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!

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

"Eh, 's jus' cuz a the style, Smolt," he shrugged. "Talk t' Thatch an' Marco, they got all kinds a dances t' do with more'n one person."

[fionna_time]

Fionna shrugged. "I guess. Your fault for being so tall! You're, like, the only dude I would wanna slow dance with anyway."

[om_nom_namur]

"Yeah?" her words kind of caught Namur off guard. "An' why's that?"

[fionna_time]

"Because if I do it with anybody else, people think we're up to something, that we have some romance or whatever. You, like, cuff my head and call me Smolt and all this stuff. I can dance with you and just have it be a dance! It's comfortable, and I like that."

[om_nom_namur]

"Tch, y' ain't talked t' Thatch much," Namur muttered, rolling his eyes. He lifted out of the chair, spun it around, then sat in it backwards, arms draped over the back and leaning it forward on two legs. "Guess somethin' like that'd be alright. Make it happen, Smolt."

[fionna_time]

"What's Thatch got to do with anything?"

Ah well. She grinned, sitting in a chair opposite him, squatting more than anything. "You gotta pick the song though. Music is a little different where I'm from."

[om_nom_namur]

"Different where I'm from, too," he said. "Similar though, in most ways. Still got a hard down beat, usually y' got eight beats 'fore y' got t' switch up what yer doin', shit like that. Sheheh! What's yer favorite song y' heard 'round here so far?"

[fionna_time]

So he was just not going to explain the Thatch comment? Fine.

"Hmm. I heard a lotta songs, and I don't know all the names. I like that one song with the girl talking about how she's ti-tay-knee-um, whatever that is, and that song I danced to about shaking butts and push up or whatever."

[om_nom_namur]

"Titanium," Namur nodded, finding the CD and showing her the back with the track listing, underlining the right word with the non-webbed edge of his thumb. "One a the hardest metals. Costs a shit ton, too, so if someone comes at y' with somethin' made a titanium y' know yer gettin' sucked int' the deep. Prob'ly ain't goin' t' be jus' the one person comin' after y'. Catch the drift?"

Unfortunately, there are quite a few songs about shaking butts, so Namur's got no idea which one she's talking about specifically.

[fionna_time]

"You mean that I'm going to getting the crud beat out of me," Fionna said, who at least understood that a beat down hurt if you stayed still long enough to get it. "Wonder if they even sell that kinda stuff here too."

She shrugged. "Where did you get all this music anyway?"

[om_nom_namur]

"Sheheh, yeah, more or less," he chuckled. "Some a these're mine. Started collectin' soon as I found out collectin's a thing y' can do 'round here. Some a these other people brought t' be played. Been keepin' a list a what belongs t' who."

[fionna_time]

"Neat! Hey, let me know how you get this kinda stuff, will ya? I mean, I know I study a lot and everything, but if I could just have some kick butt music to listen to every once and awhile, hat'd be awesome!"

[om_nom_namur]

"Stores, dumbass," to say Namur's expression was flat might be an understatement. "Y' buy music at stores jus' like all the other shit y' need."

[fionna_time]

Sometimes she wanted to kick him.

"Yeah, but I mean, how do you now what's good and what's junk? It's not like they let you go and try the music to find out if its cool or not."

[om_nom_namur]

"Way yer doin' it now," Namur said, still balancing the chair on its back legs. He reached out and poked a finger right in the center of Fionna's forehead, because he could. "Y' talk t' people, listen at dances, borrow from friends. When y' get older an' they'll let y' in t' clubs an' shit y' can go t' concerts an' hear 'em live."

[fionna_time]

Fionna wrinkled her nose at the prod, waving her and in front of her.

"I guess I could do that, but I gotta squeeze that kinda stuff in, after all. Hey, why wouldn't they let me into clubs now?"

[om_nom_namur]

"Some people, an' 'specially places a business, obey these fussy things called laws, Smolt," Namur laughed. "How old're y' anyway? Seventeen?"

[fionna_time]

Fionna looked quizzical. "Why? What's such a big deal about how old I am? Uh, about sixteen, actually."

[om_nom_namur]

"Cuz a the damn laws, 's what I'm tellin' y'," Namur snorted. "After y' turn sixteen y' can go t' the clubs I think. Maybe eighteen. Ain't really paid attention."

[fionna_time]

Fionna shrugged. "Why make those rules at all? What's the big deal?"

[om_nom_namur]

"Why make a law says y' can't kill no one? Or one that says no stealin'?" Namur replied. "Ain't goin' t' stop them that's decided t' do them things. But it makes people feel like they're protected. An' there's lots a people won't do somethin' if it's against the law, too, so I guess there's that."

[fionna_time]

Fionna made an impatient noise. "Man, I don't mean in general! I mean, like, what's the big deal about my age in a place like that?"

[om_nom_namur]

"Hell if I know! I ain't the one makin' the damn laws!" Namur could be just as impatient right back. "Hell, I'd take y' t' one if I knew they wasn't goin' t' stop y' at the shitty door."

[fionna_time]

"What is it with people and ages?" Fionna asked, shaking her head. "I know if you're, like, super old you get all this wisdom and junk, but if I wanna go have some fun, why does age gotta stop me?"

[om_nom_namur]

Namur snorted. "Maybe the older people jus' don't want t' have t' listen t' all the smolts whinin' 'bout their age all the time."

His expression miiiiight have turned mischievous. But only just a shred.