NOVEMBER POCKET PARTY!

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pocket's cloud party!!

what's up?

Pocket is throwing a party tonight, and you’re invited! There’s about an hour after dinner to get ready for the big event, and the sun’s well set by the time students start making their way to the shores of Lake Peckenpaugh. Like always, there is somehow, conveniently, not an adult in sight.⁠ Maybe it’s the rain, but whatever reason, that well-trodden damp dirt path up to Elflock Falls is unwatched and unblocked tonight. As with every party before, students in groups and pairs pass under the falls into a dark, wet cave.

A few paces in and that darkness gives way: damp turns dry, dark to light, and each student finds that they are soaring...

visuals!

volunteer slots!

It's hard to resist the call. You know what I'm talking about. Aristotle knows what I'm talking about! They drop their journal off the side of a cloud and, surprisedpikachu.jpg, their possession is lost! Thankfully, tomorrow morning, the lost item is found by Kermit on the shores of Lake Peckenpaugh.

pairings list!

• Aristotle Ahn
• STB #1: Magnolia
• STB #2: Armani
• 7MIH: Scarlett

• Armani Addams
• STB #1: Mary Grace
• STB #2: Aristotle
• 7MIH: Laszlo

• Chanel Addams
• STB #1: Fiona
• STB #2: Maisy
• 7MIH: Mary Grace

• Constanza Wolff
• STB #1: Zadie
• STB #2: Kermit
• 7MIH: Magnolia

• Elijah Rainwater
• STB #1: Holland
• STB #2: Uriah

• Felicity Deverill
• STB #1: Tybalt
• STB #2: Holland
• 7MIH: Wyatt

• Fiona Moon
• STB #1: Chanel
• STB #2: Jupiter
• 7MIH: Holland

• Holland Graves
• STB #1: Elijah
• STB #2: Felicity
• 7MIH: Fiona

• Jupiter Quigley
• STB #1: Scarlett
• STB #2: Fiona
• 7MIH: Willow

• Kermit Creekmore
• STB #1: Willow
• STB #2: Constanza
• 7MIH: Maisy

• Laszlo Pataki
• STB #1: Poppy
• STB #2: Zadie
• 7MIH: Armani

• Lydia Dwyer
• STB #1: Skip
• STB #2: Uriah
• 7MIH: Tybalt

• Magnolia d'Aguillon
• STB #1: Aristotle
• STB #2: Mary Grace
• 7MIH: Constanza

• Maisy Morgenstern
• STB #1: Wyatt
• STB #2: Chanel
• 7MIH: Kermit

• Mary Grace O'Malley
• STB #1: Armani
• STB #2: Magnolia
• 7MIH: Chanel

• Poppy Kreitzer
• STB #1: Laszlo
• STB #2: Willow
• 7MIH: Uriah

• Scarlett Hatfield
• STB #1: Jupiter
• STB #2: Skip
• 7MIH: Aristotle

• Skip Rider
• STB #1: Lydia
• STB #2: Scarlett

• Tybalt Zettler
• STB #1: Felicity
• STB #2: Wyatt
• 7MIH: Lydia

• Uriah Hatfield
• STB #1: Elijah
• STB #2: Lydia
• 7MIH: Poppy

• Willow Quackenbush
• STB #1: Kermit
• STB #2: Poppy
• 7MIH: Jupiter

• Wyatt Webberley
• STB #1: Maisy
• STB #2: Tybalt
• 7MIH: Felicity

• Zadie Lovelace
• STB #1: Constanza
• STB #2: Laszlo

how this works!

☁️ Welcome to the first Pocket Party of the year! Pocket always wants to hang out with the students of Peckenpaugh, and she uses her unusual magic to give them fantastic new places to play with her. This is Pocket’s domain, and she’ll block or (safely) eject anyone who is dangerously disruptive or threatens the safety or secrecy of the party.

☁️ Pocket Parties are pretty much old hat for Peckenpaugh's students, provided you've been here for a year. What's not old hat is the party, itself. Pocket's parties are always reliably wild and imaginative, bending the limits of magic and reality!

☁️ The party starts at 8PM, and stretches on indistinctly. No matter when you leave, though, it’s always 11PM ⁠— Pocket abides by the weekend campus curfew. :) ⁠— and when you exit the party, you arrive at the Falls.

☁️ Each student arrives with a pair of functional wings on their back, gifted also with the knowledge of (roughly) how to use them. The wings can be anything your heart desires, so get creative or ask us to RNG for you in the "What's Up?" section. Feel free to say your kid isn’t quite getting the hang of the wings, if you want.

☁️ The fluffy white ground is mostly solid, though you might sink in in some places. More likely, you’ll bounce, and there’s a lot of spring to the clouds.

locations!

☁️ WHAT'S UP?: You are! Literally! Welcome to Pocket’s Cloud Party. You’ve been gifted a set of functional wings so you can get around the fluffy surroundings. Use this space to tell us what those flappers look like? What’d your student decide to wear to the first Pocket Party of the year? How do they feel about this (seemingly) sky high adventure? Under this heading, you can request a randomized pair of wings by adding ‘WING ME, PLEASE’ to the body of your comment and the mods will provide you with a pair of random wings for your character.

☁️ BEFORE THE PARTY: You've got a full day of classes and dinner before it's even time to start getting ready! Here's a spot for threads about your day, or for prepping for the party.

☁️ THE BRIGHT AND SUNNY: Students arrive in a bright and sunny field of fluffy clouds against a pink lemonade sky. The first thing most will notice is just how bouncy it all is, putting a literal spring in your step and launching you high if you build up enough momentum. A large central cloud mass provides plenty of room to romp and play, or sprawl out in the fluff, but the area is surrounded by smatterings of smaller puffs. Most are solid, some not. They range in bounciness from turbo trampoline to squishier than your favorite bean bag chair, accommodating anywhere from one to ten students. Balloons of all shapes and sizes float about the area. Some have little baskets of finger food like pretzels, pop corn and potato chips. Others need to be popped to discover what tasty treat is inside ⁠— salty or sweet, the snacks inside are a little bit random, but generally the higher up the balloon the more rewarding the prize. If this flying thing isn’t doing you right, you can get around by rainbow, too. Most of the larger clouds are connected by bright rainbow bridges that leave your feet leaving trails of bright color wherever you step.

☁️ THE STARRY NIGHT: Slide down the right rainbow and you’ll be deposited in what feels like a whole new world. Gone is the bright daylight of before, this field of fluff is beneath a starry night sky. The air is so clear, unobscured by pollution, you can see the Milky Way overhead. A meteor shower is on full display, and sometimes the falling stars, chased by bright sparkling tails, land in the fluff around the area. Usually these bright little lights simply disappear on impact, but some of them remain intact, star-shaped lights that illuminate the area, can be carried around or just admired. It’s warm here, and cozy, a good place to sprawl out and watch the show in the sky. The balloons floating in this area glow softly, and drop glow sticks when popped.

☁️ PARTY GAMES: Along the edges of the starry night, a soft and squishy circle of clouds have been arranged to look like pillows and cushions, a wine bottle with a picture of a cicada on the label in the middle. Don’t worry about getting left out because it’s damn near impossible to miss the circle, as just above it floats a bright red lip-shaped hot air balloon. When the ladder drops, up to two people can climb aboard, and the balloon will disembark and float through the air for exactly seven minutes before unceremoniously dumping the pair back in the middle of the circle. Hope you had fun!!

☁️ THE SKYWAY: Just off the central cloud area is the Skyway, an open stretch of air perfect for a bit of flying. A soft, sweet breeze blows through, and a variety of colorful hot air balloons bob lazily throughout the field of blue. Baskets have room for between two and five teen-sized humans, allowing for a bit of privacy. Also dotting the open stretches of sky are flying contraptions of various design, brooms, umbrellas, planes and other air vehicles. If you’re looking to float lazily instead of flapping yourself, you won’t want for options out here.

☁️ THE...CAFE?: On the edge of the Skyway is an impressively large zeppelin floating lazily around the perimeter of the party. It’s easy enough to land and head inside, where guests are greeted with a comfortable, warm little cafe. A few tables and comfortable chairs fill the room, and on the far side there’s a coffee bar tended by a be-aproned cat barista. Her black fur is spotted gold, and a pair of delicate fairy wings are folded closed against her back, but the real giveaway of her identity is the pair of raybans she’s wearing. Pock-cat the Barista will mix up just about anything you ask her for, though she might not get it quite right, and no matter what you request, she prepares it as though fixing you a fancy coffee drink. Come order a drink, grab a seat and watch the lovely sky scenery roll by.

☁️ END OF THE NIGHT: While the party seems to stretch on for several hours, only a few have elapsed by the time students pass from Pocket's cave back to campus, arriving on the rocks by the falls. Head back home and climb into bed. It's been a long night!

☁️ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

Comments

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

This is subideal. Mary Grace doesn't want to go in the hot air balloon, and if her bottle had landed on two-thirds of the people in this circle she would have rebuffed them with a throwaway neg.

But she's not gonna chicken out when faced with Chanel.

She'd never live it down.

"After you," she offers, holding the ladder like a goddamn gentlewoman, and not someone trying desperately to remain on solid-ish ground for two more minutes.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[necrodanseuse]

Chanel is instantly suspicious.She likes Mary Grace, really she does. It’s just that she also doesn’t put it beyond her to shove Chanel off in a ridiculous lip air balloon alone for seven minutes, and take off. It’s a compliment, truly. She takes the chivalry with a furrow in her brow, and pauses on the very top rung. The way she smiles down is an unmistakable challenge. “Coming?” She dares her not to.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

There's no backing down. Not to such a clear challenge. Not in front of half the kids in school (or at least the cool ones).

"Wouldn't dream of missing out, darling," she calls up, and her knuckles are white as she pulls herself up the ladder after Chanel. It'll be okay once she's in the stupid basket, she promises herself. It's just a totally normal seven minutes in heaven, even if they might literally be in heaven right now for all she knows.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[necrodanseuse]

Unfortunately for Mary Grace, Chanel's taking that tight demeanor as annoyance, not fear. One's certainly more fun to poke at than the other. Maybe it's a tactic; the more Chanel riles her up, the less seconds they have to worry about what to do. Either way, when Chanel reaches the basket, she hops down gracefully, and wrinkles her nose, looking around, unimpressed with just everything. "Oh, it's delightfully small and tacky." She decides, and leans against one corner of the basket, arms crossed like she'd rather just get all this over with.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

Annoyance is a good interpretation. It's an acceptable emotion to have, and Mary Grace is actually kind of annoyed. At herself, mostly, but at least a little bit at Pocket.

She drops into the basket after Chanel and it bounces with her added weight. Mary Grace's jaw clenches and she doesn't let go of the edge, but she's going to act normal now. She just has to remember what that means. What would she usually do when trapped in a tight space with a cute girl for seven minutes??

Oh, right. Flirt. She can remember how to do that.

"And way too much light. You're not supposed to see everyone's blemishes." The balloon rocks as it takes off from the circle. Luckily Mary Grace totally just nailed that.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[necrodanseuse]

It's too late for either of them to escape. They've lost the benefit of gravity, and they're in the air for seven whole minutes. Chanel raises an eyebrow, and she's inwardly seething. Her skin is perfect, and Mary Grace shouldn't be getting under it. She isn't. She tilts her head to assess the other girl's face, and lets out a soft hissing sound, the nearest thing she has to false empathy. "Ooooh. Well don't worry. I have some very good masks I can recommend. You'll be fine by the next party."

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

Mary Grace scowls. She has exactly two flaws and Chanel just hit on one of them while standing neck deep in the other. Truly God tier negging.

"I only use specialty face masks, actually," she responds. "Very expensive." It's a lame retort and Mary Grace knows it. Her scowl deepens.

"Besides, I'm sure absolutely everyone's faces and lips are already super chapped. What with all this cold air and—" Mary Grace goes to take a step toward Chanel here, but her hand is still clamped onto the edge of the basket and she doesn't go far. This is really hampering her game. She sighs, and her voice has an irritated bite to it when she continues. "And whatever else people get up to at these things."

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[necrodanseuse]

That still stings, though. "You think I don't use specialty?" She curls her nose up, an automatic response. She mercifully doesn't go into a rant on where her own face masks are imported from, though she certainly could. Chanel does stalk gently forward, making up for the moves Mary Grace isn't making. She maybe shouldn't press this far, but she's never met a button it wasn't fun to push. And it feels like she's just barely maintaining the upper hand, so she has to keep it.

"And what could they be getting up to?"

She taunts, unsure as to what end she's trying for here, but the ride's fun.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

Mary Grace bites the tip of her tongue. Ugh. This would be the perfect time to push back, put herself in Chanel's personal bubble, dare her with something either clever or cute or sexy. Why don't we figure it out for ourselves? she could say.

"Don—" she stammers out instead, one hand instinctively raising. Nope. Don't do that, O'Malley. Deep breath, reset, maybe Chanel didn't even notice.

"Wouldn't you love to find out?" she finally counters. Her voice is weak, but her eyebrow arch is strong, so it kind of evens out there.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[necrodanseuse]

Even in the fog of Chanel's own ego, it becomes abundantly clear that this is not Mary Grace's finest hour. Chanel does stop when the hand raises, and then takes one step farther back. She refuses to get puked on by Mary Grace O'Malley, tonight or any night, which is what she thinks might be happening. She blinks, unsure of how to aid this situation without risking exactly that.

"Are you okay?" She drops her act but keeps her distance.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

"I'm fine," Mary Grace snaps. Even if Chanel's only concerned about her shoes, she hates the feeling of being pitied or cared for, almost as much as she hates pitying or caring for others. "I'm actually really great, for the official record, and just wish Pocket trusted us with dangerous shit like this more often." She shrugs, getting way too defensive way too fast. "Party in an active volcano next, I'll hop on in."

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[necrodanseuse]

Chanel knows this tone. She's used this tone. The one that told everyone to get the hell away, lest she be perceived as weak. So by all rights, she should respect it. Instead, she rolls her eyes. Maybe that's its own respect. "Oh please." She scoffs, "Do you know how much more likely you are to die walking down the street than in an air balloon? Or volcano. It's not comparable, we're fine."

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

"I know I'm fine, I told you I'm fine," Mary Grace responds, tense and defensive, and she takes a full step away from the edge. "And the sixty-eight people who died from broom and other magical air travel accidents last year also thought they were fine."

Mary Grace knows that stat isn't particularly relevant, but there aren't any stats for people who died in magical dimensions controlled by drunk cicadas, and she doesn't trust that Pocket knows just how breakable humans are.

Still, her pride is on the line, and to show just how fine she is, Mary Grace takes peels her hand off the edge of the basket and folds her arms across her chest. "See? Fine. I trust the party bug as much as you do."

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[necrodanseuse]

Chanel mirrors the stance. "Sixty-eight, huh." Her voice is flat, relatively unimpressed, but the fact that she doesn't give Mary Grace a litany of other, more admirable death statistics means she's trying to be sensitive.

Or at least productive, because she tries another tactic, which might preserve the other girl's pride a little more. Ostensibly, that's why she starts clapping slowly at the progress. Anger's better than worry, and she knows she can provoke at least that.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

Mary Grace's face flushes at the yclapping, and her fists clench. "Oh, fuck off," she snarls and makes a grab for one of Chanel's arms, and she hates the way her heart skips a beat when the basket wobbles under her feet.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[necrodanseuse]

Ah. Yes. Perfect. Ordinarily, Chanel could’ve dodged the grab, but she doesn’t want to. The approach seems to be working. She grabs Mary Grace’s arm right back, closing distance and honestly just asking to be punched. “Or what?” She adds fuel to the fire.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

Mary Grace's stomach is tight as the basket shifts with their weight, and Chanel is right in front of her, kind of just asking to be punched.

"Or," she takes a step closer and looks Chanel dead in the eye and quirks one eyebrow. "We might just find out what else it is they do up here."

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[necrodanseuse]

The possibility of being puked on has, unfortunately, escaped her mind now. Chanel's rarely one to throw the first punch. And she doesn't now. She just exercises every inch she has over the other girl, and shoves at her arm, dismissive, but consciously light enough to not send her tumbling. "You're not going to try anything." She says, knowing precisely what end this will bring.

💋💋 CHANEL & MARY GRACE 💋💋

[crowhop]

Mary Grace grits her teeth. If she stays right here, in this moment, then she's not thinking about the sky outside and how fucking flimsy the bottom of this basket is and just how easy it would be to fall and who even knows what these wings are actually capable of and—right. She's here, in this moment, and not thinking about that.


"So then what'd you bring a girl up here for?"