j a z z m c n a m a r a ❣ p s y c h e (ex_thesoul253) wrote in monte_logs, @ 2012-04-01 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucifer, odin, psyche |
Characters: Anyone who wants to play werewolf!
Date/Time: 1st April; 8pm & on!
Location: The Woods~
Rating: R; Who knows what will go down?
Warnings: Nonsense, possible intoxication, mention of marijuana, etc.
Summary: It's werewolf time!
[ooc; Reposted because I was doing it from my phone last time and that was just not working.]
To say that Jazz was excited would be an understatement. She honestly hadn't thought that she would be able to assemble a game of werewolf on such short notice and get the response she had. Usually, back home, when she and her friends got the hankering for the game they either had to plan it all out way in advance or just accept that it would have to be a pathetic number that inevitably lead to the world's shortest game. It was an effort to pick a time that everyone was available and willing to agree to, on top of organizing the general run-down of how things were to go. Now, she wasn't going to go to the full length of the what was really needed for the game (all the minor details were thrown out and simplicity was opted for--it was going to essentially be a game of tag tonight) which had helped, but it was still impressive to think she had managed to wrangle everything together as quickly as she had.
Of course, it did help that her brother had made his own announcement, urging people to attend, but she wasn't going to admit that to, much less thank, him.
After she had undressed from the "swanky" look she wore earlier at brunch, taken a shower and redressed, Jazz began to assemble and collect things together for the evening. Food was the first on her list. Money in hand, she had hurried down to the local shop and stocked up on whatever looked good and what was cheap (she had been sure to collect the few things that had been requested, as well as a litany of cupcakes and cookies for everyone to enjoy). And after she had found some old blankets to use, packed up everything (as best she could) and put on her hat, Jazz was ready to go!
It had been an interesting and near-tragic task to carry everything and her first aid kit (shit often went down at these things, she had learned to always be prepared) from her dorm all the way out to the woods. But she worked it and got there in good time to set up and, even, had a moment to find a moment to smoke before anyone got there. She usually wasn't into anything but the purest of pure oil, but she wasn't about to bring her favorite pieces out to the woods and possibly lose or forget them. Furthermore, she didn't want the wrong someone to see it and flip shit or somewhat. That was drama she didn't want to deal with right now; this was supposed to be a fun night, no nonsense. Of course, that might have been asking too much, but it was her birthday (almost) and she was going to demand it.
Rubbing her eyes as the high set in, she tore open a bag of pretzels and began nibbling on them as she waited for people to arrive. She was ready to get this game on already!