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nightlogs2023-09-05 03:38 pm
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[OPEN] Dance Party Ending...uh, Opening!!!
Who: Puss and YOU
What: Team Building party and everyone’s invited!
Where: Dining Hall
When: A little less than a week after the Branch event
Warnings/Notes: Magic candies and off the rails music
Pre-Party
The place is decked out to the nines. Yes, they are largely Christmas decorations, but they’re stretched to the fullest: Shining garlands of all colors wrap around pillars and poles. Twinkling lights are strung from nearly every surface. The tablecloths are all soft velvet and the chairs all have bundles of balloons tied to them.
(Anyone who walked by the room might have heard Puss arguing about the balloons. “Tacky,” he said. “This isn’t a prom or a birthday party,” he said. The elves insisted. Now there are balloons. The colors are tasteful, gold and dark purples like the invitations, but there are balloons.)
Puss is a considerate host, and has set up a little table at the entrance with things like earplugs and assorted first aid supplies. He already knows his fellow cats have sensitive ears, why not be prepared for everything.
It’s a good time to mingle before the party starts in earnest.
MC Puss Welcomes You
Puss’s baritone, shockingly powerful and unmic’d because Puss is just that good, rings out triumphantly through the room. He stands on a stool, spotlight on him, holding a tall mug of eggnog.
“New friends! Allies! Myths and legends! Welcome, one and all!”
He takes a swig of nog and continues.
“Ah! Now, for those who do not know me, I am the one and only Puss in Boots, righter of wrongs, avenger of justice, and your host for this evening!”
He bows, a deep contrite gesture of humility and grace. Behind him, a yeti rolls his eyes. Puss shoots him a look.
“Now tonight is about many things! It is the first step of our grand journey together! It is a beacon of light against the darkness that stands on our doorstep! It is a forging of a great alliance to protect the children of this world and our own! It’s a night of joy! A night of unity! The night we shape our destiny!”
He spreads his arms out wide, smiling broadly.
“Our destiny…”
From the side, another yeti tosses him a lute.
“...as heroes!”
Confetti cannons pop, as glitter and streamers pour down from the ceiling. So does the elf manning it, but he seems fine. Puss laughs, strums and starts on a song.
”Who are your favorite fearless heroes, who are your favorite fearless he-e-roes!”
…And when the ceremonies are done, the fiesta can begin.
Food!
The food and drink options are absolutely scrumptious but…those who are observant about such things may sense a tension in planning reflected in the options.
Among things like a taco bar, fried chicken, guacamole, a nacho cheese fountain, and every kind of salsa you could want, things like fruit cakes, gingerbread houses, sugar cookies, spiced chestnuts, candy canes, and an eggnog fountain placed confrontationally close to the cheese fountain abound as well. They’re placed with no real care, almost as if there were some unresolved argument about what constitutes “party food.”
Perhaps the elves weren’t the best helpers ever. At least there’s both spiked eggnog and non-alcoholic eggnog. Labeled even! Also the spiked one is surrounded by bottles of rum, just in case it’s not enough of a kick.
…On the edge of a table is a crystal bowl that looks somewhat…out of place. It’s filled with an assortment of simple sweets. Chocolates, hard candy, marshmallows, drops, anything you could think of. On the table is a note that reads:
"Mystery candies! These treats are not only sweet, they cause magical effects in those who eat them! What effects? You shall have to try them and find out~
Please do NOT mix these in with regular treats. Feeding them to someone without warning them in advance will not be tolerated. If there are any issues, seek out Loki”
Scribbled on it is a crude drawing of Loki and the words “this guy” and an arrow pointing to him.
Next to the bowl is a notebook and pen for recording what effects each candy has.
Music!
The Pole has everything. Every music. All of the music. The playlist for this party is years long, and the dancefloor can handle it all
But…it’s front loaded with high energy mariachi tunes, like it was put together by someone who knew exactly what they like and didn't care to branch out. The elf manning the magical DJ booth is under strict instructions to “not play anything stupid” but elves are easily distractible and really don’t know what “stupid music” would even be, so it’s not hard to get access yourself.
All you have to do is name the song, or hum the song, or even have a vague recollection of the song and the booth will slot it in as the next one in the playlist. Of course, nobody would ever abuse that privilege…right?
Performance!
Of course, there’s also a space for attendees to perform themselves. When they do, the DJ booth pauses so everyone can hear it properly. If you’re amazed by the capacities of this magitech, you’re in good company; Puss looked at it like it was catnip the first time he saw it.
Karaoke is on offer of course, but it can accommodate anything: dancing, juggling, poetry readings, performance art, hamboning, an impromptu performance of Stomp, anything goes!
Wildcard!
Hey, if you want it, the yetis or Puss can probably make it happen! The best parties are the kind where anything can happen!
What: Team Building party and everyone’s invited!
Where: Dining Hall
When: A little less than a week after the Branch event
Warnings/Notes: Magic candies and off the rails music
Pre-Party
The place is decked out to the nines. Yes, they are largely Christmas decorations, but they’re stretched to the fullest: Shining garlands of all colors wrap around pillars and poles. Twinkling lights are strung from nearly every surface. The tablecloths are all soft velvet and the chairs all have bundles of balloons tied to them.
(Anyone who walked by the room might have heard Puss arguing about the balloons. “Tacky,” he said. “This isn’t a prom or a birthday party,” he said. The elves insisted. Now there are balloons. The colors are tasteful, gold and dark purples like the invitations, but there are balloons.)
Puss is a considerate host, and has set up a little table at the entrance with things like earplugs and assorted first aid supplies. He already knows his fellow cats have sensitive ears, why not be prepared for everything.
It’s a good time to mingle before the party starts in earnest.
MC Puss Welcomes You
Puss’s baritone, shockingly powerful and unmic’d because Puss is just that good, rings out triumphantly through the room. He stands on a stool, spotlight on him, holding a tall mug of eggnog.
“New friends! Allies! Myths and legends! Welcome, one and all!”
He takes a swig of nog and continues.
“Ah! Now, for those who do not know me, I am the one and only Puss in Boots, righter of wrongs, avenger of justice, and your host for this evening!”
He bows, a deep contrite gesture of humility and grace. Behind him, a yeti rolls his eyes. Puss shoots him a look.
“Now tonight is about many things! It is the first step of our grand journey together! It is a beacon of light against the darkness that stands on our doorstep! It is a forging of a great alliance to protect the children of this world and our own! It’s a night of joy! A night of unity! The night we shape our destiny!”
He spreads his arms out wide, smiling broadly.
“Our destiny…”
From the side, another yeti tosses him a lute.
“...as heroes!”
Confetti cannons pop, as glitter and streamers pour down from the ceiling. So does the elf manning it, but he seems fine. Puss laughs, strums and starts on a song.
”Who are your favorite fearless heroes, who are your favorite fearless he-e-roes!”
…And when the ceremonies are done, the fiesta can begin.
Food!
The food and drink options are absolutely scrumptious but…those who are observant about such things may sense a tension in planning reflected in the options.
Among things like a taco bar, fried chicken, guacamole, a nacho cheese fountain, and every kind of salsa you could want, things like fruit cakes, gingerbread houses, sugar cookies, spiced chestnuts, candy canes, and an eggnog fountain placed confrontationally close to the cheese fountain abound as well. They’re placed with no real care, almost as if there were some unresolved argument about what constitutes “party food.”
Perhaps the elves weren’t the best helpers ever. At least there’s both spiked eggnog and non-alcoholic eggnog. Labeled even! Also the spiked one is surrounded by bottles of rum, just in case it’s not enough of a kick.
…On the edge of a table is a crystal bowl that looks somewhat…out of place. It’s filled with an assortment of simple sweets. Chocolates, hard candy, marshmallows, drops, anything you could think of. On the table is a note that reads:
"Mystery candies! These treats are not only sweet, they cause magical effects in those who eat them! What effects? You shall have to try them and find out~
Please do NOT mix these in with regular treats. Feeding them to someone without warning them in advance will not be tolerated. If there are any issues, seek out Loki”
Scribbled on it is a crude drawing of Loki and the words “this guy” and an arrow pointing to him.
Next to the bowl is a notebook and pen for recording what effects each candy has.
Music!
The Pole has everything. Every music. All of the music. The playlist for this party is years long, and the dancefloor can handle it all
But…it’s front loaded with high energy mariachi tunes, like it was put together by someone who knew exactly what they like and didn't care to branch out. The elf manning the magical DJ booth is under strict instructions to “not play anything stupid” but elves are easily distractible and really don’t know what “stupid music” would even be, so it’s not hard to get access yourself.
All you have to do is name the song, or hum the song, or even have a vague recollection of the song and the booth will slot it in as the next one in the playlist. Of course, nobody would ever abuse that privilege…right?
Performance!
Of course, there’s also a space for attendees to perform themselves. When they do, the DJ booth pauses so everyone can hear it properly. If you’re amazed by the capacities of this magitech, you’re in good company; Puss looked at it like it was catnip the first time he saw it.
Karaoke is on offer of course, but it can accommodate anything: dancing, juggling, poetry readings, performance art, hamboning, an impromptu performance of Stomp, anything goes!
Wildcard!
Hey, if you want it, the yetis or Puss can probably make it happen! The best parties are the kind where anything can happen!
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Only a thimble, huh...?
[ Miguel remembers Branch covering himself in ketchup and wrappers from the garbage. He did not have high expectations for his imp hygiene. But fine, he rolls with it. Even a stick in the mud had a lot less to be stressed about in a casual setting. ]
Do trolls usually throw ragers?
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[The guy is being mildly less annoying right now, though, so Branch is a little more conversational, the alcohol loosening his tongue.]
[He looks in his little thimble as if contemplating the nature of the stuff he just drank.]
D'pends in the holiday. We have a lot of holidays.
[Branch tries to get up to wobble over towards the big bottles, to try to drunkenly read the labels based on curiosity. It takes a few tries, but ultimately he manages to sway his way over. With that big head of his, and his wobbling steps, he looks like a toddler.]
Really big one on Liberation Day. S'annivis - annivers...arary of the day we escaped the Bergens through the tunnels so really big party.
Prob'ly the biggest one of the year. Y'know. Gotta celebrate not dying anymore with glitter cannons.
[He's not judging though, he knows how important it is to his people to have that kind of brightness.]
[He tries to interpret the rum label.]
What's...proof? Proof of what?
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But as the troll continues to explain, a connection is made between this and his earlier realization regarding the thing he just drank. ]
The percentage of alcohol. You... know what alcohol is, yes?
[ Did these parties of Liberation not have anything boozey?? What kind of party was that? ]
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We have stuff makes you a lil' loopy. Should see the whole village on a frosting binge sugar high. Woof.
But not this.
[He wasn't lazing around while drunk on purpose. He just hadn't had the cultural knowledge to know it was different than any of the other sodas and drinks.]
no subject
Intoxication from alcohol is an entirely different beast. You're supposed to have a small amount of it at a time. Moderated. Did you down this all at once?
[ Miguel can't help the concerned, responsible side of him. He may think Branch is a nuisance, but his first emotion is to worry! ]
The sugar from the eggnog makes the effect worse. And you're probably dehydrated. You need to drink water.
[ praying that this fairy tale creature isn't feeling nauseous. ]
no subject
[It is a bit more pronounced, though it's not as extreme as being drunk. And skews a lot more in the direction of being like crystal meth.]
And I dranked it like a normal drank.
[So while he didn't exactly chug it down, he wasn't treating it like a sipping beverage to nurse through the night either.]
[At Miguel fussing he rolls his eyes and lets out a loud pfft. The irony here is Branch absolutely is usually the one fussing over whether everyone is drinking enough water, he can really bring a troll rave down that way.]
M'fine. [He wobbles and falls right over to a sit.] ...That was a choice.
[He totally chose to sit, just like he's totally choosing to lay down. It's not that the room is spinning.]
So you don't have to preten' to care.
[It's not said dramatically or petulantly, more matter-of-factly, like it's just a waste of both of their time. He doesn't want to have to listen to it, and he thinks Miguel probably doesn't want to actually expend the energy. It's a weird bit of theater they don't have to engage in.]
[He's just giving him permission to forgo the pretense. Branch won't even be offended by it.]
S'like bein' sick. [Like being out of it and dizzy with fever and dehydration.] M'used to taking care m'self when m'sick. Used to be a hermit.
[That's also said matter-of-factly like someone might say they used to be a student.]