If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-01-09 12:51:00 |
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Current music: | Comfortably Numb- Pink Floyd |
Who: Marijuana, LSD, Ecstasy, Meth(?), Twitter, Sloth, Eris, Dave Henderson and Cam Harper (Marijuana's NPCs). Also open for random drop-ins from curious mortals and immortals alike. The music will be rather loud.
Where: The Highway, Manhattan.
When: Friday, one in the afternoon and continuing throughout the weekend.
Rating/Warnings: R for drug use. Will update as needed
Notes: Takes place before the LSD/Ares thread. Posting order for the major characters in the thread will be figured out over AIM. Drop-ins feel free to post whenever. XD
The Highway was practically unrecognizable. Most of the shelves and merchandise were banished to the basement and the floor to ceiling shelves that lined the walls were locked and protected with shatter-proof glass. The shades were drawn to ward off the sun (they didn't want to be able to tell what time it was) and there were only a few sources of light in the room. There were green and purple black lights lining the walls, icicle Christmas lights going in circles around and around the room, taped up to the walls. However, the biggest source of light was coming from the gigantic lava lamp in the center of the room and it was glowing, pulsing with bright green floaty bubbles against a purple backdrop. Branching out from the lava lamp were various semi circles of pillows, blankets, small mattresses and low chairs and couches. It created an almost maze-like effect that fanned out and covered the entire lower level and made sure that if anyone wanted to just veg out for a bit, they never had to go far. The counter had been turned into a bar to be manned by Dave, the cash register gone and replaced with three bar fridges underneath the counter, humming quietly and containing all the booze one could want.
There was a gigantic TV in one of the corners, set to play Alice in Wonderland in a repeated loop, just for Harmony. Marijuana had managed to find four office water coolers and they were littered among the blankets and pillows; one filled with a mix of rum and coke, one filled with orange juice and vodka, one filled with whiskey and coke and the other filled to the brim with straight scotch. There were bright green laundry baskets littering the chill area as well, containing bags of weed, hash and hash oil, acid, ecstasy, mushrooms, cocaine, crack, heroin, meth, ketamine and even some ether he'd managed to dig up somewhere, along with all the associated paraphernalia. The upstairs still looked normal and that's the way Marijuana wanted it. The main floor would house the main party and the upstairs would be off limits to all mortals, a place where the gods could enjoy the presence of their own kind.
It was an hour after the party had started, Marijuana watching the various mortals throughout the room; his drug runners, their friends and other small time drug dealers that weren't technically his runners but had his permission to operate in his territory. He was sure that Candy and Trip were upstairs doing who knew what and thus he was back behind the counter with Dave, keeping an eye on things and downing beer after beer. The power already building up from the party was thick in the air, the combination of the mortals' usage and the presence of the drug god family turning it into an intoxicating mix. Dave sparked up a joint and had Marijuana in almost hysterical laughter within a minute, telling him about some mix-up with a stripper, a drag queen and a horse.
Pink Floyd blared through the speakers, mortals consumed drugs and Marijuana couldn't help but smirk as he looked out over his worshipers. Life was good.