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

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

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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[Go crazy!]

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

Edited 2013-10-01 16:24 (UTC)

[Cuz sometimes you need to take a breather.]

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

Edited 2013-10-01 09:21 (UTC)

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.

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.

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.

*NOM NOM NOM*

This is what you hear from Fionna right now.

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?"

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.

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?"

Thatch couldn't resist giving the bunny ears a little tug.

"Enjoying the banquet, Miss Fionna?" he asked, absently plucking up a length of ribbon used to tie something or other and tieing it around one white ear.

She spotted him when she went outside for some air herself. She could get tired too, and after all the dancing she could use a breather.

"Hey Thatch," she greeted her teacher. "You all right?"

Every party needs a slow dance.

"Mrrfh?"

Fionna looked up, curious, and saw it was her teacher. Who else?

Well, Namur, maybe.

"Oh yeah, this stuff's great!" She said, hardly caring about the ribbon. "You guys did this all by yourself?"

"More or less. We have people." He grinned mysteriously and took a carrot, munching at it as he leaned against the table. "Tried the punch yet? It's spiked to hell but not bad."

"No way!" Fionna grinned, and was now moving to the spiked punch. The headache from last time had apparently not impressed itself on Fionna enough.

"This is a fun party! After, you know, us gettin' all tilted, this came just in time!"

Miss Fionna again. He smiled at her voice and shifted his weight. Did he really look like someone had to ask that question? Well probably. But there were plenty of excuses for all of that.

"It's just been a long day, string bean. Haven't been right since that damn...cliff thing." He still couldn't shake the feeling that he'd nearly lost everything. Though why he felt that way, who the hell knew?

"Well Nam-chan does have the best timing when he isn't busy having the worst." Seeing her move toward the punch, he straightened and ladled some out for her, offering her the paper cup with an elegant bow.

"For you, sweet lady."

Fionna chuckled, lightly, at the comment.

"String bean, heh. Me. It is kinda weird, isn't it, when you have one of those times where everything is all crazy. I think the whole place shifting like that reminded me of home a little. Can't really go to long without some junk going wrong."

"Oh, hey, thanks!" Fionna said, giving him an awkward bow. Prince Gumball was so better at doing that and not tripping, like Fionna almost did.

"Wait, the worse? What's going on with him lately?"

She didn't have to bow back, but it was adorable that she did. What are you, Fionna? Really? And why did he think that she and Haruta would get along famously? God help them all.

"Nothing that I'm aware of," he said, pouring himself a cup and sipping it. "Just making a joke." It would take too long to explain how Namur said things without thinking at the worst times--and it was too personal besides. Even for Fionna.

"You seem to be close to our be-gilled friend."

"I don't mind the crazy until it happens to" My home? No. Yes. Sort of. Hell. "where you're staying at." Close enough. Speaking of home, though.

"Heard your friend got taken by the time compression. Twilight, right? Must be tough."

"Oh, ok," she said, shrugging. Hey, eve she could see Namur was teacher when he could be, person when people weren't watching. But heck, even she knew there were things going on she would rather tell family about, like Cake.

Too bad no one from her world was here for that.

"Yeah, well, I see him enough!" She laughed. "Every time I do he does some junk to get me riled up! But I wanna make sure he's doing ok too. Can't just ask him at school, even though I'll be seeing him there pretty soon."

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

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Dance Floor

Refreshments

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Sorry, I really have her hard pressed all around, I think she likes these guys

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They like her back. <3

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WOO!

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