If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-07-07 18:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | ketamine, marijuana, salvia, speed |
Who: Marijuana and NPCs. Open to anyone who replied to this post or anyone who just wants to come and watch.
What: Inebriated Laser Tag!
Where: Laser tag complex, Manhattan.
When: July seventh, afternoon to evening.
Warnings: Language, pretend violence, drugs and alcohol.
Notes: I breezed by the actual game play, this starts at the aftermath and could stand as a narrative. However, no posting order, really, just feel free to thread amongst yourselves and if you want to thread with MJ or his NPCs, just stick in in the subject line!
It had taken a lot of money to rent out the entire complex and send all the staff home. Quite a lot of money and Marijuana's signature on several forms that stated he would be held responsible for any damage and any lost business that was incurred as a result of that damage. But Marijuana had plenty of money and signatures weren't an issue so when those that accompanied him from the Highway poured into the lobby and looked around at the arcade games with grins on their faces, Marijuana had known it was worth it. Of course, the lobby wasn't the main draw and, once Cam had figured out the technical details and gotten everyone suited up with guns and armour, the game began. Cam had also managed to plug in Marijuana's iPod to the sound system and throbbing heavy metal, with some Syd Barrett spliced throughout, rang out through the complex as the players fanned out, shooting at each other wildly and pausing only to drink and imbibe the drug or drugs of their choice. Soon enough, the games ended up being decided by which team managed to gain control of the large tower that rose in the center of the complex, as the team who controlled it merely had to pick off the people in the maze below and attempt to hold their territory against those who would attack from the ground. And when all was said and done, for the moment, at least, each team had won an even amount of games and some of the lights were turned back on so the players could see each other as they relaxed at the top of the tower, breaking up into little groupings and chatting happily about the fun they were having and, in some cases, breaking out into arguments over allegedly unfair tactics. Marijuana had helped Wes and Angel carry all of the booze out into the course, which meant that they all could drink as they relaxed.
Marijuana, sitting up on the low fence that barricaded the tower and served as cover for those shooting down from the height, took a swig of beer and latched his arm tighter around Cam's shoulder. To get his mortals together and invite his family along on an excursion that, really, was merely a way for him to distract himself from the fact that Heroin was spending the day with Morphine and Cocaine, could be considered a tad selfish, but he was allowed to be selfish and everyone was having fun. Who did it hurt? Only wincing slightly as a Syd Barrett song began to play over the sound system, he took a look around at his family and friends. Tommy was lazing on his stomach, kicking his legs back and forth in the air as he argued loudly with Wes about the time they'd tried to take Marijuana down, Bryn was sprawled over Tommy's bodyguard, shooting the occasional glance over at Cam, who was resolutely ignoring her, and Matt slipped back up into the tower after retrieving his meth stash from his bag in the lobby. Yes, Marijuana thought as his gaze moved over to his siblings, this was a good way to spend a day fraught with memories of Syd and jealousy over what Heroin could be doing with Cocaine. Soon, they could shuffle up the teams and start again, soon, Marijuana would get up and socialize with his siblings, but he was getting more intoxicated and Cam's shoulder was a good place to rest his head. Soon.