peckenpaugh | NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY

NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY

what's up? Tonight, Valkyrie Horvat is throwing her very first house party! Her parents are out of town, and that means it's time for teens to get wasted on champagne. With the help of a local older boy, Cache Fogarty, Val has a well-stocked bar.

The Horvat home is located in a magical suburb full of massive houses of questionable taste. It's five stories of nonsense, which is way too much space for three people and their cats. The decor looks like it came out of a home furnishing magazine: pristine, beige, lacking in personality. It's begging to be covered in confetti and glitter, and no one this rich is going to miss that vase they probably bought from WizAnthropologie.

In fact, the only really exciting thing about Val's house is that is'f full of cats. Most of them are kneazel-persian designer kitties, and a lot of them are young kittens ready for adoption (if you have the $$$). There's a room dedicated to the littlest kittens and their moms, but no rowdy partying it allowed in there!

visuals!

volunteer slots! Poppy Kreitzer bonds with one of the clever little kittens in the kitten room, and is sad to say goodbye. But Poppy doesn't stay parted from the wily little thing for long, because when they get home, they discover it somehow managed to hitch a ride in their bag/purse/jacket. Surprise!

Val should probably ask for it back.

Aristotle Ahn gets hopelessly lost in the maze of identical looking rooms, and the magical McMansion curse seems reluctant to let them go. They've definitely seen that watercolor of the Bountiful Mormon temple several times while trying to return to the party. Luckily, Valkyrie I (the kneazel, not the girl) finds them and leads them back to safety.

how this works! ⬥ It's a party!!!

⬥ Val would prefer you not break anything but she's on the outs with her mom so, like, whatever, you know? Just don't break her stuff.

⬥ Like the genius she is, Val invited the whole school. Even sophomores. Especially the Quackenbushes.

⬥ There are some local kids here too, so if you have a thing for clean cut Mormon wizards and witches, you can get your flirt on with individuals such as Glade Ploegin, Bostyn, Kennedee, Kenedi or Kenidy. Cache Fogarty seems to be the local heartthrob.

⬥ Do a kiss at midnight!

locations! ⬦ WHAT'S UP?: I figure we all might be a little overwhelmed with NYE and other ic/oocs, so feel free to just summarize what your kids were up to!

⬦ THE PARTY: The hottest location is the kitchen (all the appliances are massive and very shiny, and the island is big enough to use as a stage) and the licing room (with a grand fireplace and enough sofas to seat a dozen people).

⬦ THE REST OF THE HOUSE: There's no lack of rooms to sneak off to. Val's room is locked, but there are at least six bedrooms and four offices that are furnished but very unlived in. Don't get lost! (It's incredibly easy to get lost. This house may look normal enough, but there's definitely magic going on if you stray from the main rooms.)

⬦ THE KITTEN ROOM: If you promise to be good, Val will grant you access to the kitten room. These kittens are all under six weeks old, and they're very clever and mischievous. They absolutely know right from wrong, and every drunk teenager is a potential mark. Don't let them escape.

⬦ VALKYRIE I: An aging kneazel, Valkyrie I sits proudly on a designer cat tree watching the party like an elderly matron. She seems to see right into your soul. Will she let you pet her? Fill out the form below to find out.

⬦ MIDNIGHT: Everyone is given a glass of champagne that's enchanted to make you extra giggly and giddy. Toast and maybe get a New Year's Eve kiss!

⬦ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

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"He means rootbeer," Kennedee chirps, ever helpful. Tony nods in agreement and plucks Imogen's cup from her hand, dumping the swill of champagne into the oversized sink basin behind him. He uses his wand to fill her cup with ice before counting out a hearty, but sensible, pour of vodka. Without prompting, Kennedee tops it off with a few glugs of A&W.

"Do you like whipped cream?" Tony asks, already heading for the fridge.

"Oh. Whatever."

Imogen gives herself a final look-over, glances into her now full cup, and turns a somewhat tired gaze upward at her new benefactors. "And yes."

She squints at Tony, turning him over in her mind as he spans the kitchen. Her head tilts. Then it comes into focus. "Oh. You're that dude."

Imogen Rainwater knows exactly who he is and Tony knows that. Or, possibly, she's been on the receiving end of one too many bludgers to the brain, which seems like a personal problem. Either way, he doesn't appear perturbed by the flippant way she addresses him. "The one and only," he jibes with her as he roots around in the fridge.

He should have known better than to assume the Horvats would keep whipped cream on hand. The contents of this fridge are beginning to make him think that there is something abnormal about Joe Deverill's parenting style. "We may just be outta luck," he turns to tell her, apologetic. "Now, guess I'm the No Whipped Cream dude."

Imogen seems to find this amusing enough, and then distracting enough; wherever her gaming little thoughts might have led, the absence of so necessary an ingredient is more interesting.

"This place is," she observes with dry regret, "so boring and yet so weird."

It doesn't look like Imogen is about to light anything on fire to make things more interesting but he truly would not put it past her. Wordlessly, Tony steps between her and the stovetop. He slings a heavy, familiar arm around her shoulders in spite of her earlier suggestion that they are not at all familiar. "Bet there's a skeleton in one of these closets," he posits, gesturing vaguely to the overabundance of kitchen cabinets.

NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY

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