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

[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.

[fionna_time]

Fionna stuck out her tongue. "Well maybe if the older farts wouldn't yap about how old they are, the smolts wouldn't have to even talk about their age!"

[om_nom_namur]

"Ain't 'bout how old we are," Namur grinned. He snapped his hand out to grab for her tongue when she stuck it out. "'S 'bout how young an' naive the smolts are."

[fionna_time]

"Nah, I'm going with the first one." He grabbed her tongue, how could she not bite him?

"GNAW GNAW."

[om_nom_namur]

"Sheheh, yer teeth ain' half sharp 'nuff t' make that hurt," he laughed, and pinched his fingers together. "Y' know what people think when a girl who's old 'nuff t' do shit sticks out her tongue, right?"

[fionna_time]

"I'll file 'em to points next time," Fionna warned, then wondered at the query. "That we like to eat a lot?"

[om_nom_namur]

It was impressive how well she talked with her tongue pinched. But his expression sobered, because he was serious and not just being a shit.

"'S like yer offerin' t' use it if they kiss y'," he said. "Or showin' 'em that yer body grew up but yer brain didn't, an' that's almost worse. Guys out there, 'specially in clubs an' bars an' shit where they're half drunk, they'll take advantage a that. Y' want t' be considered one a the shitty adults, then y' got t' think like one. 'Til then? Deal with it."

He let go of her tongue, then added, "An' no, it ain't jus' me with the dirty mind. There's plenty others out there makes me seem like I ain't got a clue. Jus' ain't cursed t' blush bad as I do, so y' don't realize how often they're thinkin' shit."

Like clockwork, a dusting of purplish-pink fades in over his nose and cheeks as he talks, mostly because he'd drawn attention to the fact that he does it more than anything else.

[fionna_time]

Fionna pulls her tongue back, making a face. "What the heck kinda thing is that to think! A kiss! Perverted stuff? I'm just sticking my tongue out! Ugh, maybe there's somethin' to being a smolt after all! Who just goes and thinks that stuff?"

She shook her head. "Dude, you can't think I don't know a dirt ball when I see them, and if they try to take advantage of me, they'll get one in the balls. Even I know what kinda junk some people think. I'm not that naive."

Fionna grinned. "Yeah, I figured that much out man. It's fun to think I make you blush, makes me feel all special or something. but I know you just do it easy!"