Claudia spends a long time outfit-surfing, flipping through each option and then back half a dozen times a piece. Hmmm. She does look good in the Fifties, but look at all these scarves and shawls! Ohhh, and what is this? A cowboy hat? This is absolutely darling, and Claudia looks so cute in it.
It takes a long time before Claudia's vanity allows her to choose just one, but she finally settles on rom com shawl extravaganza. Why does she have the sudden urge to throw her hair around as she belts a montage song into her hair curler??
Good luck catching Felicity in the same outfit twice. She bouncing around from channel to channel, outfit to outfit, trying to make the most of the last Pocket Party of the year. She DESPERATELY wants to talk to Wyatt in the subtitled room to see how Pocket's magic spells to/two/too your/you're there/their/they're.
Lionel is fascinated by Pocket's interpretation of television and is interested in either talking to her or simply exploring the space. Also, if I'm being honest, he probably gets into a fight with the disembodied audience voices who keep commenting on his behavior or booing or clapping. He... hates that.
Seated on a comfortable sofa near the fire, Lionel takes in the space. How does Pocket know so much about American sitcoms? She's gotten the feel just right, as far as he can tell. Everything is cheated out toward the fourth wall. Picture frames with half-decent photoshopped couples. A room made to look like it belongs to a middle-class family but if you think about it, there's so way the average American could afford it. Huh. His eyes move from details to detail. Fascinating.
"HEY!" a disembodied voice from the darkness yells. "DO SOMETHING!"
"M-me?" Lionel asks, touching his chest and looking around.
The beautiful set isn't exactly one Chanel would pick on purpose, but she's three drinks in and this party isn't amusing to her anymore. She isn't sure if it's the loud interruptions, or the stupid sets, or just, oh, the fact that so many of her friends and brother are about to go themselves killed in a basement. She knows she should go with them, but Trudy's in charge of that stupid group. And there's nothing she can do to stop it. The feeling of so much floating just beyond her control is frustrating. To say the least. So she's separated from all her friends. Even (especially?) Chanel Addams needs a place sometimes, to dramatically fling herself across a couch and let out a frustrated half-scream.
This cues a laugh from the studio audience.
And then she realizes she's dressed in a bright sundress, hair immaculate but in a high bun. "Oh, you know what." She hisses. "FORK."
The laughtrack goes again, and Chanel sends up double blurred-out middle fingers. Somehow, despite all her worries, she's the one who landed in hell tonight.
Cedar isn't sure where they are. They've kinda been wandering for somewhere between twenty minutes and their entire life and all they can find is grass? Just so much grass? And—oh, they're covered in mud, but that's nothing new.
"PLEASE DON'T LET ME DIE HERE??" they shout into nothingness. In the distance, they spot a building. A house maybe? Is this where the kissing games are?? Cedar doesn't want to play kissing games, but Willow usually does, and if they can find Willow then at least they can be stuck together.
They hurry toward the house, a patio and a sliding glass door quickly coming into focus. And then they hear something.
A voice.
"My kids love playing outside, but I wish they'd stop bringing so much inside."
Cedar pulls up short. Looks around. Up. Down. There is no one. The voice has no body. "ARE YOU GOING TO HELP—"
"Pocket! Brand detergent keeps my family looking their best—"
Cedar turns around, putting their back to the wall of the house. Oh no. No one in the Quackenbush family has been killed by a disembodied voice that loved laundry detergent before. They're gonna need a whole new book for this.
Willow doesn't know too much about muggle animation in general, or what differentiates Japanese animation. She just liked the way the flowers looked over here. They're so colorful, and they away in waves from the fragrant wind. She even has a lovely dress, though it's got puffed sleeves and a frilly apron, far from her usual style. There's a Brook babbling nearby and Willow sets out to find it.
Of course, she's still a Quackenbush. She finds the water, alright - by tripping and landing in it face first.
Fifth? Sixth? Seventh? Eighth time is the charm? Felicity has lost track.
She takes a deep breath and marches in her heels towards the edge of the sidewalk. She rolls her ankle just as she reaches the road, closes her eyes, and prays that this time when she opens them, she's in the arms of some Prince Charming (and future prom date) who has saved her from a horrible fall.
Hair damp from the four sudden rainshowers that forced her to seek refuge in here, Claudia reapplies her lipstick before taking her seat in the kissing circle.
Felicity sits crosslegged with a book resting in her lap. Kissing for Dummies. She swiped it off one of the shelves and is more than happy to share some of the pearls of wisdom found within.
Gemma sprawls on a couch, taking up more space than necessary. She leans back and fidgets while waiting for the bottle to land on her. She is so ready for this.
Uriah usually gets drunk at parties, but after catching a glimpse of Tybalt out of the corner of his eye, he decided to indulge a little extra. He's sprawled over several pillows on the ground, grinning lazily as the bottle spins 'round and 'round.
Claudia has never heard of a geoduck before. And when she sees one sitting on top of everything in her basket, she immediately wonders where the hell this side of Pocket has been all this time. Like, damn girl.
"I think I promised to wait until marriage before cooking one of these," she says, holding the crustacean by its shell. She pokes the tip experimentally. Hm. Uncomfortable.
Lying still among the tumbling piles of puppies, there is a bear.
Wait. No.
Correction: Lying still among the tumbling piles of puppies, there is a dog that's alarmingly close to the general size and shape of a bear. Potentially mistaken for a bear at first glance, maybe. But not actually a bear. Chin resting on its paws and eyes closed, it's seemingly oblivious to the kitten batting at its nose and the set of teeth tugging on one of its ears. The only sign of life is the slow, staccato thump of a heavy tail against the artificial turf of the stadium floor.
There's nothing strange about the way Pocket's Party ends tonight. At least, not at first. Each television portal tunes to a view of the cave, and students slowly make their way through, though each arrives back in the real world at the same time. It’s what’s there waiting that’s strange.
Nine of their peers and one party bug stand at the mouth of the cave, all looking a little worse for wear, maybe a bit disoriented.
Pocket materializes in front of her brother, springing up from the ground and clutching his face. Her expression shifts rapidly, anger, shock, fear, horror. “What did you do?”
“They’re still in there, Little Sister. They’re still—We can—I can fix—” Pouch gasps, nearly collapsing into Pocket’s arms once she has him.
“Your wing,” Pocket frets, gingerly touching the spot where one of Pouch’s iridescent wings has been ripped away. She lifts her gaze, first to him, then beyond the Falls. “What—Ohmigawd—”
The first students who wander close to the mouth of the cave and peer out at campus will see just what Pocket is gasping at: everything is covered in vines. Purple flowers bloom bright, sparkling in the silver moonlight. A suffocating blanket of weeds.
“He’s out,” Pocket says, her voice for a second very small. She turns to the gathering students, and the sight of them seems to steel her resolve. “You need to get back to your Houses. You’ll be safe there.” Pocket says. She releases her brother and walks to the entrance of the cave where, after a moment of concentration, she begins to glow. Pocket lifts her foot and brings it down, a single stomp that makes the very earth shake.
A carpet of green moss erupts from the spot, spilling out of the cave, down the path, ripping through vines and flowers, withering the weeds. Not all of them, but most, cast out by command of the holler, itself. From the mossy carpet, things begin to climb out: wisps of light, and muscheron, and … is that Bub?
Peckenpaugh’s groundskeeper steps up to Pocket and trills softly. She smiles but says nothing at all. “They’ll escort you. We need to...tell your guardians. And…” Pocket looks at her brother, and takes his hand when he offers it. “Try to stop this. Try to get them all back.”
The two of them disappear.
[STUDENTS ARE FREE TO MINGLE HERE FOR A WHILE LONGER, but Bub, the muscheron, and the will-o-wisps gathered will be escorting kids back to their dorms. Everyone will arrive at their homes safely, between midnight and 12:30AM. Staff is already waiting for each house, which is immaculately clear of any vines. More teachers will join students at their dorms as the night goes on.]
While the rest of the night may be restless, as dawn breaks on Saturday morning a sense of safety pervades. Though the day starts with a thin layer of frost over every leaf and blade of grass, it evaporates with the rise of the sun, and the mist that settles in the holler’s basin is warm. There are still weeds in parts of Peckenpaugh campus, and staff is busy all day with further removal, but it looks like the magimagicicada put a stop to the unchecked spread and killed a lot of the growth…for now.
Your wands have been turned into remotes for the night! New features include the ability to "change the channel" on your own look or the looks of your friends to change outfits and adjusting hue/saturation/contrast. Here's a channel listing to give you a few ideas for outfits and lewks:
TV CHANNEL LISTING
Channel 3 - Saturday Morning Cartoons - Are you a hot fox robin hood?
Channel 4 - The Evening News - Get your broadcast on.
Channel 5 - The Family Sitcom - 1950s - 1960s styles.
Channel 7 - SPORTS! But it's just ice skating - You look great in a leotard.
Channel 8 - The Puppy Bowl - Thank god, no, you don't turn into a dog. But maybe a referee outfit would be cute.
Channel 12 - The Rom-Com - A lot of scarves and shawls. Did you get a hairbrush? You're supposed to use it like a microphone.
Channel 15 - Disney Channel Tween Show - It's what you'd normally wear but with 300% more perfect color coordination and 17 times more twee.
Channel 17 - The CW - It's what you'd normally wear but with the contrast turned up by 500% and a blue filter overlaid on everything.
Channel 20 - Westerns - Yee and haw
Channel 36 - Anime - Who here WOULDN'T look good in a plug suit? Get in the Eva, Shinji.
Channel 72 - Cooking Channel - What you'd normally wear but there's an apron.
Channel 1870 - High Production Cost Period Piece - If you wanted to be a viking or Queen Elizabeth or whatever.
This is not comprehensive! Feel free to get creative!
WHAT'S UP?
WHAT'S UP, Claudia?
It takes a long time before Claudia's vanity allows her to choose just one, but she finally settles on rom com shawl extravaganza. Why does she have the sudden urge to throw her hair around as she belts a montage song into her hair curler??
WHAT'S UP, Felicity?
WHAT'S UP, Lionel?
CHANNEL FIVE: The Family Sitcom
Lionel & OPEN
"HEY!" a disembodied voice from the darkness yells. "DO SOMETHING!"
"M-me?" Lionel asks, touching his chest and looking around.
Lionel & Holland
Lionel & Holland
Lionel & Holland
Lionel & Holland
Lionel & Holland
Lionel & Holland
Lionel & Holland
CHANNEL FIVE: Chanel Vs The World Now on Nick at Nite (OPEN+! IG!)
This cues a laugh from the studio audience.
And then she realizes she's dressed in a bright sundress, hair immaculate but in a high bun. "Oh, you know what." She hisses. "FORK."
The laughtrack goes again, and Chanel sends up double blurred-out middle fingers. Somehow, despite all her worries, she's the one who landed in hell tonight.
CHANNEL FIVE: Chanel Vs Her Mortal Enemy Now on Nick at Nite (OPEN+! IG!)
CHANNEL FIVE: Chanel Vs Her Mortal Enemy Now on Nick at Nite (OPEN+! IG!)
CHANNEL FIVE: Chanel Vs Her Mortal Enemy Now on Nick at Nite (OPEN+! IG!)
COMMERCIAL BREAKS
CEDAR STUCK IN A QUACKENMERCIAL (OPEN, IG)
Cedar isn't sure where they are. They've kinda been wandering for somewhere between twenty minutes and their entire life and all they can find is grass? Just so much grass? And—oh, they're covered in mud, but that's nothing new.
"PLEASE DON'T LET ME DIE HERE??" they shout into nothingness. In the distance, they spot a building. A house maybe? Is this where the kissing games are?? Cedar doesn't want to play kissing games, but Willow usually does, and if they can find Willow then at least they can be stuck together.
They hurry toward the house, a patio and a sliding glass door quickly coming into focus. And then they hear something.
A voice.
"My kids love playing outside, but I wish they'd stop bringing so much inside."
Cedar pulls up short. Looks around. Up. Down. There is no one. The voice has no body. "ARE YOU GOING TO HELP—"
"Pocket! Brand detergent keeps my family looking their best—"
Cedar turns around, putting their back to the wall of the house. Oh no. No one in the Quackenbush family has been killed by a disembodied voice that loved laundry detergent before. They're gonna need a whole new book for this.
CHANNEL THIRTY-SIX: The Anime Adventure
Willow & Winter, a Ghibli Adventure
Of course, she's still a Quackenbush. She finds the water, alright - by tripping and landing in it face first.
Willow & Winter, a Ghibli Adventure
CHANNEL TWELVE: The Rom-Com
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting (OPEN ++)
She takes a deep breath and marches in her heels towards the edge of the sidewalk. She rolls her ankle just as she reaches the road, closes her eyes, and prays that this time when she opens them, she's in the arms of some Prince Charming (and future prom date) who has saved her from a horrible fall.
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
PARTY GAMES: The Meet-Cute Cafe
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 - Howdy, Uriah, Trudy
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 & Jupiter
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 & Jupiter & Lionel
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 & Jupiter & Lionel
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 & Jupiter & Lionel
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 & Jupiter & Lionel
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 & Jupiter & Lionel
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 & Trudy
💋 CLAUDIA 💋 & Trudy
💋 KERMIE 💋 - Wyatt, Tybalt, Felicity
💋 KERMIE 💋 - Wyatt, Tybalt, Felicity
💋 FELICITY 💋 - Presley, Winter, Kermit
💋 FELICITY & KERMIT💋
💋 FELICITY & KERMIT💋
💋 FELICITY 💋 & WINTER
💋 FELICITY 💋 & WINTER
💋 FELICITY 💋 & WINTER
💋 FELICITY 💋 & WINTER
💋 FELICITY 💋 & PRESLEY
💋 FELICITY 💋 & PRESLEY
💋 GEMMA 💋 - Scarlett, Echo, Willow
💋 GEMMA 💋 & Willow
💋 URIAH 💋 - Willow, Claudia, Howdy & Anyone
💋 URIAH 💋 & Willow
💋 URIAH 💋 & Presley
💋 WINTER 💋 - Trudy, Presley & Open
💋 WINTER 💋 & Trudy
💋 WINTER 💋 & Trudy
💋 TYBALT 💋 - Echo! Kermie! Wyatt! Just anyone!
💋 TYBALT 💋 & Wyatt
💋 TYBALT 💋 & Wyatt
💋 TYBALT 💋 & Viola
💋 TYBALT 💋 & Viola
💋 PRESLEY 💋 - Wyatt & OPEN
CHANNEL SEVENTY-TWO: The Cooking Competition
BAD COOKING W/ CLAUDIA (OPEN++) (IG)
"I think I promised to wait until marriage before cooking one of these," she says, holding the crustacean by its shell. She pokes the tip experimentally. Hm. Uncomfortable.
BAD COOKING W/ QUODCOOKS (OPEN++) (IG)
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BAD COOKING W/ QUODCOOKS (OPEN++) (IG)
BAD COOKING W/ QUODCOOKS (OPEN++) (IG)
CHANNEL SEVENTY-TWO: Pocket is the Chairman (OPEN)
CHANNEL EIGHT: The Puppy Bowl
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym (OPEN ++)
Wait. No.
Correction: Lying still among the tumbling piles of puppies, there is a dog that's alarmingly close to the general size and shape of a bear. Potentially mistaken for a bear at first glance, maybe. But not actually a bear. Chin resting on its paws and eyes closed, it's seemingly oblivious to the kitten batting at its nose and the set of teeth tugging on one of its ears. The only sign of life is the slow, staccato thump of a heavy tail against the artificial turf of the stadium floor.
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Desmond Savage, Professional Jungle-Gym, and His Very Annoying Roommate
Mary Grace & Wyatt & So Many Perfect Puppies
Mary Grace & Wyatt & So Many Perfect Puppies
Mary Grace & Wyatt & So Many Perfect Puppies
END OF THE NIGHT
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT
Nine of their peers and one party bug stand at the mouth of the cave, all looking a little worse for wear, maybe a bit disoriented.
Pocket materializes in front of her brother, springing up from the ground and clutching his face. Her expression shifts rapidly, anger, shock, fear, horror. “What did you do?”
“They’re still in there, Little Sister. They’re still—We can—I can fix—” Pouch gasps, nearly collapsing into Pocket’s arms once she has him.
“Your wing,” Pocket frets, gingerly touching the spot where one of Pouch’s iridescent wings has been ripped away. She lifts her gaze, first to him, then beyond the Falls. “What—Ohmigawd—”
The first students who wander close to the mouth of the cave and peer out at campus will see just what Pocket is gasping at: everything is covered in vines. Purple flowers bloom bright, sparkling in the silver moonlight. A suffocating blanket of weeds.
“He’s out,” Pocket says, her voice for a second very small. She turns to the gathering students, and the sight of them seems to steel her resolve. “You need to get back to your Houses. You’ll be safe there.” Pocket says. She releases her brother and walks to the entrance of the cave where, after a moment of concentration, she begins to glow. Pocket lifts her foot and brings it down, a single stomp that makes the very earth shake.
A carpet of green moss erupts from the spot, spilling out of the cave, down the path, ripping through vines and flowers, withering the weeds. Not all of them, but most, cast out by command of the holler, itself. From the mossy carpet, things begin to climb out: wisps of light, and muscheron, and … is that Bub?
Peckenpaugh’s groundskeeper steps up to Pocket and trills softly. She smiles but says nothing at all. “They’ll escort you. We need to...tell your guardians. And…” Pocket looks at her brother, and takes his hand when he offers it. “Try to stop this. Try to get them all back.”
The two of them disappear.
[STUDENTS ARE FREE TO MINGLE HERE FOR A WHILE LONGER, but Bub, the muscheron, and the will-o-wisps gathered will be escorting kids back to their dorms. Everyone will arrive at their homes safely, between midnight and 12:30AM. Staff is already waiting for each house, which is immaculately clear of any vines. More teachers will join students at their dorms as the night goes on.]
While the rest of the night may be restless, as dawn breaks on Saturday morning a sense of safety pervades. Though the day starts with a thin layer of frost over every leaf and blade of grass, it evaporates with the rise of the sun, and the mist that settles in the holler’s basin is warm. There are still weeds in parts of Peckenpaugh campus, and staff is busy all day with further removal, but it looks like the magimagicicada put a stop to the unchecked spread and killed a lot of the growth…for now.
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT: Armani & Open+ ⛓
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT: Armani & Open+ ⛓
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
And now THE REAL threat.
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT: Trudy & Open
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT: Trudy & Kermie
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT: Trudy & Kermie
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT: Trudy & Kermie
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT: Trudy & Kermie
STUDENTS ARRIVE AT THE END OF THE NIGHT: Lionel
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