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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Music Requests

[om_nom_namur]

[Post YT or other links here.]

[eggplantallergy]

No party is complete without this. Don't stop the dancin'!

[thatched]

Every party needs a slow dance.

[redcinemareel]

So she actually came! She can change her mind, okay?! But this song sounded pretty good, so Grell stood off to the side, listening to it with a soft smile.

[om_nom_namur]

Pumped up Kicks
People Like Us
My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark
Can't Hold Us
Roar
Slow Down
All the Right Moves
Club Can't Handle Me
Wild Ones
Titanium
Without You

[redcinemareel]

Grell seemed to have taken a liking to all the fire songs, like the third one. But other than that, she approved of the selection. Getting her out to the dance floor would take a few strong drinks, though, so she made her way to the DJ booth, waving lightly to Mister Fishbro.

"Perhaps deciding to come was a good idea~!" She leaned over to see his work area better. "Have you done this before?" While she understood computers, music systems were a bit out of her ken.

Dance Floor

[om_nom_namur]

[Go crazy!]

Re: Dance Floor

[fionna_time]

Of course, there was no way that you were going to be able to keep a certain bunny eared girl off the floor! Sure, she'd already had her share of refreshments, and normally that would have slowed anyone else down, but not Fionna! She was already on the floor, cutting a rug.

By that, of course, it meant she was on the floor, kicking and gilding and having a good time.

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace was dancing and having a great time when he noticed Fionna out of the corner of his eye. He realized it was the girl from before, when Garden was tumbling. She had stopped to see how she could help. He made his way over to her and smiled charmingly.

"Hey pretty lady, care to dance with me?"

[om_nom_namur]

In spite of being the self-appointed DJ for the night, Namur took every opportunity he could find to get out on the dance floor. He wasn't pulling out all the stops- not yet, anyway- since he had to make sure to get back to the boombox in order to switch out the CD and avoid too long a lag between songs. But as he'd demonstrated early on in his stay at Balamb Garden, he could cut a pretty mean rug when he wanted, and loved doing so. It didn't matter if anyone paid attention or not, though attention was definitely welcome.

[fionna_time]

Fionna would spot her favorite frenemy, and of course, it was time to dance duel.

"Ok man, same as last time, but you pick the music, ok?"

[elementofloyalty]

What would a dance party be without Rainbow Dash?!

...okay, so, she's no Pinkie Pie, but she had showed up anyway.

[fionna_time]

...And now you get swarmed.

"RD, hey!" Fionna greeted her, refreshment in hand. "How's our awesomeest pony ever doing?"

Clearly Fionna still remembers the whole tilting episode.

[rewritethis]

And she'd brought company, or more precisely dragged it away from the bottom of the nearby canyon and through the streets of Dollet down to the wharf amid a stream of strangled complaints. By now these had largely dried up, but only because, even coming from Ed, nobody else in the middle of this unholy cacophony would have been able to catch most of them. That and the fact that his skulking around the fringes of the dance floor was making Rainbow look infinitely more at home here by comparison were about the best things you could have said about his disposition at the moment.

(Geez, he didn't even care about music and he could tell this wasn't it.)

The latter wasn't going to last much longer if he had any say in it, though. The instant he thought he'd noticed Rainbow turn her head, maybe to greet someone else or just to take in the atmosphere, he was already halfway out the door.

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.

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.

Refreshments

[om_nom_namur]

[Cuz having this much fun builds an appetite! The punch may or may not be spiked. It's really up to you.]

Re: Refreshments

[gunbladegrrl]

Honest truth: Maria had come pretty much specifically to ensure no one destroyed Dollet or any major portion thereof. Browsing at the snack bar seemed a perfect way to spend the night, sort of like a chaperone hovering in the background and trying not to interfere unless it proved necessary.

[thatched]

Thatch had noticed her hovering around the snack bar and otherwise being unobtrusive, watching with sharp eyes. He knew her by reputation, and had seen her often enough to place a name with the face and a brief description. Right now she looked like a solider looking for trouble to stop. And who was he to disappoint?

"Having fun, Miss?" he asked, uncapping the whiskey bottle and liberally spiking the punch. "It's a riot, isn't it?"

Re: Refreshments

[om_nom_namur]

Good guts how could anyone look so damn severe in the midst of a party? Namur gulped down the cupful of whatever nasty pink concoction Thatch had stocked for refreshment and winced. It tasted dead on his tongue, and smell-tasted like a mound of overpoweringly rotten fruit. Not even enough alcoholic kick to make the taste worth the buzz. He crumpled the empty cup in his hand and tossed it in an overlarge trash bin a few feet away, then looked back at Maria with a lopsided grin.

"Look kind a like a fish out a water, sweetheart. Not a music fan?"

[eggplantallergy]

Was she looking for something among the food? Gakupo walked over to her, looking over the selection himself.

"Is there something we should be aware of, Maria?" He was genuinely curious, and continued to look with her.

Re: Refreshments

[fionna_time]

*NOM NOM NOM*

This is what you hear from Fionna right now.

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace came to spike the punch only to realize someone else beat him too it. So instead he smiled and poured himself a big cup full, saving his own stash for later. He helped himself to the food and watched as couples danced the night away. He was keeping his eye out for the possibility of getting to dance with a lucky lady himself, but so far everyone had a partner.

He shrugged and just enjoyed the boozed punch and the food for now.

Outside

[om_nom_namur]

[Cuz sometimes you need to take a breather.]

[thatched]

Thatch watched the festivities going on inside with no thought to joining them other than occasionally raiding the snack table. Everything had turned out well and no one was causing a drunken stir yet--but there was no need to be disappointed. The night was still young.

He should join and do something. Someone would notice. They always did. But he was feeling damn tired for some reason. Weary-- No... He knew the reason. In a few weeks it would be six years to the day that he'd been in this place. Six years since--he'd started this new life. He hadn't told Namur. What could the Fishman do with information like that? Nothing but frown even more fiercely than he naturally did. As far as he was concerned, it was only a date that Thatch needed to know about and after that--

after that--

well he wasn't sure. But maybe he could finally wash the sour taste of this place out of his mouth and replace it with something bearable. For now, though, he rested against a stone pillar, sipped a bottle of whiskey, and watched everyone have fun.