Audrey's made a little nest for herself in the corner of this, a living room that is approximately the size of her house. All around her are risks to make it less pristine, but she's being careful. A drink to one side, and her inks to the other. She's just buzzed enough to be comfortable lifting said (temporary) inks upwards when she hears footsteps hovering above. "Draw your resolution? Hear it sticks a little better. Under the skin."
The winter break has been kind to Tony. He escaped Peckenpaugh with not a moment to spare, blissfully unaware of the fact that 'he' asked out the entire Deeplurk Senior Girl's dorm. Surely, that won't come back to bite him in the new year.
If he at all senses any doom impending, he sure doesn't show it. Tony appears remarkably at ease, considering he is at an unsanctioned house party packed to the brim with underage drinkers in the heart of Mormon country. He palms a bottle of cheap vodka with one hand and continuously refills solo cups for the crowd gathered around the massive kitchen island. His assistant for the moment, Kennedee(?!?), keeps topping off everyone's drinks with rootbeer whether you ask her to or not. "We're servin' up hard sarsaparillas," he informs the next person to approach the countertop, "but, for you, I'll take a special request."
Solo cup in hand, Adrian wanders into what he's pretty sure is the eighth unique bathroom he's come across. Or maybe he's been in this one before? Multiple times? Shit. He was just looking for the baby cats.
"Augh??" he says loudly, hoping someone will hear him and rescue him.
Val places the paper bag in the center of the circle. They've all been invited into her room, which is exactly what you'd expect. Pink, lacy, covered in dried flowers and crystals. There's a shrine with half-melted candles in the corner, a massive queen sized canopy bed, and a window seat.
"That's it," she whispers. "Have any of you done pot before?" Because clearly Val has not.
Here's some backstory: there are enough animals and people in the Quigley household that Atlas has never been gifted a familiar of his very own. There's been plenty of opportunities for him to sneak an animal in unannounced, but he's never really found one worthy of taking advantage.
That changed tonight, because they're in a room full of kittens. Which are small, extremely cute, and also just everywhere. Atlas has no business with a kitten, and he absolutely by no means can afford one of these. But the more they curl around his ankles, the more he wants one. So he sidles up to Skip, who he thinks will be in on this, and addresses him, voice low, while looking straight ahead, not at all suspicious. If he wasn't grinning, mischief-struck, it would almost sound frightening.
"It'd be so easy to make one of them disappear, wouldn't it?"
NAME: Mary Grace O'Malley ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnot really no WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: She yelled at Elijah and his possum pet for not reading her mind yesterday. WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: She'd either like to break a thing, a boy, or kiss a cutie. Maybe not in that order. ANYTHING ELSE?: She repainted her nails last night because she was upset seeing a possum rocking a better manicure than her.
NAME: Ramona Grimsditch ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: I think a more apt question is are you worthy of her trust? WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: Tried to catch a Muscheron in a rat trap. WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: CERTAINLY not to fall in love at midnight. ANYTHING ELSE?:*someone else's **cat
NAME: Ian Fitzpatrick ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: Only insofar as he remembers his promises, which is about 3 seconds from now. WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: Hid and warded his brother's fucking oboe so he didn't have to hear another concerto-or-whatever. WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: Switch around at least 5 paintings. ANYTHING ELSE?: He currently craves Valcatrie's approval more than his parents'.
NAME: Gertrude Judith Mcgilliguddy ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: Define "trust" WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: Made a plot to poison a rival drum major. She probably won't go through with it. WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: She wants to get trashed and NOT do a kiss. ANYTHING ELSE?: Cats seem a good judge of character.
NAME: Presley Mondragon ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: You can trust him to claim he's not having fun with whatever he's doing, including petting an adorable cat. WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: "Accidentally" knocked his cousin Eve's powder compact to the bathroom floor, shattering it. WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: Make sure none of his friends die. Alternatively, if they must die, then have a front row seat to the show. ANYTHING ELSE?: Despite what he says, a part of his soul crumples up whenever an animal rejects him.
Mary Grace has not been keeping an eye on the clock. Why should she care about time when she's at a party in someone else's house, not hosted by a drunk supernatural entity with a poor grasp on mortality? But the champagne is coming out and her current best bet for someone to kiss is Cache Fogarty, who isn't worth the wasted lip gloss.
It's with that in mind that Mary Grace snags two flutes of charmed champagne, steps right around the nearest squeaky clean kid from down the block, and holds it out to Lydia.
"You don't wanna start the decade any more sober than you need to be, do you?"
Others are finding lips to lock with at a pace that's quickly picking up, which means midnight must be nearly here. Winter, gremlin that she is, has helped herself not to a glass of champagne or a kissing buddy, but a Teflon pan and metal spoon for banging.
Ostensibly it's to drive away evil spirits with noise at midnight, but she also brandishes them like weapons any time someone gets too close to her.
Cicero drags his eyes over the nearest sad sack, and not in a sexy way. More in an analyzing, judgmental way that suggest he's not surprised they're alone as midnight creeps up on them. Cicero is alone by choice, which is a huge difference.
He's dressed as usual, but a little more sparkly and brandishing a glass of untouched champagne. "I'll kiss you for five dragots," he offers like it's an extremely reasonable and generous business proposition that's not coming from a 5'3" overly precocious sophomore.
It's time. Almost time, anyway. He's been watching the clock for the past twenty-five minutes, careful not to let time slip away from him like it sometimes does. One small distraction can steal a surprising number of minutes from him, which is ordinarily acceptable. It's easy to track the seconds when he's waiting for a potion to brew, but exact times are more elusive. And he's had a flute of this champagne, which is making his head feel like it's floating away from his body. He forgot to mind the time for six whole minutes while guessing at its makeup, and having a second glass in the process.
But he's present now, and focused on Armani. In fact, he's been staring for a while. When the countdown starts, he takes a step in towards him until he's closer than usual, looking down at his friend. Friend? More than that? Just that? This is an excuse to test some boundaries and emotions. Laszlo's never been very good at either of those.
Overall, as far as she was concerned, any party with cats was a fun time. And she hadn't been wrong, although she'd had to put Sorcha outside for a bit before her familiar got too familiar with some kitties. Now that midnight was approaching, she had found a spot to chill out and enjoy the champagne and enjoy the spectacle that was going to be her classmates akwardly kissing.
"This is my entertainment for the next solid month," she says with satisfaction to whomever joins her.
It's nearing midnight, and Holland's not trashed but she's definitely not sober. She totters a little near the wall in her too-high heels, mostly unaware of the time as she sips on some champagne and considers begging her parents for another cat. Standing alone thinking about cats is significantly less interesting than her friends, though, so the moment she sees Val she excitedly waves to her, in the process spilling a little of her drink on her (thankfully black) dress.
Everyone's gathering for the big countdown. Somehow, they all made it one more year. Even Uriah and Tybalt, despite their best attempts at kicking the bucket early. Uriah's usually not much of one for this kind of celebration, but he'd kiss any girl looking for a pretty guy to ring out the year with.
It seems kind of pointless, though.
He'd rather just—It's not a great idea, but he grabs the hem of Tybalt's shirt anyway and pulls him in the opposite direction of all the champagne. "Fuck this. C'mon."
WHAT'S UP?
THE PARTY
THE PARTY: Audrey's Resolution Corner (Open++!)
THE PARTY: Audrey and Mags resolution time
THE PARTY: Audrey and Mags resolution time
THE PARTY: Audrey and Mags resolution time
THE PARTY: Audrey and Mags resolution time
THE PARTY: Tony Is In Danger (Open+ !)
If he at all senses any doom impending, he sure doesn't show it. Tony appears remarkably at ease, considering he is at an unsanctioned house party packed to the brim with underage drinkers in the heart of Mormon country. He palms a bottle of cheap vodka with one hand and continuously refills solo cups for the crowd gathered around the massive kitchen island. His assistant for the moment, Kennedee(?!?), keeps topping off everyone's drinks with rootbeer whether you ask her to or not. "We're servin' up hard sarsaparillas," he informs the next person to approach the countertop, "but, for you, I'll take a special request."
THE PARTY: Tony Is In Danger & Imogen Is the Danger
THE PARTY: Tony Is In Danger & Imogen Is the Danger
THE PARTY: Tony Is In Danger & Imogen Is the Danger
THE PARTY: Tony Is In Danger & Imogen Is the Danger
THE PARTY: Tony Is In Danger & Imogen Is the Danger
THE PARTY: Tony Is In Danger & Imogen Is the Danger
THE REST OF THE HOUSE
Adrian is lost and not snooping honest (Open)
"Augh??" he says loudly, hoping someone will hear him and rescue him.
Adrian is lost and Chanel is a little snoopy
Adrian is lost and Chanel is a little snoopy
Adrian is lost and Chanel is a little snoopy
Adrian is lost and Chanel is a little snoopy
Adrian is lost and Chanel is a little snoopy
Adrian is lost and Chanel is a little snoopy
Adrian is lost and Chanel is a little snoopy
Adrian is lost and Chanel is a little snoopy
Animorphs Get High
"That's it," she whispers. "Have any of you done pot before?" Because clearly Val has not.
Animorphs Get High
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Animorphs Get High
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Animorphs Get High
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THE KITTEN ROOM
THE KITTEN ROOM: Armani & Open++
He's lying on the ground, limbs spread out like he's making snow angels, and he lets the kittens crawl over him. "I love you! Yes, I do!"
THE KITTEN ROOM: Armani & Wyatt
THE KITTEN ROOM: Armani & Wyatt
THE KITTEN ROOM: Armani & Wyatt
THE KITTEN ROOM: Atlas and Skip Do a Kitten Heist
That changed tonight, because they're in a room full of kittens. Which are small, extremely cute, and also just everywhere. Atlas has no business with a kitten, and he absolutely by no means can afford one of these. But the more they curl around his ankles, the more he wants one. So he sidles up to Skip, who he thinks will be in on this, and addresses him, voice low, while looking straight ahead, not at all suspicious. If he wasn't grinning, mischief-struck, it would almost sound frightening.
"It'd be so easy to make one of them disappear, wouldn't it?"
THE KITTEN ROOM: Atlas and Skip Do a Kitten Heist
THE KITTEN ROOM: Atlas and Skip Do a Kitten Heist
THE KITTEN ROOM: Atlas and Skip Do a Kitten Heist
THE KITTEN ROOM: Atlas and Skip Do a Kitten Heist
THE KITTEN ROOM: Atlas and Skip Do a Kitten Heist
VALKYRIE I (THE KNEAZEL)
VALKYRIE I (THE KNEAZEL)
ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnot really no
WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: She yelled at Elijah and his possum pet for not reading her mind yesterday.
WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: She'd either like to break a thing, a boy, or kiss a cutie. Maybe not in that order.
ANYTHING ELSE?: She repainted her nails last night because she was upset seeing a possum rocking a better manicure than her.
VALKYRIE I & Ramona
ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: I think a more apt question is are you worthy of her trust?
WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: Tried to catch a Muscheron in a rat trap.
WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: CERTAINLY not to fall in love at midnight.
ANYTHING ELSE?: *someone else's **cat
VALKYRIE I & Fitz
ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: Only insofar as he remembers his promises, which is about 3 seconds from now.
WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: Hid and warded his brother's fucking oboe so he didn't have to hear another concerto-or-whatever.
WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: Switch around at least 5 paintings.
ANYTHING ELSE?: He currently craves Valcatrie's approval more than his parents'.
VALKYRIE I & Trudy
ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: Define "trust"
WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: Made a plot to poison a rival drum major. She probably won't go through with it.
WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: She wants to get trashed and NOT do a kiss.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Cats seem a good judge of character.
VALKYRIE I & Presley
ARE THEY A TRUSTWORTHY PERSON?: You can trust him to claim he's not having fun with whatever he's doing, including petting an adorable cat.
WHAT'S THE MOST RECENT SKETCHY THING THEY'VE DONE?: "Accidentally" knocked his cousin Eve's powder compact to the bathroom floor, shattering it.
WHAT DO THEY WANT TO HAPPEN AT THIS PARTY?: Make sure none of his friends die. Alternatively, if they must die, then have a front row seat to the show.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Despite what he says, a part of his soul crumples up whenever an animal rejects him.
MIDNIGHT
MIDNIGHT: Mary Grace & Lydia
It's with that in mind that Mary Grace snags two flutes of charmed champagne, steps right around the nearest squeaky clean kid from down the block, and holds it out to Lydia.
"You don't wanna start the decade any more sober than you need to be, do you?"
MIDNIGHT: Mary Grace & Lydia
MIDNIGHT: Mary Grace & Lydia
MIDNIGHT: Mary Grace & Lydia
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Spirits Away (OPEN)
Ostensibly it's to drive away evil spirits with noise at midnight, but she also brandishes them like weapons any time someone gets too close to her.
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Winter Chases Evil Presley Away
MIDNIGHT: Cicero's Proposal (open++)
He's dressed as usual, but a little more sparkly and brandishing a glass of untouched champagne. "I'll kiss you for five dragots," he offers like it's an extremely reasonable and generous business proposition that's not coming from a 5'3" overly precocious sophomore.
MIDNIGHT: Cicero's Proposal (open++)
MIDNIGHT: Cicero's Proposal & Fitz's Reaction
MIDNIGHT: Cicero's Proposal & Fitz's Venture Captialism
MIDNIGHT: Cicero's Proposal & Fitz's Venture Captialism
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MIDNIGHT: Cicero's Proposal & Fitz's Venture Captialism
MIDNIGHT: Cicero's Proposal & Fitz's Venture Captialism
MIDNIGHT: Laszlo & Armani
But he's present now, and focused on Armani. In fact, he's been staring for a while. When the countdown starts, he takes a step in towards him until he's closer than usual, looking down at his friend. Friend? More than that? Just that? This is an excuse to test some boundaries and emotions. Laszlo's never been very good at either of those.
MIDNIGHT: Laszlo & Armani
MIDNIGHT: Laszlo & Armani
MIDNIGHT: Laszlo & Armani
MIDNIGHT: Laszlo & Armani
MIDNIGHT: Laszlo & Armani
MIDNIGHT: Mags and Open+++
"This is my entertainment for the next solid month," she says with satisfaction to whomever joins her.
MIDNIGHT: Mags and Merlin
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MIDNIGHT: Holland & Val
"Oh shoot shoot shoot."
MIDNIGHT: Holland & Val
MIDNIGHT: Holland & Val
MIDNIGHT: Holland & Val
MIDNIGHT: Holland & Val
MIDNIGHT: Holland & Val
MIDNIGHT: Holland & Val
MIDNIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
It seems kind of pointless, though.
He'd rather just—It's not a great idea, but he grabs the hem of Tybalt's shirt anyway and pulls him in the opposite direction of all the champagne. "Fuck this. C'mon."
MIDNIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
MIDNIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
MIDNIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
MIDNIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
MIDNIGHT: Uriah & Tybalt
MIDNIGHT: Felicity & OPEN
MIDNIGHT: Felicity & Claudia
MIDNIGHT: Felicity & Claudia
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & OPEN
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & Xenia
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & Xenia
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & Xenia
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & Xenia
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & Xenia
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & Xenia
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & Xenia
MIDNIGHT: Lionel & Xenia
MIDNIGHT: Viola & OPEN
MIDNIGHT: Viola & Wyatt
MIDNIGHT: Viola & Wyatt
MIDNIGHT: Viola & Wyatt
MIDNIGHT: Viola & Wyatt
MIDNIGHT: Viola & Wyatt
MIDNIGHT: Viola & Wyatt
MIDNIGHT: Viola & Wyatt
(WELL AFTER) MIDNIGHT: Aristotle Screwed Up (Open++)
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THANK YOU MEGGIE! This is adorable feed everyone to the kittens
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