Goodbye Dollet and Thanks for All the Fish! (backdated to Sept 28)

[om_nom_namur]

Characters: EVERYONE!!! And any "local" NPCs you want to make up
Location: A warehouse down by the wharf
Rating: G+? idk people will do as they will do
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: It's an excuse to pump dance music really really loudly, tbh.

The party was put together ridiculously fast, but everyone who decided to help went all out, and the place is pretty damn awesome. There are refreshments, strobe lights, a loudass music setup, and lots of space to dance. Come on in and have a blast! Garden will be sailing off in the morning, and then it's back to school. Time to get in that last hurrah!

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[thatched]

It couldn't be replaced. That was why she didn't get it. It was history. It was like the Moby Dick. A part of him that he'd worked toward. Put money toward. Something for Namur and him so they could actually get around. It was what had got them through so much.

It was fine that she didn't get it. He grinned at her words while she straightened his shirt and tried to push the cold inside him to more managable levels since they didn't matter right now. Instead he cupped her chin with his fingers.

"You're a dream, sweetheart." And he meant it. Sometimes a nightmare, true, but not always. Sometimes she was just too damn sweet. He gave her a brief kiss to the forehead.

[fionna_time]

"You know it!" Fionna bumped her hand with the pony's hooves. "I know he's cool and all, but come on, you are Rainbow Dash! As it is, I gotta make sure I keep up with you! Now come on, you gotta dance with me!"

[redcinemareel]

She also should have said 'repaired' but oh well. Grell knew better than to think everything lasts forever, so it wouldn't have made much of a difference. If she were to hold onto everything that held sentimental value, she would have far too many things and would never move forward.

Maybe she wouldn't 'get it', but she understood, and simply refused to let something that could be replaced be the reason for potentially losing family. "The naughty kind~?"

[om_nom_namur]

And he was totally okay with that. Everybody had their hidden devils. "Sheheheh ain't that the truth!" he laughed. "But seriously, y' tried that shit? Think it'll be pretty damn obvious it's more alcohol than punch, even t' them that's never had it before."

On the way back to the boombox the beat got a little too irresistible, and instead of his usual gait he began to slide glide across the floor.

[thatched]

"He'zza lying bastard, but I don't care. He's glorious and so are you." He stuck out his tongue playfully as Ace wolf-whistled and then--cuz hell he was there already, took his shirt off completely, laying it over a chair before showin' off his guns, because if anyone could 'ppreciate it Ace could as there was no Fossa or goddamn diamond Jozu to show him up.

And then, like booze from heaven, came the dulcet tones of his song comes on.

Fuck yes. Thatch more or less gracefully scrambles on top of a table, kicks the near empty punch bowl off of it and starts to sing along as he dances for Ace's pleasure--and the ladies too.

Re: Dance Floor

[fotlenke]

Sigyn's delighted to have occasion for dancing, and she's out there on the dance floor, twirling and shaking her hips. She's wearing the right dress to show off her long legs, with slits up the side to past mid thigh that nothing restricts her movement. It's like she's back home in the fortress with her family and her people, celebrating her mother, her grandfather, and all of Vanaheim before them.

She's lost herself in the music, eyes closed, making believe just for now that she's dancing alongside her sisters.

[thatched]

"Every kind." He kissed her hand again and shook himself out of it. Reminding himself that Grell was-- offering more than any-- car no--matter how important it was-- she could bring so much more.

"Maybe some day I'll tell you about her. But tonight I think I'll just steal the next dance if you'll have me."

[thatched]

"You, too, sweetpea. And he'll adore it. We'll have to find Marco to get it all settled, but first, Fionna my dear--" he pressed another paper cup into her hands.

"A toast, to new nakama!"

[thatched]

He stands a little straighter and sets the bottle on the table as he moves inside, moving into a little sideways dance step as the music hits him, wondering if Fionna will adjust. As he does he bellows calls out.

"Oh Nam-chaaaan!"

[redcinemareel]

"That sounds fair enough." She was curious about the tales he had about his car. Then again, when didn't he have a tale?

Grell smoothed her fingers over his jawline lightly with a smile, which was soon replaced with a look of skepticism. "That depends on the next selection."

[fionna_time]

Fionna, giddy with drink and enthusiasm, seemed to raise herself higher, and gladly accepted the cup.

"Yes, a toast to...to...that thing you said!"

[fionna_time]

Oh come on Thatch, Fionna was born to dance (apparently)! She shuffles and shimmies a little herself, waiting for Namur to come over.

"We totes have an important question to ask you!"

Re: Dance Floor

[fionna_time]

The longer she was here, Fionna associated each of the people in the Garden differently, and what they meant for her. For Rainbow Dash, it was always awesomeness and bravery and strength. With Namur and Thatch, they were like her best bros back home: unpredictable, smart and ready to have fun! With the recently departed Twilight, it was intelligence and magic that made Fionna want to be smarter than what she was.

But with Sigyn, who looked most human of all, there was no question: she had a sort of natural beauty and sophistication that made Fionna feel like a crippled walrus tripping over itself in comparison. She was particularly elegant and striking tonight that it struck Fionna dumb, and suddenly showing up in her shirt and skirt seemed to make her feel very childish in comparison.

Man, where WAS Cake when you needed her?

She just watched for now, in quiet awe.

[elementofloyalty]

"So long as it's not BALLROOM." Rainbow made a face. Not that it would bem, of course, but Dash herself had shifted into something of a complainy mood.

[gunbladegrrl]

Maria, who had spent a little time wondering just how to categorize Namur after meeting him the first time, said, "He's an interesting combination of massively-powerful fighter and bashful dork."

[gunbladegrrl]

"Have you ever tried sticking a dagger in your eye?" The 'how do you know' argument never sat well with her, after any number of times in her youth when it had been used on her to try to persuade her away from her goals and dreams and onto a new path.

[gunbladegrrl]

"We maintain the polite fiction so nobody feels obligated to shut the party down," Maria said wryly. "I'm not trying to kill anybody's fun, so let's pretend we don't see the underage drinking."

[gunbladegrrl]

Devil?! That was Maria's finest quality!

She wasn't about to join in, but she watched his little show with a hearty amount of amusement. Why a party like this was supposed to be fun, she would never understand, but she had to admit that for people who liked it, they certainly appeared to be having lots of fun indeed.

[fionna_time]

Fionna faulted. "Oh..yeah, I actually gotta take that class this semester. That's gonna suck hard."

[elementofloyalty]

"It won't be so bad. You're already a human," the pony grumbled.

[fionna_time]

"Well...can you show me?"

[rewritethis]

Ed's eyes narrowed at the unfortunate choice of words. "After getting some fresh air," he said, with an extra-spirited attempt to yank her leg off of him. "And I'm surprised you don't need it too - even if you ignore the rest, this place reeks. Makes me wonder what they normally use it for."

[elementofloyalty]

She let go, recognizing when enough was enough for this particular moment. "Okay, Mr. Grumpy, how about you flash up the decorations a little bit? It's not really stylish right now, I bet they'd love making it look a little more... awesome!"

She didn't expect him to agree, mostly because she was so obviously trying to bait him into using his alchemy just to make him enjoy himself. But she DID love to see him do it.

[rewritethis]

At first, going by his expression, it looked like the baiting had worked about as well as anybody could have expected. "I'm not -"

But he trailed off mid-sentence. Yeah, now that she mentioned it... if he thought he knew what was giving him this headache, he did have more options than to just grin (or scowl) and bear it, didn't he?

The realisation was all the encouragement he needed. Purposefully, coattails trailing behind him, he made a beeline for the nearest speaker.

[elementofloyalty]

"Uh." Rainbow followed along behind him, alarmed that he appeared to have listened -- and when she saw where he was heading, she put on an extra burst to interpose herself. "Whoa, Ed, if you take out the music they'll kill us!"