the old fashioned game room) leaned towards a red motif -- all kinds of low lighting and much gentler music to allow people to talk and enjoy mellower company. And, of course, there remained plenty of floor space in case anyone decided to break out Twister. C4 (activity suite) was transformed into the closest thing to a club they could manage within their means and had the most impressive speaker system, leaving plenty of room for people to dance. C5 (the laser tag room) was decked out for karaoke -- assuring that anyone who wanted to embarrass themselves in public absolutely could, all with the benefit of some beautiful, bright yellow spotlights.

[OOC: this is posted ahead to give you more time to play the event out before it passes in real time. Everyone who lives, works, etc. at the facility would be able to stop into this thing at any point. Have fun!]

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Outside Leisure Rooms | Marigold + Will

sevenless
2018-06-24 06:23 pm UTC (link)

"Is that why the psych team here is so," She looked to the ceiling for the word, as if it'd be waiting there hanging, spider-like,by a gossamer thread for her to be annoyed at for holding itself over her head. And for the word gossamer. "Extensive?" Her chin came back down as she felt the mood shift slightly. There was that undercurrent. Marigold wondered what he had lost-- who he had lost. Everyone lost things when they were taken. A lot of things. An endless list of things they all added to each day as they discovered something else, big or small, that had been removed from their lives. It was what the Regiment did. It chipped, or tore, or ripped, or slowly buffed away at you; in any way it could. But losing someone was different. That did something else to you in places like these. She didn't ask. She looked at her hands again. Steady.

She remembered a time when they could still shake.

"That would be weird." Marigold agreed, "I don't usually go for the tattoo until the third run-in. Then it's buzz," She mimicked holding a tattoo machine and swished it through the air, "Right on the ass, with a flower or an anchor to keep it traditional. Classy." She informed him primly, circling her beer back around for a long drink. Her brain was beginning to produce more pleasant sensations than it had been generating in the moments before. His mention of grief didn't take the edge off, though she recognized that it should have. She shrugged. "It'd be the only thing they'd get to have a proper burial for." She noted, not entirely kindly, but breathed deeply so she had the air to expel the bitterness lingering in the back of her throat, waiting for comments like that to ride out on.

Marigold made a neutral, thoughtful noise in response, not wanting to pile the pessimism on him when he was riding what looked to have been, before her interference, a pleasant high. She laughed as he rubbed his forehead, but made a conscious effort to reel it in when he showed it to be a sore spot. "I like Will better anyway." Her serious expression was cracking again, before she could stop it. "Jesus. Cricket never had a lot of positive things to say about your mother either, but she never actively disparaged her vagina." Marigold pressed a hand over her lips to keep in a laugh. It was not as effective as she'd hoped. "Thank you, Will. Seems like I'm not off to a great start, anyway."

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