Who: Marijuana, Heroin, LSD, Speed, Shrooms, Classic Rock, Ether, Laudanum, Flora, Noche, iPod, Pasithea, Raven, LGBTQ Culture, Media, Adonis, College, Icarus, the Democratic Party. Will edit as needed. NPCs: Dave, Cam, Wes, Matt (Marijuana), Mischa (Sato), Faith (Shrooms), Maria and Kris (Heroin). Where: Warehouse by the docks When: April 20th Warnings: Drugs (duh), alcohol, possible sexuality.
Cam had done some of his best work. Weed smoke slowly spewed from the ventilation system. The jungle gym was high up in the air, more a mess of ropes and swings and slides than a jungle gym, a thick, strong safety net hanging below. The warehouse was utterly huge and running along the walls in a perfect square was a deep trench, filled with flowing vodka, tinted green and ice cold. The stage was set up at one end, the rock climbing wall besides it and on the remaining three walls were three huge television screens, already playing muted tapes of Woodstock as 'Up in Smoke' filtered through the air.
The inner floor was a mess of curled paths around various areas. Giant champagne glasses were wrapped with plush chairs and couches, all green and low to the ground. Food was everywhere; popcorn, cotton candy, snowcone, nacho, pretzel and slurpee machines were placed at random between the couches. The mattress room was off to the side, down a hallway but Marijuana didn't plan on spending much time there anyway. There were dancers, but Marijuana wanted to play down the sex aspect of the party because he couldn't let himself betray Heroin with anyone today, not with his brothers, not with the mortals.
Marijuana, dressed in simple black jeans and a Radiohead t-shirt, stood in the middle of it all and spread his power out. Mental smoke settled over the entire location, forbidding violence aside from consensual sexual violence and that violence necessary to save a life. Marijuana's skin was already dark brown, his eyes were already green, his stem nails already curling, his hair already a rather odd mix of dirt and weed, his veins already stood out bright neon green. But... he wrapped himself in a cloud of invisible smoke made to trick the perception of others. His family would see through it, the stronger immortals might try but the mortals would remain unsuspicious.
It was still early, not even noon and Marijuana collapsed on one of the couches, closing his eyes and thinking of Heroin.