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Richie Trashmouth Tozier ([info]trashmouthloser) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-12-26 11:06:00

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Entry tags:beverly marsh, eddie kaspbrak, nyx ulric, octavio silva, richie tozier, stanley uris, tony stark (avac)

Who: Losers et al. But basically anyone can show up, lbh
What: Partying in Tozier Style
Where: The Losers House
When: Dec 25th





The halls were decked. Balls were out. Whatever. Richie had tried decorating to his best ability, which had been slightly hampered by his lack of know how — years and years as a live-alone bachelor didn’t tend to make a guy decorate his house much — and by the lack of a general store in which to get decorations. Still, those doors had come in clutch, for the most part. There was a little fake tree (and some presents underneath, even!) and plenty of strung up lights and Richie had made sure to put mistletoe in literally every doorway because he was a chaotic monster on a goddamned mission, okay.

As promised there were drinks. And snacks. And chicken tenders (well made by Beverly) and Mac and Cheese (not quite as well made by Richie, but he’d tried and therefore no one could criticize him) and some other holiday stuff.

But the dance party was the appeal here and Richie, with his absurd amount of records and even more now that he’d gotten some for Christmas, was fucking ready with a stack curated specifically for the holiday. And, of course, with Stan in mind too.

Christmas in Hollis was blaring, he somehow had two drinks in hand, and Rich was fucking ready for whatever the night was going to bring.


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Octane // OTA
[info]ridetheoctrain
2019-12-27 04:34 pm UTC (link)
Octane was literally party crashing. He knew Beverly in the sense they literally had run into each other. (Okay, he ran into her.) Though he had shared conversations with Richie one maybe twice. SO, Octane decided he had every invite to come party crash. Plus more the merrier, right?!

Octavio was mingling about, not staying in one spot longer than a few minutes. Dressed in clothes from his adventure with Klaus, he was most of all sporting that wicked cool mug he got from his Secret Santa.

Sipping the hot chocolate he came with, he poked about the house looking for nothing particular. Just idle hands, devil's work, that whole thing. "Hrm." He hummed at himself looking at nothing while sipping at his drink. "Food." He announced as he made his way to where food was laid out. Not looking who was at the table of snacks, Octane squeezed himself up to it. "Perdóneme." He announced taking up a plate to gather snacks, before realizing his immediate dilemma. One hand held plate. One hand held mug. No hands top gather snacks. "Dios mio.." He muttered to himself. "Why would man be made with two hands, when there is snacks to be held?" Octane questioned.

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Octane | Tony the little
[info]campusking
2019-12-28 01:57 am UTC (link)
He'd been a little surprised to be invited to the party, but on the other hand kind of ridiculously pleased all a the same time. Sure it wasn't a huge affair, but maybe that made it more special. The parties they usually had was everyone invited, but this felt a little bit like people had been chosen for a reason and Tony - well he loved that sort of thing. Especially when he sometimes felt a little like he was still struggling to fit in.

But here he was at a party and having a good time, he needed to pull Eddie away at some point of course, but that could wait first there was food and that seemed like an important place to start. Of course in the midst of his taking some mac and cheese and chicken tenders, someone else felt like this was the best starting point too.

"You oughta look into a bot." Tony said without really thinking about it, after all what would Tony do if he needed a third hand? Build one of course. "I mean that or like.... balance stuff?" He suggested rather unhelpfully, but since he just had the plate and one free hand Tony could talk all the shit he liked.

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Octane | Littlest Tony
[info]ridetheoctrain
2019-12-28 03:44 pm UTC (link)
Looking over, Octane just blinked. Get a bot? He was bot right? Looking at his legs he considered the ramfacation of if he were to blow his arms of next and get Ajay to build him some new cool arms. Maybe ones that could do multiple things for him. Then he'd have to do a new stunt. Then get another grenade. Then convince Ajay- welp- that plan was a bust.

She wasn't even here.

Strike one for that plan. So how was he going to get a third arm that was robotic and get it to do as he needed, so he could get his snacks from this table. Then he remembered the person. The one who mentioned the bot to start with. Looking over to the person. "What?" He blinked a little at the man. "I stopped listening." He admitted with slight chuckle. It wasn't exactly on purpose, but once he got going, it was really hard to stop him. Though, Octane started taking his unhelpful tip and started balancing things the best he could to get at the snacks.

"Whatchu know about bots?" Octane asked casually while juggling all the things in his hands while getting at those chicken tenders.

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Octane | Lil Tony
[info]campusking
2019-12-29 05:12 am UTC (link)
Tony frowned, his brows pulling together when the object of his teasing admitted that he hadn't actually been listening, which was - well annoying at best. But Tony supposed he did that from time to time too so he tried not to let it get to him.

"I mean a ton?" He shrugged, because of course he did, bots were kind of his thing, whether it was finding them or building them, or loving them.

"I've made several myself, and I've got a few back home." He added, just to prove his point, eyeing a tray full of what looked like dicks made out of cheese, he took a few because well - cheese, but he wasn't sold on the shape. "They're pretty helpful most of the time." Loki Jr was probably the most helpful, Dum-E tried but he was .... a product of Tony's early days so he wasn't quite as advanced as he could have been, it wasn't his fault though.

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Octane | Lil Tony
[info]ridetheoctrain
2019-12-30 03:19 pm UTC (link)
It was easy for Octane to stop listening, when there was a number of factors. One of them was things that it was a subject of little interest. It was fair to assume that Octane was selfish and sort of rude like that. He just sort of for all the he was good, was a poor person at best at times. He liked to say it wasn't his fault, but it really was. He just needed more patience really, and he just wasn't slowing down any. Try better he always said while ignoring the next person!

"A ton!?" Octavio exclaimed. "Impressive. Ajay had this cool bot thing. It healed people. It was very useful. She was a medic. A nurse?" Octavio paused midscoop of the Mac and Cheese to really consider what his friend was. "Regardless, she did things with the healing and the caring." Excitedly he raised one of his legs. "She did this for me.." He paused looking at the metal leg he had stretched out toward the other man. "Well, she didn't build the leg, but she attached it!" Leg back down and on to snacks again Octavio just kept talking.

"I never had so much luck with the fancy dancy robits." He purposely mispronounced robbot. "They're often too slow. Can't keep up." He shook his head. "But if I had a wee bot of my own I think I would need it to keep up with me where ever I was going." He shrugged and pointed at the snacks with the spoon he still held for the Mac and Cheese. "And get me snacks when I can hold all my things.." As he still juggled the mug, the plate, and now the spoon.

He paused. Pointed at the cheese. "Are those dicks." He more made a statement than a question. "Oh ho, amigo, stack some of them dicks right on this plate." He held his plate out to the other man so he could get the dick assist.

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