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

[redcinemareel]

"Just because they aren't yours doesn't mean we can't make them yours." She will reach out for the previous CD and check over the contents on the jacket cover. "I can extract the songs I wish from any CD here."

Piracy at a dance party. She was becoming a true pirate.

"When will you give them back?"

[om_nom_namur]

Namur began chuckling slowly. "Prob'ly got an hour or two 'fore anyone starts comin' 'round t' claim 'em. How much time y' need?"

He's already sorting through the discs, setting the ones he owns in one stack, a pile of ones he knows are worth extracting in another, and ones he's not familiar with in a third.

[redcinemareel]

"Give me three hours." Grell will take up the last disc he used. "Which pile is which?"

[om_nom_namur]

"Three?" Namur choked a little. "Shit, Grell. Night's already half over. People's startin' t' wear 'emselves out an' y' want me t' keep 'em goin' when yer takin' half the good music away?" He shook his head. "Y' got one hour. This stack's priority. Jus' take what y' know y' can get done."

[redcinemareel]

She took the stack regardless with a grin. "An hour and a half!" Before he could protest more, she walked away. Maybe she could do it in that much time, but she would rather have three hours. Bad enough she got rushed on the field to program til her fingers fell off.

[om_nom_namur]

Namur watched her go, damn brat. But he smiled, too, and started going over the request list to see which songs he could distract people with while she was gone.