voidtreckerexpress | Let's Have a Party!

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Let's Have a Party!

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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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...

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.

She catches the ping-pong ball in her good hand and stares at Peter for a couple of moments. "I've been all right. Did you fall in that keg of Tony's, or was this intentional?"

Renee punctuates 'this' with a little hand-wave at him, and by which she means his state of inebriation. She's not really mad or anything--Renee is far from one to judge, but concerned? Yeah, she is that, just a little.

"You eat anything before your ale-swimming adventure?" Mostly she's playing it off as a joke, but she will try to cram something he can eat in his face if she needs to...

"I did not." Peter admits, readjusting so he's sitting a little better. "I probably should have. But like I was trying to be sneaky 'cause Gwen and I decided to try it since like all the adults are like... love the stuff." He pauses and blinks, trying to decide if what he just said made any kind of sense. He nods.

"Anyways, it was awful we're never doing that again and no one needs to know about this happening, yeah? Please don't tell Mr Stark. He might tell Aunt May and I'll be dead. May will kill me. I'll be dead forever." Not that May is even on the train, but Tony might find some way to tell her anyway.

"Yeah, you should have. Maybe we ought to fix that. Except you got allergies, right? But Mr. Stark threw this shindig, he wouldn't let people make stuff you couldn't eat," Renee mused.

But her eyebrows flew up at his next words. "Whoa whoa whoa, wait, wait! Since when did I look like a responsible adult?" she asked. "No. I don't know what's going on, here. I'll pretend you didn't tell me anything. Tony thinks I'm kind of dumb anyhow, so it'll be fine. But you sit here for a moment." She didn't want the room to start spinning before they could make it to the buffet table.

"Yeah, he's like.. real careful about that." Peter nods a little harder than he might normally and then sits up a little stiff. "Whoa. The room like... tilted." He explains.

"Yeah, okay. You're are awesome Reness-Renee. Can I just cal you Reness? that seems to be easier right now."

"Nah, come on, I'm an asshole. But sure, call me whatever you want right now, Pete." Wow, this kid was even worse than her dad was at holding his liquor. Then again, she supposed he had a lot less practice doing so than her old man had. And Pete was nice, compared to her dad.

Well, clearly that was one of the many things her bestie saw in him, right? Renee nodded to herself.

"So maybe you sit here and I'll get you a couple things to absorb all that booze, and you try to make the room stop spinning, 'kay?"

A wallflower? This can't be permitted! In a swoop that would look much, much cooler if he were wearing a cape, he appeared beside her and bowed in practically the same motion.

"I can't help but notice you're inexplicably lacking in company! We need to remedy that right away."

To say Renee wasn't used to this sort of thing was an understatement of epic proportions. Then again, it wasn't as if she was trying to take up all the chairs, or the closest table all to herself, so she shrugged.

"It's a free...uh, I'd say country, but we're in the Void, so." It sort of lacked luster, but what could she do. "Help yourself?"

She thought she saw the dude on the train (actually on the train, yeah) while she was on the platform, but...it hadn't seemed like a good idea to bother him at the time.

"Of course! Edge at your service -- king of Eblan, heir to the Eblan ninja clan, and utterly beholden to a pretty girl as a rule." He put his hand over his heart, quite solemnly swearing to the truth of it all.

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Was there someone behind her? Renee took a look over her shoulder--nope, no one there. Resettling herself, Renee couldn't help but squint.

"Did you get a whack on the head when the train lost gravity? You might want to get that looked at, y'know." As much as it was a snarky comment, it wasn't delivered with her usual biting acidity. She kind of felt bad for the guy--she wasn't actually asking if he were joking at her expense, at least.

Not that she really bought any of it. "Ninja clan, though? Aren't those mad, bad, and dangerous to know?"

Oookay. Why would she think that? Edge cocked an eyebrow, but shrugged mentally.

"Only if you're a servant of evil, a monster, or an enemy of our people. We're as dangerous as they come if you are. If not, we're valuable friends and allies."

Renee counted his comments on her hand. Servant of evil? No. She didn't even know his people, so that was also a no. But monster, though?

"Damn. I mean, a lot of people on my own world think I'm a monster, so I guess I lose this round. Can we not ruin the party, though? I mean every party needs a pooper, but I didn't want to be it, so..."

Renee wasn't usually the type to start brawls either--especially not in a place like this. But she didn't know this Edge dude from her elbow from a hole in the ground, so...

"You're objectively not a monster, since they attack heedless of circumstance, and yet here we are talking." Not deterred by what he'd concluded were efforts to play hard-to-get, Edge leaned against the wall casually.

"Maybe on your world." Then again, if they were really monsters, they sort of did the same thing on her Earth, too. Still, your average Joe American didn't like mutants and was afraid of them as a rule, so.

It was less 'playing hard to get' than skepticism and stubbornness. Dash of lack of interest and cynicism thrown in for flavor. "So what's your angle, then? That hard up in looking for a queen?" She hadn't missed the 'king' comment, and it didn't really strike her as a load of bullshit, to be honest. It sounded like the type of thing where he'd be trying harder, if he were.

"If trying to charm a lovely girl is 'hard up', then I accept the description gladly. Besides, you're sitting in the corner playing with a ball at a party, so I don't know which of us is the hard-up one..." Certainly she couldn't be doing so hot if this was her idea of excitement and fun with others.

"I'm not that great at parties, really." Or at interacting with people, as if this weren't exactly proving her point. "I don't drink, I'm not that great at dancing, I broke my wrist punching the conductor's cab, so..."

Renee snorted a bit, then. "I suppose I could do worse, but I think Pete's got me beat there." But Pete had a girlfriend. Then again, he actually probably wanted that sort of thing, where Renee felt she was probably better off without.

"You punched the train?" Flirtations on hold for a minute. What the? "I can understand frustration but that might not be the best way to say you're unhappy being here!"

"Well, Mr. Stark was pissed because the train had taken Gwen and he was trying to get into the conductor's cab with his suit. I was wondering if my powers would have better luck, but...nah."

Renee shrugged at that. "I mean, other than being a bit boring, here's about the same as anywhere else I've been. Though I'm kinda better off without my dad, regardless of where I am."

Wow, there's a lot to unpack there.

"So... we can conclude that the train can't be beaten up." That seemed like the right lesson to take away from this.

"Yeaaah, noooo." Renee replied. She shook her head a little. "At least the conductor's cab can't be, assuming there's a dude actually in there--which I doubt."

She shrugged, then. "I left finger marks on one of the grip bars in one of the passenger cars, though. But who knows? This train could be weird enough to heal itself." Stranger things have happened to her, after all.

"That would really be strange. The last thing I saw that could do that actually relied on external cores to manage it." Edge scratched at the back of his head, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into by being on this train. For something like the eightieth time.

"External...cores?" It was Renee's turn to be confused, now, since she'd never even heard of anything like that. Then again she'd never seen some of the weirder Sentinels, just the ones that were more like Robotech mechs, these days.

"You deal with stuff like that often?"

"Often enough! The Kingdom of Eblan practically lives in the shadow of the Tower of Bab-il, where such strange metal monstrosities reside!" Ordinarily, he'd brag that the ninjas of Eblan were an easy match for any foe... but those got an exception.

"That does...not sound fun. Weird. There are stories of a Tower of Babel where I'm from, but it's mostly known as the place where language was broken, so there were groups of people who couldn't understand each other any more."

She doesn't claim to be religious at all, but clearly, someone in Renee's family was. Or they were once, which probably means it was her missing mother.

"Not that it's a contest or anything, but it sounds like your world's almost more dangerous than mine."

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