Let's Have a Party!

[runs_on_batteries]

Who: Everyone!
What: Throwing a party
Where: Gym carriage
When: Early Evening- early morning, Apple 28

It was three days after the incident with the train and right at two weeks since they'd been allowed to get off this train and roam a new world. Sure somewhere in there, they'd had a brief reprieve involving a new platform and mess of newcomers, but that had hardly counted as a break from the train. So, the point was, they needed a chance to blow off some steam. What better way than organize a party and roll out the last of his ale to share?

He'd recruited Sarai and Maglor to play their harps and/ or sing for music; Ignis, Ash and Evie to make hors d'oeuvres, Dread and Peter to bring in some chairs; and rigged a lamp and some cloth to make a disco ball-like display in the room (which he made Peter to promise not to touch).

Now he just had to get the guests on the dance floor... to harp music? He misses 'regular' music. Sigh.

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[siriusly]

Cabin fever is definitely a real thing in space trains. And...void trains. Sure. Whatever, the concept applies, and despite being trained (pun unintended) to endure the narrow spaces, the long stretches without being able to stretch very much at all...this is getting hard to put up with. It's only made worse by the fact that Manabu doesn't actually work here; there's no work to even do! Besides chores. And one can only chop tomatoes or pull lettuce for so long before being pretty sick to death of it.

So it's a cranky and antsy Manabu who, in his idle rounds of moving from car to car in search of...anything to break up the boredom, really, who starts to notice a pattern of people gravitating toward the gym car. Unclear why, he lets himself in and...squints.

"Uh...what's...all this now?"

A meeting? Was he not invited? He doesn't really look at the ICP, so, maybe, but-- Wait. How did someone unbolt chairs for this.

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony spots his friend coming into the gym looking amusingly confused. He pours a fresh glass of ale and refills his own cup before approaching. "Hey, glad you could make it. Get some grub and let your hair down, my friend." He hands over the cup without asking if Manabu actually wanted it and puts an arm around the younger man's shoulders.

"People on the train were getting cranky, so I thought it was time for a party. Just don't touch the disco ball, it's.. precarious." As in, it wasn't very well made but for now it was doing it's job shining lights around the room in a festive manner.

[afterburner]

Manabu is probably not expecting a hand to clap on his shoulder. (Luckily, she's gentle about it!) In an entirely too-sweet voice, Renee asks, "Do you like parties?"

She doesn't bother to answer, but continues. "We can invite all our friends, and have soda and pie!" A beat, her face falling. "I hope no bad people come!"

But that makes her snicker. "Too bad I'm already here! Come on, want to go check out the food table?"

[happyends]

At least not everyone gives Manabu a very sudden outgoing greeting. Madoka's own way of doing things is always slightly more meek, after all, and she wouldn't want to startle him! But still, when she spots Manabu, she does remember him from her first day on the train - and she remembers that he was sweet and helped her, so the least she can do right now is help him in return.

"Oh, um.. I think there's a party." 'Think', she says, as if it isn't really obvious. "It sounds like fun, right?"

Refreshments!

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony had instructed Dread and Peter to put the food and the barrel of ale off to the side, so there would be room for dancers and mingle while not having to go too far to get to the food. Since there wasn't a tap on hand, he found a ladle to dish out the thick, rich ale. There was one bottle of hard apple cider too, but it wasn't nearly as bountiful as the ale (so he had to like you to share it- which meant just about everyone could have it). Besides booze, there was also coffee both hot and cold, pitchers of iced tea flavored with berries, and pitchers of water for the really boring people.

The food nearby is plentiful and beautifully arranged thanks to Ignis and the rest of the cooking staff.

Tony keeps himself busy for a while ladling out drinks and helping himself to a glass every so often too.

[tinkerheart]

Feanor is not trying to get himself drunk. At least not intentionally. He's just...hm, sampling things. Getting an elf to feel any effects of alcohol would require much stronger booze than some homebrew ale or at least in greater quantities. Especially, one that once was dragged to some of the more posh Valinor festivals. He really had to drink if he was to keep a straight face through all those hymns to the Valar and not immediately bolt on the first occasion.

He has to admit that the train party is definitely a step up. Far from boring even if the disco ball is certain to give him one hell of a headache. And the music is exquisite because of course, it is.

[pleple]

Alcohol. Ple Two knows what it is - the adult soldiers were very happy to get intoxicated when they could spare the time - and that she's too young for any kind of modern alcoholic beverage. Still, she made her way over to like, sniff at it and crinkle her nose before sipping on an iced coffee. "Just smells like bad bread..."

[mtsilver_conquor]

"-Where did you find this?"

She is totally taking a small glass of the hard apple cider and almost reverently sipping it. "And do you know if we can get any more?"

There's a noticeable lack of pink shadow with her, too.

Dancing!

[runs_on_batteries]

It's not too long before Tony has gotten enough ale into his system to get a pleasant buzz going. He starts encouraging (or literally pushing) people onto the dance floor. It might be harp music and drums but it was the best they had to offer.

It had been a long time since boarding school and cotillion clubs but he knew how to dance something other than 'club dancing'. In one of this attempts to get people on the dance floor, he spots Gwen and takes her hand. "Come on, kid, we gotta show these people how to party."

[Tony's open to dance with anyone.]

Re: Dancing!

[hibana_incursa]

Gwen had been in the best mood for a few days. She'd gotten a drum, one that Mr Stark had actually took the time to make her, and she'd been playing on it pretty regularly. She'd found a pack of skewers in the kitchen and, after applying much duct-tape and a thick metal washer to the ends, she'd fashioned herself some pretty decent drumsticks. So she'd been in her own happy world, keeping up practice and just enjoying the sounds of playing drums again.

She'd missed it. God, did she miss it.

So when Mr Stark takes her hand and pulls her to the dance floor, it's not so much being pulled as she's happily following, practically already skipping to the beat.

"Are you sure you want to dance? Because I've been dancing since I was three."

But she stops, and listens to the rhythm of the music.

"This sounds pretty close to a three-step." But..wait. She thinks she has it wrong. "No. I lied. A waltz."

Chilling!

[runs_on_batteries]

It was extra handy having a wrench around here when every piece of furniture was bolted down. With Dread and Peter's help, they were able to collect some chairs and small tables from around the train (likely things that weren't supposed to be moved)to form a relaxing hang out area in the gym. It was close enough to the food and a good spot to sit and make fun people on the dance floor.

Later in the evening, Tony finds a comfortable spot to sip some cider and watch the dance floor.

Re: Chilling!

[unholyandbroken]

Jessie had snuck off to smoke and stumbled upon the scene. "Weird but hey we need fun right?" as her Zippo goes into her pocket. "All that is missing is a fight." but she's joking.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's had entirely too much. The room is spinning and the sides of his vision are just little blurry. He's not sure how he got so drunk but man, did he. He flops into the chair next to Tony and tries to get the room to stop spinning.

"Mis'er Star' the room like spinnin real bad an' 'm like hella dizzy. Do a thing an' like.. iuuno. stable-stabe-" He huffs at his inability to get the words out. "Stabilize?? it."

Ash | OTA

[bombashbunny]

Ash volunteered herself to help with the making of the food and she then helped set up the food table and organize everything on the tables for display. Talk to her about it and she would be more inclined to give credit to the others that helped rather than take any credit herself.

Once the festivities started she would keep a cup of ale in one hand and occasionally something to nibble on in the other. She could be found leaning against a wall where she was out of the way, watching the festivities go on. This was certainly something that was well put together (given the limited resources) and she was a bit impressed with it all. Sarai and Maglor was doing a great job with the music, the food was good, Dread and Peter even brought in some chairs to sit at.

[ OOC: Feel free to tag her with whatever. Bringing her a drink refill, bringing her some food, asking her to dance, just some chatter - literally whatever. She's super chill. The only thing she may smack you over is if you try to touch her ears. ]

[mtsilver_conquor]

"Not that much of a party fan?"

By the time Eva makes her way over to Ash, she's switched to a cup of ale. Not as good as cider, but well. there's not a lot of that and plenty of ale. "Or just taking a bit of a break?"

Re: Ash | OTA

[runs_on_batteries]

It was about an hour into the party when Tony had a comfortable buzz going and his eyes landed on Ash. With a grin, he comes over to her and holds out his hand.

"No more hanging back, Bunny. It's time to dance." He gives her a wink and waits impatiently for her to put down her drink.

[enthunder]

"When he mentioned a party, I didn't think everyone'd work this hard at it." Leaning against the wall was high on Lightning's list of ways to pass time at a social event, and she was reasonably sure that if she was talking to someone on top of that, she wouldn't be hassled into dancing. With those parameters in mind, she'd found her target.

So, here she was, a refill of ale for Ash, almost succeeding at not looking as uncomfortable as she felt. Almost. "Guess we needed it."

Under-aged Drinking Happening here- For Gwen

[hashtagparkerluck]

Mostly just out of curiosity, Peter and Gwen had decided to try to sneak two cups of Ale. Peter had been the one to actually sneak the ale being the one people were least worried about trying to sneak a drink. He hid it well enough or maybe no one really cared, but he sneaks the ale out of the gym car so there's less of a chance to them getting caught into another passenger car.

"Here!" He hands Gwen the glass and then quickly looks behind him and around to make sure there are no adults in the vicinity before holding his glass up.

"Well... bottoms up, I guess." He goes to tag his glass with hers.

Re: Under-aged Drinking Happening here- For Gwen

[hibana_incursa]

Probably literally no one gives a damn these two kids are doing this, but here they are. Doing something really stupid for the sake of figuring out exactly why adults were even into this stuff.

For one thing, it smelled terrible. Like...armpit of Satan terrible. Crawling through the sewers to find a giant wolf creature terrible. She wasn't too sure about this, but Peter tapped his glass with hers and Gwen resigns herself to the fact that yes, this was a thing they were doing.

"Bottoms up," Gwen says, going to take a good sized sip and instantly regretting it. The Ale goes down, Gwen fighting her urge to spit the stuff back out, and she really can't prevent the horrified look on her face.

"Oh, my G..." She can't finish that comment. She's just coughing too much from how gross that is.

"What the hell are adults thinking?!"

Renee | OTA

[afterburner]

Renee sure seems like the type who should know how to party--she really doesn't, and so for the moment, after avoiding getting booze, she's got a ping-pong ball she's confiscated from the ball cabinet, and she's sitting in a corner, bouncing it against the wall.

She's also sort of using her powers on it--both for practice, and to speed up or slow down the ball so she can catch it. It's not perfect, especially since she's doing it one-handed. She never did try to harass Lightning for healing, and Renee figures it's probably too late now. Which is no big deal, to her.

It's entirely possible she'll lose control of the ball and send it skittering into the public, but let's hope not...

[hashtagparkerluck]

Hopefully, he doesn't startle her too bad, but Peter drops down from the ceiling nearby in a much less graceful manner than he typically does. He lands in his typical Spider like crouch but topples over immediately and laughs about it. Man. Who knew he could actually get drunk? Whoops.

"Hey there Reness! Oh uh. Reness-Renee. How are you? we haven't talked in a while? I mean I've been out of uh.. stuff? Sorts. Whatever. How are you?" He watches her expectantly.

Harping and singing!

[seawanderer]

Of course he'd agreed to provide music for a party. What better way to help cheer people up from the past few days? Plus, getting to play with another musician is always fun, and it's been a while since the last time.

He smirks a challenge Sarai's way and adjusts his playing to a more upbeat tempo better suited for dancing.

[sweetnessandfight]

She isn't likely to be singing--but hey, her claws were made for playing the harp, if you ask her! She has Failnaught in its harp configuration, settled on her lap--and when Maglor starts playing that upbeat tempo, she chuckles to herself and starts a descant that plays a delicate air above his base melody. And it's playful, as she intends, of course! But if it makes people want to get up and onto their feet--that's entirely a-purpose.

OTA

[kumoko]

Ahhhhh, who knew that alcohol tasted so good? She'd started on little glasses of the juice - also great, even with her ever-raising standards for these things - and somewhere along the way she'd gotten a glass of the ale, and a little sip of the cider, and now she felt amazing.

You know what also felt amazing? Being around everyone! Not being attacked! Eating gourmet meals every day! Not that one day where everything went to shit and they all almost suffocated! But definitely the meals and the peaceful days!

All of this was being spewed out as a ticker-tape silk message in schoolgirl Japanese, although whether any of it was actually coherent enough for the train's translation effect to grasp was anyone's guess.

She was probably in someone's lap or pinning someone to a wall at this point; standing on all eight legs was a hassle.

[tinkerheart]

Feanor is still distrustful of the spider but even he has to admit that the current state of, heh, spider affairs puts in question a lot of his previous assumptions. Can't really uphold an image of an evil-plotting demonic monster if the said demonic monster is gushing in written form, albeit stylistically horrible one, about how life is good (when the train doesn't try to kill you by breaking itself) and alcohol tastes good and everything is amazing.

Further observation: spiders can't hold their liquor (figuratively, ale is not a liquor by any means) and eight legs are impossible to coordinate while heavily inebriated. Though he doesn't really know what to do with that information.

Evie - OTA

[blueberryprincess]

Evie's here for a few reasons, the biggest of which is she made some of the food for the event. And she's restocking it. This means the occasional run to the kitchen to get the extras of what she made, but for the most part, she's at the party.

She feels a bit uncomfortable, though, if only because she doesn't feel like she's appropriately dressed for it. Parties in Auradon were grand affairs where people wore their best. Parties on the Isle were riotous affairs where people wore their most villainous and most badass attire.

Here she was, in the stupid outfit provided by who the heck knows. She'd alter it if she could, but the sewing kits were barely enough to do anything with. So she left it alone.

At least she managed to do her hair, straightening it out and braiding in her customary crown braid. That, at least, is something.

Nope. Still uncomfortable. Send help. Please and thanks.

[pleple]

"Evie..." Tony gave her alcohol. While she's only barely had a little of the cider, she's decided she's staying put right where she is, very slightly flushed and watching people far more intently. Is this making her Newtype abilities sharper, or is she just imagining things?

"You don't seem too happy." No, that's something anyone could figure out. Right? Maybe?

Sarai - on break from harping!

[sweetnessandfight]

It's not going to be a long break, mind--she's got claws, so her fingers, by virtue of not actually having to pluck the strings with the pads, will be less tired. Dread did give her and Maglor a hand by delivering some dainties, so Sarai's not completely ravenous, but still. There's so much food, and she really, really wants to try all of it...

She's not the most ladylike--even the Warrior of Light has to take breaks where they can, and so Sarai's cramming tidbits into her mouth as quickly as she can. She's not going to leave her harping companion in a lurch, after all. Still, she'd be open to conversation--or a quick dance, if that's an option!

[bombashbunny]

The way Sarai was eating was something that Ash could definitely relate to - she often did the same when faced with good food for free. Ash leaned against the table and crossed her arms before her.

"Good, right? Better than the food from taverns. We have some real chefs on board." They likely did not live up to the feasts that Sarai and Dread likely had with the royalty of the land, but they were talented as far as Ash was concerned.