2023.07.31: Beats and Bleats
| 07.31.23 Beats and Bleats | |
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| The last summer party before UCP bans Alcohol and Drugs for a couple months, and things turn... WYRD | |
| IC Date | 07.31.23 |
| Players | Alicia, Dasia, Eilonwy, Ethan, Kieran, Miranda, Sark, Vic |
| Location | UC Prospect - Greek Row |
| Spheres | Bygone, Changeling |
Prospect University, much like the San Diego State University it is based on, has a Dry Period from August 1 through 1 October (hey look, I used both formats) where organizations affiliated with the campus cannot host events with drugs or alcohol. Allegedly, this is to give the semester a safe start and so students won't get shit-faced and drop out without giving things a decent go of it. Allegedly. Of course, that doesn't actually stop them from doing it (it is the world of darkness, after all, corruption abounds), but it gives them a reason to not pull out all the stops.
And it gives them a reason to throw a 'end of summer BASH' on the 31st (which, incidentally, is also the eve of Lughnasa, and therefor, a little spooky - ALLEGEDLY).
Dasia got here a while ago. Not when the earliest houses started their setups, but definitely before the Alpha's did. The Alpha Sigma Sigma Sorority is something of a legend on campus, throwing hella parties and to say that they are almost a parody of themselves would not be wrong. And Dasia is bullying her way through every one of them as they keep trying to set things up, but somehow, she just knows how to set it up... BETTER. And she is letting them know that she's setting it up better, too. And being a bit of a bitch about it.
Allegedly.
At least three ASS-girls come in to try and help, and they all get sent away. One of them crying and needing to fix her makeup for the party, which is fast approaching!
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<FAE> Chimera flit around as the tension of the party builds, in addition to the occasional Kithain or Gallain, Inanime, and even some Denizens are looking to glut on the glamour. Okay, the Gallain really want Gnosis, but still. There is an energy building that is surely pulsing out and drawing PEOPLE and possibly even THINGS!
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<OOC> Dasia says, "FLICKER FLIES (and maybe Nightmare?)"
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Dasia rolls Summer(1) + Actor(5) (6 dice) vs 8 for 1 successes.
2 4 5 7 7 +8
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<OOC> Dasia says, "No new nightmare."
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The party where only the cool folks who aren't out for summer can attend. A proper one, a big one! There's already been frantic texts from Eil's parents, ever persistent with their number changing, telling her she better not be going to the party they've heard about. She was still in her shell her first year enough she couldn't bring herself to go... but now? Screw em, she thinks... I am GOING to go party!
And, so, she arrives early, pulling out her camera to film the setup as an excuse to not have to interact right away. Still nervous. Very nervous. But hey, her shirt is actually pulled up and tied off with a rubber band to show off her belly, even if her cargo-skirt is still geeky. But hey, that's her style. Gotta have them pockets!
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Dasia did text Sark asking him to come help (Help?) her with 'a thing', which is enough of a vague request to get his curiosity up and make him come regardless. Of course, SARK has never been to a Greek Row before, so the gathering partiness is drawing his eyes wider as he trails down the road towards the ASS house, looking very much like a freshman or a tourist. One of the two. Of course, its pretty damned easy to follow the signs, chimerical and otherwise, until he's slowed to a stop on the sidewalk in front of Alpha Sigma, just kinda....staring at it. Seeing the girl with the camera, he has enough presence of mind to offer her a wiggle of his fingers, and finally ask, "Is...Dasia around here?"
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Yeah, only the remaining cool kids still on campus. It's debatable where Vic ultimately falls on the university coolness scale, but he's determined to make more of an effort at being social for his upcoming sophomore year. He had his reasons for avoiding the parties and other wild nights last year, but that reason has evaporated and now...
Now, someone actually invited him, or at least told him about it. So he wanders from the direction of the dorms, using the walk to get a quick nicotine fix, the cig dangling from his mouth trailing a line of smoke behind him as he strides along. He's not making much a statement either in his jeans and slightly faded tee, which bears the university logo of all things.
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Beer Pong tables, kegs, various party favors, inflatable pools for people to wrestle in... ASS-house has it all. They've even got one or two designated sisters who are *definitely* handing out wrist-bands *only* to people who show their IDs to prove they're of age, and *TOTALLY* not anyone else. And Dasia has managed to force her way in charge of it all and ruin at least three nights... no, four, now. There goes another one. At least she's not crying.
Different colored solo-cups line the tables, each a color with it's own hook-up or party-related meaning. There isn't a translation guide, though, so just what they mean is anyone's guess. But the cups haven't been topped off, so they could be safe. Possibly. Who can say for sure?
The Saudi woman in Gucci, tonight, flags down... Vic, why not, and waves him over. "Hey, we've got a few tiki-torches to keep the bugs away, I need you, and... you," she points at some random NPC, "to go light them up. Use these to do it, I don't know why they won't work with normal matches, some weird-add chemical thing."
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<FAE> One of the floating chimeras flits around Sark's head and then floats over that-a-way, when he asks about Dasia, and lo, she do be over that-a-way. Along with a weird looking Satyr who kind of looks like they could use a bath, but... eh, it's a satyr, what are you gonna do about it. It is the Satyr that she calls over to help Vic with the torches, and she makes a face when they get closer. Something off-putting about them... a smell, maybe? Either way, the pair of tiki torches have Flicker Flies flitting around, pulsing with a warm and inviting Violet glow.
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Eil does a slow pan of the camera over the rapidly assembling party. Beer pong, giant ass kegs... well, giant ASS kegs... pools?! Oh yeah. She's already squirming a bit, but she holds the camera steady despite. This is gonna be a remarkable event, she can feel it. There will be so many asking for these videos, seeing what they missed out on! But... urgh, no, there's nothing to worry about right now. Live in the moment she reminds herself.
And, speaking of the moment, there's a voice next to her. She cocks her head to the side, glancing at the golden-haired man. `Eh, most footage is edited out anyways...` she mumbles, dropping the camera, then gives him a proper look. `Wow, I... don't think I've ever seen blond that... golden. Is that your real hair color dude? You're striking... but, er... dunno who Dasia is, sorry. Not a part of the sorority, just the school news team. Definitely haven't seen you around before, you a grad student coming back or something?`
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Sark sorta wanders onto the front lawn, murmuring a thank you to the chimera that helped him out (which Eil clearly cant see - is Sark mental?), before refocusing his attention on the cameralady. He chuckles softly at the commentary and reaches back to take that rope of hair with one hand to drag it over his shoulder and murmurs, "Yes, it is my color...", skirting saying its his real hair, "I was told she was here organizing but I could be confused? And No, I'm, uh, a prospective student. That's it. A possible pledge?"
There's a moment where Vic first has to look over his shoulder to make sure he's actually the one that Dasia is actually beckoning. He sighs and plucks the cig from his mouth, lifting his foot to grind it out on the heel of his sneaker before tossing it into a nearby trashcan before he comes closer. At least he doesn't seem to subject others to his habit. "Right, tiki torches." He pulls out his own lighter though, because of course he has one. "Can I just first.." He points at the cups, then not paying attention to which color he grabs, takes one and takes a sip as he starts for the first torch.
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"You're going to need -" Dasia begins, but stops when Vic takes a sip from the drink and wanders off. This one happens to be... Vodka! Nothing mixed into it for making it fanciful just yet. That first torch doesn't light with the lighter, either, which... is weird. Perhaps even Wyrd. She's followed along soon enough with a a torch of her own, which actually IS lit. "Like I tried to tell you, you'll need to use this to light the others," she says.
Conveniently, her path to get to him gets her kind of within eye-sight of Sark, though he might well be distracted by the Photographer.
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Eil's glance draws away from Sark, no longer hidden behind her camera, looking over to see two familiar faces... Vic, her new friend, and the NOT artistic future cyborg. It's just then, though, that the edges of a nasty headache start to creep up on her. Her eyes narrow, and she gives the thing a bit of a shake before sighing and looking back to Sark. `Is... Dasia the middle eastern woman over there? I -might- know her after all. Don't ask how.`
Oh god. No, not just headache. What is wrong with her right now? Were her parents -right- about this type of thing killing her? She hasn't even done anything! `Has the heat been like, cranked up to 11 all of a sudden, or is it just me?`
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Sark glances over when Eil mentions Dasia, but her sudden distress has him frowning and taking a step closer, half reaching out, "Uh, are you...." she asks about the heat and Sark slooooowly shakes his head, "Not from where I am standing. Maybe we get you a chair and some icewater, not whatever they have in the kegs here, hmm?" He shoots a 'help?' look at Dasia if she still happens to look his way, offering Eirlys an arm to lean on if she wants it/takes it.
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Shaking his head at the sip of vodka he was expecting to be beer, Vic puts the lighter to the torch and.. nothing. He blinks and stares at the zippo in his hand, turning it over and trying to figure out if his lucky lighter has failed him. He's not angry, just disappointed. At least until Dasia comes up with the torch and demonstrates proper lighting technique for him. "Huh. Weird." Is all he can comment before taking the torch. "Gotcha'." His eyes finally catch a glimpse of Eil and Sark, and he holds up his cup to the former by way of greeting, at least he's not waving the torch.
Vic's grin turns a little bit to a frown as the tall man suddenly seems to be worrying over her. He looks to Dasia and nods in the direction of those two.
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Dasia turns, once Vic and the tiki torches are taken care of, and spots a Sark and an Eirlys. She gives them a little wave, and then frowns a teeny frown. Not one that is deep enough to produce any wrinkles, so a casual glance her way might just the a curious resting bitch face. But the frown is totally there. She heads over towards the pair. "Sarkesian... here to help with the party?" she asks, though she's not quite looking at him as she asks, her attention more focused on the woman. "Uh... you look like you took some candy from the Phi-Betas... or maybe some other asshole," she lies, but maybe people will run with it.
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Eil scowls at Sark's treating her like a frail thing. She shakes her head more, stepping back and holding up a tense hand. `No, no, I'll be -fine-. Don't worry. Reporting, investigating, journaling out in the field can be hard! Get you worked up! It's nothing, just have had a stressful week.` To further prove her point, or maybe just to have an excuse to hide herself, she stuffs her face back into her raised camera.
This way, that way, the other way. So many shots, so much to catch. Laughter, rowdiness, sobs, double dog dares. She focuses on the moment, taking a breath and calming herself... that is until Dasia starts to approach, much to her chagrin. She practically grits her teeth, not even removing herself from the camera which she views the encroaching woman through, though she does bring a hand down to scratch at a reddened thigh. `Damn cyborg grad student. Whaddya want! Can't you see I'm -helping- you by filming your -grand display- here?!`
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Sark is really focused on Eilrys, but responds to Dasia as she approaches, "Well, you said there was a party, so you know, I was bored...she started complaining she was really hot and..." He trails off and frowns when the girl resists the offer of help and tries to get back to taking pictures. With his brow furrowed, he tentatively reaches out as if to brush something away from her temple, then takes a step back and murmurs, "Um, well, I mean, if you're sure you're okay...." then another bewildered look at Dasia, and then Vic if he's still looking that way. Something's going on and dragon is confuzzled.
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There's a secret to dealing with Vic, boss him into doing something and he'll usually just do it. Usually. Sometimes. So he's doing as asked as moving around the party grounds lighting up the tiki torches, still sipping from his cup of straight vodka as if he intends to at least be tipsy by the time he's done playing with fire. However, he is still casting glances in the direction of Eil and the other two he doesn't actually know.
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Dasia nods as Sark explains, and hooks her arm around the other woman's elbow. "A job that needs hydration," she replies, though she does not specify with what. She starts to tug Eil over towards the ASS-house, but holds up a hand to keep Sark from following just yet. "There's one last truck with kegs coming by. Think you can flag them down and bring them over to the table?" she inquires. Not exactly fluttering her eyelashes to do it, but it comes close!
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As Eil suddenly gets an elbow around her arm, she stumbles a bit, camera-holding hand falling down as she lets out an `ACK!`. She manages to catch her balance a bit more, though, getting pulled along away from the others for a bit before she manages to wriggle out of the grip. Still close enough to where Dasia seemingly wanted her, though.
`The hell is your problem, lady! Are you a grad student or a chaperone?!` Eil spits out through clenched teeth. `I have ENOUGH problems already!`
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Sark blinks and slowly nods at Dasia when she asks her favor - clearly SHE knows what's going on, so the young man will defer to her instruction for the time being, though Eirlys gets another concerned look as they head off. He takes a few steps back to hang out by the front sidewalk to wait for said truck, with that look on his face that so many people get when they STILL don't quite grasp WTF just happened, but are letting it slide for the time being.
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Of course there are several other Greek organizations at the campus, but most of the other sororities attract the type of girls who actually get a room before doing things they don't tell their parents about. And the less said about Sigma Sigma Chi, the better.
Ethan is just now arriving, carrying an Igloo full of nice legal soft drinks. Sure. "Oh man, good thing I got here, you guys were almost out," he says, setting it down next to four others just like it.
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Dasia arches a thin, microbladed brow at Eir, but then gives her a quick wink. "You're looking a little flustered, and the blonde guy mentioned something about hydrating," she says, getting to work on grabbing one of the solo cups and filling it with ice. She adds water from a bottle. Yeah. Definitely water, and hands it to the woman. "Call it a little of column a, little of column b. Parties need helpers to make sure they don't get ruined until everyone has had plenty of fun." A pause. "Drink up."
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Sark turns his attention to Ethan when the man walks up with a cooler. Well, its not a keg, but like Blondie cares? Sark nods at Ethan and lets go a soft "Thanks." He looks like he's going to say more to the man when Vic approaches, and offers HIM a faint smile and a murmured, "Well, I thought SHE needed help but I guess Dasia has that in hand. I'm suppose to stay here and guide the keg truck in when it gets here?" He still sounds confused, but offers Vic and Ethan a hand, "I saw you helping earlier. Sark." It was going to be followed by a 'I'm not part of any of this' until he reconsidered that level of honesty, and shut up.
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Ethan digs around in the Igloo for a bit, coming up with a bottle of totally ordinary lemonade. "Hey, now," he chimes in, while wrapping the bottom edge of his t-shirt around the cap to get some more traction on it. "You should drink some of that yourself, show her it's legit." Right? And a silently mouthed 'hey' as he glances over toward the brunette with the curls.
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Eil rolls her eyes, but relents somewhat, letting the camera hang from its strap and the support of one hand as she uses the other to take the cup of clear liquid. She turns away from the woman that seems to dig into her like sand between the toes, taking a sip of the thing... then proceeds to immediately spit it out. `What the fuck?! I thought you said you wanted to hydrate me, not slip me this funny-tasting spiked crap!`
She grimaces, holding her head again as she glances around desperately. `Screw this. I'm gonna go dunk my head in one of the pools....`
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"Vic." He offers as he takes a hand to help with the cooler, not that three are really needed to help, but he offered so it's happening. "Keg truck, that sound like fun." He says, peering down the road as if trying to catch sight of it approaching, unless keg truck was a nickname for Ethan. Though once the cooler is down and open, he's only too happy to grab something that looks a little more palatable than the cup of pure vodka he abandoned somewhere. Always hard to keep track with all those solo cups around. There's a bit of awkwardness there, as if he's not quite sure what he should be doing at this party.
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Sark shakes the offered hand and glances after Dasia and Eil, but the opening of the cooler so he can see actual soda is enough for Sark to leap forward and snag a can of Dr. Pepper - definitely did NOT need to be grabbing unknown alcohol at a thing like this, no no. Perhaps fortunately, the missing keg truck does finally rumble down the street, and Sark steps off of the curb to wave them down and point to where the other kegs had been left, waiting until the truck is closer to call out to them, "Just leave them with the others, she said?"
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Dasia looks confused at Eir for a moment, taking the drink back and giving it a sniff first, then a sip. "Okay, so I've never had ice turn water into booze before," she says, which is true. She doesn't go to dump it out or anything, though. She just takes another pull from the bottle, before screwing the lid back on and putting it in a bag that's down next to the table. To be inspected later. "I wouldn't try to drink anything from the pool," she says. "A bit too much jello and vodka in there. Not my fault, that was here before I showed up." A pause. And a possible lie. "I'm sure you will find something somewhere." And with that, she withdraws to help direct the Keg Guy now that Sark has flagged them down.
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Ethan makes a face. "Yeah, jello shots are fine if you got nothing going on the next day, but they're more a lay next to the pool thing. Here, want one?" he asks Eil, pulling out another lemonade and offering it to her. It's still factory sealed, so it's got that going for it, at least.
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As Eil peels away from the people 'harassing' her, she eventually starts to calm more. Eyeing the increasing kegs with a narrow gaze, she instead pulls away to search for some sealed bottled water... which she eventually finds buried under other, more exciting beverages in a cooler. Unscrewing the sealed cap, she KNOWS this one won't be tainted, and thus takes a biiig swig... only to immediately spew the liquid back up even more violently than before.
She looks down on her wettened shirt, horrified even though it seems like there's nothing wrong. Glancing around, she indeed stumbles down to one of the colored-liquid filled pools, bringing her face down and attempting to wash it off with the stuff as locks of hair get soaked in it. This seems to calm her immensely, though she strangely begins to straight up dunk her lower face into it and start -chugging- as if her life depended on it. Seems someone's got the party spirit!
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The best part of being on strike is having plenty of time to do things. So, when Alicia finds out that there is a massive party going on at the campus, she decides to show up to see what is going on. Of course, it's not like a non-student can just show up without something to justify her attendance. The actress has a bottle of Maestro Dobel 50 Silver Oak Tequila, costing a cool grand. Immediately, Alicia realizes that this is not that kind of school, and not that kind of party. Most of the students here wouldn't recognize good booze if it shook their hand. Oh well. However, there is someone she spots. "Sark! Sark, darling. Good evening."
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"That's a lot of booze." Vic says idly as he watches the truck being unloaded, the kegs joining the rest. "I'm not sure there's enough people left on campus to drink all that." Though he finishes the comment with a swig of his own drink as if to say he's willing to give it a try at the very least. His expression turns concerned as he looks in the direction of the person who tipped him off to this very party, frowning as he watches Eil go for the pools. "I think something is wrong." The comment isn't directed at anyone in particular, mostly just said into the air, but he's already taking a step in her direction intending to check on her at the very least.
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With the keg truck dispatched, Sark is looking dangerously unsure of what the hell he should be doing except suck down that soda and watch Vic and Ethan....but a familiar voice calling out his name has the young man whirling around and then offering Alicia a warmer smile, "D...Alicia. Hello there. I wasn't sure if anyone else I knew was going to be here. Um..." He nods towards Dasia and Eil, "Dasia's kinda running the party but I think she has her hands full. I'm not entirely sure what's going on, its just, you know, something." Slowly nodding in agreement with Vic's assessment.
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Ethan has noticed as well, and is also wandering over to see what Eil is getting up to over there. Girl on party drugs, that's one thing. Girl on party drugs and maybe about to drown herself? Kiiind of a buzzkill. "Hey, is that the orange or the raspberry?" he asks, unable to see yet whether she's got both ears submerged.
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Eirlys consuming BOOZE gets the party kicking off right and proper. The second guy who was lighting the tiki torches, finally having finished, SNAPS his attention over towards her, and no fewer than three others here and there, scattered through the party make like meercats, necks stretching and looking around, focusing in her direction, and then glancing around, and starting to move... not away from the party itself, but away from HER. For Dasia's part, her attention is grabbed, too, just in time for her to notice Alicia's presence, as well. She gives the actress a look... it's likely they both are AWARE of what's what. Or at least... what's coming. She moves over to the girl, just... drinking from a pool of alcohol and jello, not exactly jello SHOTS, but this is definitely going to be a hell of a story to anyone looking on that can remember it clearly. "SHOTS!" she shouts, getting swept up in the bacchanalian energy, and well... probably everyone around gets hit with some degree of the need for drink and song. A DJ at one house somewhere farther on starts with the music, and gosh is it loud.
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Alicia pulls out her iPhone and makes a text. She hands the bottle of Tequila to Sark. "At least you might appreciate it. And, uh, be ready in case something goes awry."
<FAE> At least Alicia has her armor with her. She's heard about things that happened last time.
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Eirlys keeps her face partially dunked into that boozy mess of pool 'water' for a bit too long, starting to seem more and more like she's gonna -drown- in it, she pulls back. `fuuuuuuck...` she mumbles, eyes closed and head thrown back as she kneels besides the pool, oblivious to her surroundings. The hair that got dunked in the booze hang beside her face in flowing locks, the rest of it looking like the worst case of bedhead and cowlicks combined in a spiky mass. When did it get so messed up? Who knows!
She finally opens her eyes several long moments later, glancing narrowly at the party that seems to have -very suddenly- ramped up to 11. `...look at 'em all, hahah... I wonder how far they'll go? Damn animals, they were right...` they mmm in a haze, a dumb smile on their face until... they turn their eyes elsewhere. Their expression immediately sours, eyes opening wider to reveal they're totally bloodshot, even worse than from the devil's lettuce. `Not you, not you... no no no....`
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THE MISTS CLEAR A LITTLE BIT, BUT THE PARTY ENERGY HAS SWEPT INTO EVERYONE, SO IT DOESN'T LOOK TOO CRAZY WHEN SATYR FEATURES BEGIN TO APPEAR ON EIRLYS' BODY
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Sark takes the bottle from Alicia with a curious expression, looking down at it, then up at her with an expression that might resemble him wondering how bad things were going to have to be for him to need a bottle of tequila. His attention is split between multiple things, but as things become, ah, clearer around Eirlys, he frowns a little more and tends to focus on her.
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<FAE> It should be clear to Sark that Alicia wasn't giving him the bottle so much as getting her hands free in case something goes awry.
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Ethan blinks a couple times, looking more closely at Eirlys, then at the crowd in general. "Strawberry, got it. Who the fuck used LSD paper to roll their blunt?" He's never dropped acid before, but clearly that's what this is.
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Miranda comes along tonight, not having been here before, and is looking around for someone.
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Vic stops in his tracks as he's making his way over to Eil, his head tilting slightly to the side as those odd-colored eyes of his focus on her. "Well, that's new." He's trying to act calm, but his lips are pressed into a thin line, at least until he decides to take a nice long swig from the can in his hand. Fortified, his eyes dart around, especially at the mention of LSD from Ethan. "That might explain it." He wrinkles his nose, trying to figure out if he even feels like he's been dosed. Anything could have been in that vodka.
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Upon seeing Miranda, Alicia hurries over to her. "Evening." The actress gives the woman a short bow of her head in way of greetings. "As you can see, things are . . . awry. But I give you my oath that if something goes wrong, I will protect you." Alicia gestures over to Eirlys. "I think someone is coming into her own."
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Sark remains quiet for another moment while Alicia darts over to talk to Miranda, then starts towards Ethan and Vic to tilt his head and clear his throat, "Hey man, you didn't have any of the stuff in the yellow solo cups, did you? You know how this stuff gets passed around out here. People start seeing things." He pauses there to knock back the rest of his own Dr. Pepper before eyeing the cooler Ethan brought, "Maybe another soda, man?"
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Miranda rolls Perception + Kenning vs 6 for 1 successes.
1 3 4 5 +8 10
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Miranda rolls Intelligence + Lore Changeling vs 8 for 4 successes.
2 4 6 +8 +8 +9 +10
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Ethan looks to Sark and nods. "Probably. Them and the vapers, am I right?" Leaning down, this time putting a hand on top of the neighboring Igloo to brace himself, he fishes out a blue can and sets it down. "Here, this is either Pepsi or Red Bul. Or both."
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Miranda looks around and she seems to notice something and turns to Alicia and whispers to her.
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Dasia somehow got roped into passing out drinks, which is fine, she's at the table making sloppy pours and spilling stuff everywhere, but it's not a worry at all, because it is PARTY TIME. P A R T
Y?
Because you GOTTA!
Her attenion is thus tied up, so she doesn't notice much of anything. Except when Eirlys starts freaking out about something, but there's nothing over there that the Saudi woman can see, so she shrugs and gets back to pouring dranks.
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Eil desperately grabs at her camera, fumbling before managing to pull it up and snap a quick photo. After doing so, though, she stumbles riiight back down with a -fwump- onto her back, though quickly rolls over onto her stomach and crawls through the grass up to the skirt of a table. Using it as a brace, she brings one hand up, then the other to her head... only pulling it back to reveal it's completely covered in sticky red substance. `No, no, what did you do, what did you DO?!`
Finally managing to pull herself up, even in the now hypnotic mixture of the dark of the night and multicolored party lights, it's clear to see the silhouette of a pair of thick, curved horns curling up from the girl's head and over the spiky hair. Blood dripping down the sides of her face from where they 'sprouted'. Talk about a headache!
Giving one last heave of her arms to get herself onto her own two feet, though, she spots some guy standing in the corner, trying to back away from all this... and especially from -her-. An arm of hers quickly thrown around him stops his chances of escape, however, as she proceeds to pull up her now fluid-stained camera to try and show him something. `You SEE it DON'T you? I'm NOT GODDAMN CRAZY! Look, JUST... c'mon, you never know what's out there, right? Lurking right next to you... what's STOPPING you from enjoying the moment while you can? GO GODDAMN CRAZY! BE A BEAST!` Aaaand she's pouring a cup of vodka down the pour guy's throat, who seems to strangely have changed his tune and is going along with it.
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"I don't think so." Vic mutters in reply to Sark's question as he looks down at the can in his hand. His fingers dance on the can with nervous energy. "Shit, I can't be, I promised.." He mutters suddenly overcome with an extreme case of the jitters. He digs into his pocket, pulling out a squashed cigarette carton, pulling one free with his lips before shoving it back in his pocket. He doesn't light it yet, but just having it there seems to help soothe him a little. He looks off into the crowd, squinting then shaking his head. "I probably should have eaten before coming."
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Alicia looks around and then turns back to Miranda, whispering to her. Then the actress turns to Sark and beckons him over.
--- --- --- --- --- Sark blinks again, watching Eil for a long moment while lifting a finger, looking like he REALLY wants to say something to Ethan and Vic, then changes his mind and lowers his hand. Catching Alicia trying to flag him down, he murmurs softly, "Not really what I expected for a Greek Row Party. I think I'm more out of touch than I thought."
With that said, he seems to be ready to leave Vic and Ethan to their musings so he can approach Miranda and Alicia. Still holding the unopened tequila, mind you.
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Miranda looks like she is a bit relieved seeing Sark as well. She does not want to make a really big deal, but she has something to say to him.
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Dasia rolls Perception(4) + Kenning(4) (8 dice) vs 7 for 3 successes.
2 2 2 5 5 +7 +9 +9
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Eirlys rolls Perception + Kenning vs 5 for 3 successes.
1 1 2 3 +5 +5 +10 10 10
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Alicia rolls Perception + Kenning vs 7 for 2 successes.
4 4 5 6 +9 +10
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Miranda rolls Perception + Kenning vs 7 for 0 successes.
1 1 5 5 9 10
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Sark rolls Perception + Awareness vs 9 for 0 successes.
2 2 3 4 5 6 7
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<FAE> Eirlys freaking out? Definitely wasn't at any of the Satyrs or Satyr-like beings wandering through the crowds.
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Ethan, for his part, appears to still be taking things more or less in stride. He still glances over toward Eirlys from time to time, but she's keeping herself pretty busy by this point, so instead he gestures to a guy carrying a comically large boombox, straight out of the excess of the 90s. "Over here, dude! Speaker hookup's over by the keg stand." This prompts someone else by the pool to shout something about where else hookups are going down.
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As Eirlys' FREAK OUT and pointing and shouting at something... unseen and forces someone else to just CHUG, CHUG, CHUG to try to spot it, some people's Faerie Senses begin to tingle. At least, tingle enough so they aren't thrown off-guard when the DEMONIC BLEATING NOISE OF DOON AND HORROR booms out from the very place that the newly-horned-woman is staring at. Dasia was mid-pour when she looks up, eyes locked on to this invisible little bubble that has been pushing it's way through the crowd, and is laser-focused on where Eirlys is looking. Alicia knows there is something that-a-way, maybe not the exact location, but there is certainly something she can sense. Miranda and Sark, sadly, are none the wiser, so she is took by surprise at THE DEMON-NOIZE.
As for the mortals whomst have no Chimera-sense, the loud demon bleat-roar just so happens to occur when the DJ just down the way
DROPS THE BASS
People cheer. Arms go up. THE DANCE CONTINUES! Challenging Ethan to a MUSIC-DUEL!
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Vic pats his pockets, looking for his lighter, which he knows is there somewhere. And then he just sighs and lights it off one of the tikis. He exhales his first drag with a relieved sigh. Then surprisingly someone from one of his classes calls out to him from within the crazed crowd. And not having an excuse to ignore them, wades off through the crowd of people in that direction.
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Alicia looks to Miranda and then Sark, giving an eye to Miranda that she should talk to Sark. Then Alicia pulls her mobile out to text someone else.
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Eil, while the others may be surprised at the noise, is more -motivated- by it. Motivated in the way of wanting to -totally save your hide-. `You AIN'T FUCKING GETTING ME! I'M NOT GONNA BE YOUR SACRIFICAL LITTLE LAMB OR WHATEVER!` she screams out in defiance, mostly lost in the musical practically making the lights moves like equalizers. Wait... sacrificial little lamb? What a great idea! Starting with the guy she just got to chug wayyy too much, she whispers a little something something into his ear, taking some of the blood from her face and smearing it on his shirt. `Little beasty, goooo be a little beasty lamb for me~` she mumbles, which, again surprisingly, causes the man to drop down onto all fours and start bleating himself!
She moves back away from the DEMON THING, performing this same move multiple times with tonal variations, almost dancing between the crowd members, until there's a group of people crawling out on all fours like perfect little sheep sacrifices! Not that they actually will be, of course... that -thing- only wants one thing. Her. `What do I gotta DO to GET RID OF YOU?! NO ONE'S GONNA CONTROL ME!`
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Miranda leans in to Sark to let him know something, as she gets the sign from Alicia.
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Whatever it was that Miranda mentions to Sark, it changes his expression from bewildered to a darker frown, his eyes narrowing a little as he looks back around the immediate area. He seems to focus his attention on a couple of folks in the crowd, then gives Miranda a bit of a terse smile and hisses something back at her.
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Dasia looks around, finally taking note that Alicia and Sark and Miranda have all gathered, uh... over THERE, looking around like they haven't quite noticed what she and Eirlys have (and what Kee will, when she arrives). She purses her lips and side-slides around the table, keeping it between herself and whatever the fuck she senses and what Eirlys sees, grabbing her bag from the ground as she moves over.
"Okay, tell me any of you know what the fuck is going on," she murmurs, once she's close enough that the thumping music won't drown her out.
In regards to Eir shouting out 'Nobody is gonna control me', there is another demonic roaring BLEAT and a wave of terror washes over her... maybe. Roll pending. Chimera are weird. And some of them are Wyrd.
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Eirlys rolls Willpower vs 6 for 1 successes.
1 4 +6 7
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Despite her efforts, that bleat of pure, crushing terror and guilt digs into her like a steel shovel into wet dirt. She stumbles backwards riiight into a table covered in half-finished cups and kegs of booze, sending it crashing and folding in on itself under the weight of her rear.
Laying there, body glistening in the fluids, more redness drips down her face as her horns grow out even more in a very painful looking manner, large tufts of black fur springing up over her neck, hips, and legs. She can't move, can't fight it, as much as she -tries-... it's too late, all she can do is shut her eyes too tight and wail out as she becomes more and more like that demonic -thing- that's been tormenting her. Similar blood drips from her feet as her feet look more and more like stretched out, broad cloven hooves.
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Kieran rolls Perception + Kenning vs 6 for 3 successes.
1 4 5 +6 +6 +7 8
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Kieran rolls Intelligence + Gremayre vs 8 for -1 successes.
-1 3 4
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Kieran comes tromping in from the direction of the streets, looking down at her phone. As she comes into the range of the music, she looks up, curious now, and starts moving in closer, letting her movements synch up with the music, and looking around to see what's going on as she starts working her way toward Alicia.
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Miranda looks quite glad to see Kieran coming in. "We need to get that one there somewhere safe. But..." She is concerned overall. "And the dreamers."
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Seeing Kieran, Alicia gestures to the redhead and then at Miranda. "Fuck," she says. She waited too long. Or maybe not. Magic is magic, after all. Well, here it goes. With all the confidence of being . . . herself, Alicia steps out away from the group over to Eirlys. "You still wake up sometimes, don't you? You wake up in the dark and hear the screaming of the lambs. You think that if you save poor Catherine, you could make them stop, don't you? You think that if Catherine lives, you won't wake up in the dark ever again to that awful screaming of the lambs." Alicia mutters that she hopes that is good enough. "Okay, little lamb, no one is going to slaughter you. Why don't you come with me?"
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Alicia rolls Sovereign + Fae vs 4 for 4 successes.
2 +5 +6 +9 +10
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Sark blinks and looks at Miranda and smiles a bit, "Would a police officer showing up help disperse the...ones that cannot see? Or would that make things more chaotic?"
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Miranda mmms, "For the dreamers, having a cops show up would be good. Even just the sirens. We need to separate things out here, if we can."
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"Noise complaint and pretend to check IDs, that should clear people out real fuckin' quick," Dasia suggests.
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Kieran gets over to where Sark and Miranda are... since Alicia just left there, and leans in to ask... just in case, you know... "What's going on? I got a text that dangerous shit was up..."
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Sark smiles and bows his head at Miranda and Dasia, "Cant do anything about the sirens, but the rest, give me a moment." With that said? Sark is running for the house at high speed, intent on finding a closet to throw people out of and pull of his Clark Kent routine.
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Miranda leans over to Kieran and explains a bit to Kieran quietly.
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Noise complaint would sure be plausible, not that plausible necessarily matters to some of the people present. Multiple sources of music are trying to play over each other; a baker's dozen of students are engaging in what could generously be called karaoke.
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Between the pounding music... which now has subtle hints of dark -chanting- thrown between the beats, giving it an eerie, otherworldly vibe... Eil's face frantically looks between the encroaching -thing- and the now -very- pretty one throwing out soothing energies. Alicia's efforts do seem to work, as Eirlys manages to pull herself from her spot frozen on the broken table enough to crawl onto the grass... but that angel-demon contrast leaves Alicia garbed in an obnoxious white glow as a side effect that makes it hard to look at her.
Still, serving as a beacon for Eil, she attempts to stand, only to immediately tumble back down to the ground. Hugely drunk + world falling apart + new feet isn't a good combination! `Ffff... hhrrrghhh....`
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Kieran nods to Miranda. "Assuming our person of interest is the Babby Goat Gruff over there that just toppled over, screaming, yeah? Looks like Alicia's tending to things there? If whatever she's doing goes sideways, I got another plan, can't fail..." She watches Eil try to get up, and topple back over, "Mebbe she needs training wheels?"
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Alicia goes over to Eil, trying to help her up. "Let's get you someplace private, and then we can talk. If you're good, you might even talk me out of my clothes."
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Miranda nods, "Yes, hopefully. We'll have to keep an eye on these others. Sark said he's run into them before. If we can get the baby taken care of, then we can deal with the others later."
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Eil's eyes are near shut, dripping not with red, but with black. When Alicia comes over to assist her, it's a bit of a struggle helping to right her quickly, but she presses with several heaving breaths to right herself upon her hooves. She keeps an arm heavily slung over Alicia's shoulder and back, hunched over. The source of the black 'tears' becomes clear when those eyes finally open enough to show off their dazzling red-purple hue against the backdrop of a black sclera surrounding them. They stare at Alicia's glowing self, a hint of amusement creeping back onto her face again, despite the danger. `You... hahah... my mom never told me what to do if there was an angel hitting on me!`
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Its could be unclear to the rest where Sark went. What matters instead is that a 40-ish looking male in the spitting image of a Prospect Police uniform THUDS his booted feet inside the house and suddenly bellows with a voice louder than he really should be able to manage, "You kids knew better than this. YOU! Show me your ID. And don't even pretend that's punch!" Hopefully others will hear the familiar refrain of 'oh shit the cops are here' over the music and not even bother to see where its coming from.
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Dasia's eyes remain GLUED to that one spot that Eirlys stumbled to get away from, and a new BLEAT OF DOOM echoes from it, this time washing over Alicia with the TERROR of... eating her fancy clothes? No, that's definitely Dasia's terror... maybe eating her scripts before she is off-book? The point is, it's suddenly really spooky! But spooky enough to flee, or just... freeze?
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Cops what? Oh, that's plenty motivation for Ethan to clear the hell out in a hurry, not even going back for the Igloo. Hopefully it'll still be there the next day, because he is not trusting the fuzz to buy his airborne acid trip theory. Besides, that Denny's down the block was starting to sound good anyway. And some of the other party kids seem to have the same idea; the carousing will keep going a while longer, just dispersed somewhat.
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"Well, the good news is that it didn't hurt when I fell from heaven," Alicia says with a grin to Eil, picking the college student up to carry her if she needs to, before making her way over to Miranda and company. Or, Miranda y Cia. Alicia's been working on some of her Spanish.
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Kieran straightens up a bit at the new BLEAT OF DOOM, since it quite obviously didn't come from the babbyfae, and reaches down to slip a K-BAR knife from a sheath on her belt that sits covered up by her jacket.
<FAE> Which, of course, is her sword...
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Miranda will step over to help Alicia with the college student. "We should get her somewhere to sleep this off some more."
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Eil doesn't fight back in the slightest at being picked up, and in fact leans the side of her softened head against Alicia. `Hahaha... you beat me to that one, didn't ya... Sealgaira... mmmm....` the she-goat says, almost seeming to happily doze off like a kid who'd just been whisked away from a dreamed-up nightmare by their parents. How'd she know that name? A mystery!
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Dasia looks back and forth between the people with... well... more combat experience than she has. And then nods. "Alright, slip around behind the house, there's enough plants to make this work," she mumbles, grabbing a bottle of... well... SOMETHING to chug as she scurries along behind the others... And once the bottle is empty, she turns around to chuck it at the unseen THING, before vanishing around the corner and off towards some plants that can conveniently become over-grown and cover their escape.
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Kieran waits for the others to move past, then draws up the rear, blade out, keeping an eye toward whether any...thing... tries to follow.
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"To the glade, Miranda?" Alicia asks, carrying Eirlys. Just then, her squire shows up, driving a land rover. "Your timing is impeccable, Diana. We have a new friend." Alicia looks to the rest. "Pile in. Sadly, it's not a Bond car, so no machine guns in it. But, it's good enough to get us to the shop."
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Miranda mms, "Take her there. I'll meet with her tomorrow." She will help them along a bit until she needs to head out.
