open: gold & glitz

[inlaid]

who: Bryn Zethir & Guests
what: A Gold & Glitz House Party
when: Evening of June 1st
where: Bryn's apartment
warnings: Alcohol, tobacco, and weed.

[Welcome to Bryn's apartment. The door is unlocked, and personal belongings can be tossed up onto the bed just at the top of the stairs. The party's theme is apparent at once. As mentioned on the network post, gold and glitz is strongly encouraged (though no one will be turned away for lacking either) in clothing, jewelry, accessories, or however creatively someone would like to incorporate it. Those interested in participating but lacking anything gold or glitzy will find gold glitter body gel to spread on their skin, compliments of the hostess. There's a bar cart by the front door with a sign that reads WELCOME in gold script. It's laden with short shot glasses filled with what looks like liquid gold. When imbibed, however, it tastes like a faintly peach-flavored vodka. The rest of the alcohol and mixers can be found in the kitchen. Clear plastic cups feature labels that can be written on in gold permanent marker, then filled with any number of beverages. Really, there's no real rhyme or reason to what's available, as guests have been encouraged to bring whatever they like and add it to the kitchen island. For those who don't drink alcohol, there's a sign on the fridge indicating that non-alcoholic drinks and mixers are kept within. Anyone looking to fill their stomach a little between drinks will find platters of finger foods available throughout the apartment. Gold macarons, cheese and crackers, sliced fruit and vegetables are plentiful, but guests who are quick enough may find they can grab some of the thinly sliced beef arranged around a bowl of spicy dipping sauce. Of note, there is also a plate of gold fortune cookies for guests. While it's noted there's only enough for one per person, the fortunes feature not only a fortune but a party challenge. Dance with a stranger? Eat nothing that isn't fed to you? Try your hand at inventing a new drink? Why not try it and see what happens? Play a game of party jenga for that matter. Beyond all this, anyone attending is encouraged to mingle and enjoy themselves. There's ample seating throughout the apartment for people to sit back and enjoy their food and drinks, including a plush rug in one corner covered in floor cushions and pillows around a hookah with a variety of flavors of tobacco. For those who are more inclined to activity there's space enough to dance to the music that booms throughout the apartment. With the windows open the space stays well aired out and comfortable, inviting any who attend to linger as long as they like. By the looks of things the hostess has no intention of kicking anyone out no matter how late it gets...]

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Bryn Zethir

[inlaid]

[If asked (and she expects that she will be) Bryn will explain to anyone who wants to know that no, there's no reason that she's thrown this party. It's not secretly her birthday. It's not a holiday back home. This isn't part of any tradition or anything like that at all. She's thrown this party and invited a host of strangers to her home for the simple reason that she was tired of seeing it empty. Between surveying trips and having no interest in going to a bar again, she decided she'd bring everyone else to her place instead. It hadn't taken long to get everything set up. Deities knew she already had a great deal of alcohol to share with guests, plus more she'd picked up at the store, and food was easy enough gather and arrange even on short notice. Having enlisted Taako's help they could do everything in double time, even.

So, dressed to the nines and all made up with Taako's help, she looks pretty pleased with herself. Even if only a few people manage to drop in, she's considering the party a success for the simple reason that her place looks great, the gold shots are delicious and she's feels good about switching up her daily routine.

For most of the evening, Bryn spends her time balancing her role as both hostess and party goer. Those who need direction will be shown where to put their personal items, where to find food and drinks (she'll even make one for them if requested) and invite them to try one of the special fortune cookies. Still, for the most part she's keen to enjoy the party more than serve her guests. She can be found often enough grabbing gold shots for herself, picking up bits of meat and apple slices for herself, and dancing on the space that currently serves as a dance floor. And when she wants a break she sees nothing wrong with grabbing a seat on the stairs that lead up to her bed, on a floor cushion by the pipe to enjoy smoking near the open windows, or even on the lap of whoever seems most open to an invasion of their personal space.]

[spellslots]

[Taako has been flitting around Bryn all night, with little snippets of conversation before one of them drifts off the chat with someone else, but he just likes to make sure that she's having a good time at her party and that everything is under control.

This time when he sidles up to her, it's with a specific purpose, and a slightly sheepish grin.

Because what he holds up is one of the jenga tiles, the word motorboat written in black marker on the side, and he's not about to chicken out of a party game, so Bryn seems like the best help with this situation he's found himself in.]

Figure I may as well tag her directly. ;)

[legendary_hands]

[Aside from feelin' a hundred times better after cleanin' up, he still feels like he's been beaten and drug around the countryside three times over. Sleepin' on the ground and doin' the roughin' it thing never did feel great durin' or after. But he's not about to let that stop him from visiting a friend when she personally invites both he and Jim to attend.

Though, he's wantin' to sleep for days, he walks into the apartment dressed and cleaned up like someone that cares about his appearance if only for Bryn's and Jim's sake. And like a good country boy, the first thing he does is look for his hostess a box in hand. When he finally spots Bryn by the open window.

Crossing the room half wondering if Jim follows along in his search for Bryn, he leans against the frame just across from her and slides the box under one arm while arching a brow.] Ya know, sweetheart, those'll kill ya.

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ By the way she was busying about the apartment-- and maybe by the way he was listening in on a lot of her conversations-- Karamatsu gathered this was the person he had a conversation with over text message before arriving here. It took him awhile to actually talk to her— and anyone, really— because he was out of his normal atmosphere... his normal atmosphere which consisted of drunkenly playing mahjong with five other identical, sextuplet brothers to see who could obtain the most cigarettes. Being separated from them has really thrown his behavior and mood in a weird direction, but he's been able to remain surprisingly calm. This, here, was his first real interaction in this new place so he had to make it something big and spectacular.

He spent a good amount of his free month salary on expensive clothing rather than keeping himself properly fed, and even in Bryn's apartment he kept his sunglasses on like a tool, awkwardly standing against a wall and raking his hair with a comb from nervous habit. Every few seconds he'd inch a little closer to her as she remained seated on the pillow with the hookah pipe by the window.

Finally, when he's in earshot, he flicks the plastic comb with his thumb, possibly to get her attention (she probably knew he was there all along.) ]</sub>

Heh.
_{[ there it is. ]}

As Icarus continues to fly desperately along his certain path with pitiful, wax wings, I, to, am my own heaven bound, and I can only thank you for helping me achieve what it is to stay on my own course by inviting me to this get-together.
_{[ don't ask-- or ask, if you really want to even bother, but this is me advising that you don't. ]}

[goldcuffed]

[When Damen arrives, he passes on the gold body glitter; he's had quite enough of being painted for one lifetime, and chooses not to delve into that particular past humiliation again. His adherence to the theme is more loose, in that he's dressed alright for a party, if on the casual side, but the only gold thing on him is the heavy, solid gold cuff on his thick wrist. It's quite a lot of gold, in the sense that it could be sold for a pretty fortune, if it were meant to come off at all. It isn't meant to come off, not without a blacksmith and some tools.

He has an easy smile on his face as he spots Bryn, and makes his way over with a clear bottle in his hand. The label is nigh-unintelligible, the liquid within a little cloudy. He offers it to her with a playful glint in his brown eyes.]

You said last time we met that you wanted to try griva. This isn't exactly it, I think my general's family recipe uses a bit more anise, but it's surprisingly close.

☂ taako ☂

[spellslots]

[Thanks to the fact he was wrangled into this from the start, Taako's had a little more time to prepare for the party, meaning his whole look has been curated carefully, including the actually dyed hair (it'll wash out in a few days) and the fact he went for rose gold, rather than the traditional yellow gold he's assuming most people will rock up wearing.

Honestly, Taako hasn't been to a whole lot of parties in his fairly long life, mostly because he's been busy, so it's nice to just relax and have fun without worrying about the world ending or magical artefacts or whatever other bullshit has been going on. Especially when there's free flowing alcohol, though he stays firmly in the 'tipsy' range rather than getting too messy, making sure to eat between shots of the gold liqueur and whatever colorful cocktails he acquires.

Throughout the night, he can be found:

a) with a make up brush and pot of (body safe) glitter in hand, offering to glitz up anyone who might want a little more gold in their lives
b) having an apparently important conversation with a small mongoose that's climbed it's way up onto his shoulder
c) chilling in the hookah corner, doing a very good Caterpillar impression as he blows out smoke in twirling shapes (magic!)
d) tearing it up on the dance floor because what's a good party without a hell of a lot of dancing, and he's more than willing to drag people along with him, if they look like they've been eyeing the dance floor
e) mixing drinks in the kitchen, although fair warning: cooking is his strong point, not bartending
f) playing party jenga, he has zero shame

As the party winds down, so does Taako, abandoning the dance floor for the quieter areas in the apartment, and he's happy to spend the latter part of the night (or early morning) chilling. At some point his skirt is replaced by a pair of very distressed jeans, so that he can sprawl on the lounge without like, being obscene.

He's not planning to go home, mostly because he's lazy, so he's available late into the night, even doing his bit with the clean up, since he's not like, the worst friend.

The morning after, for anyone who stays the night, involves a quick shopping trip and a cook up in Bryn's kitchen. There are pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, fresh fruit, and an ungodly amount of coffee. Taako looks surprisingly chipper for someone who's slightly hungover, but magic disguises go a long way in making his shit look way more put together than it is.

The moongoose from last night is now chilling on his shoulder, begging for bits of bacon that Taako is happy to hand over. It also tries to stick it's face in his coffee, once he's claimed a spot at the table with a plate full of food, but he's less generous on that front. Coffee isn't good for mongeese.]

[smokedout]

[While usually a party-going type, Dodger has been stuck inside recovering for a week from his last run-in with Ivar. This leaves him in a wallflower state, sticking out like a sore thumb both because of his general attitude and the fact that he didn't dress up for the occasion. He's mostly here to lurk, but Taako stands out and he figures he's worth talking to.

Dodger is limping as he approaches Taako, catching him while he's mixing drinks in the kitchen. He's gone a decent job of hiding most of his injuries, but he's got a gauze patch over his right eye and that's pretty obvious. What can you do.]

Hey there, Mr. Elf Wizard. [He pauses to take a long, hard look at Taako's body - obviously some mix of checking him out and sizing him up.] Or is it Ms?

[causational]

[Eddie might not know Bryn very well, but a friend of Taako's is a friend of his, or so he figures, so he's more than willing to spend the night, help clean up, and he even gets up early despite how many beers and mixed drinks he'd imbibed the night before to help Taako go through the shopping trip and carry the bags back to the apartment. Eddie pops in the shower for a few moments after they return from shopping, and after he's done, he pads out in bare feet and a pair of jeans and slightly oversized blue baseball tee he brought with him for just this instance. Unfortunately, he hadn't brought most of his toiletries, so he's sporting a day's growth of stubble, his hair tumbles just over his forehead without any product to hold it in place.

He's a little self-conscious about it, but that doesn't stop him from heading into the kitchen and sliding up behind Taako, slipping arms around his waist as he stands by the counter cutting up fruit.]

Morning. Again.

d obviously

[distort]

[ She'd intended only to have a glass of wine — she has no interest in (most of) the indulgence she used to enjoy a lifetime ago, those were habits of Amélie's. Widowmaker has no time for foolish proclivities. She had, however, misjudged the strength of the alcohol offered here. She's really got to remember that things won't always be the same between worlds.

But it's too late for that now, the drinks are drunk. Only minimally dressed up (she'd ignored the party theme, but forgone the visor, and the black suit could be called stylish even if still fully functional), she sits perched on the edge of a seat watching the dancing with a certain keenness to her usual dispassion. In particular right now she watches Taako. Doesn't she know that man? He looks familiar. He's also... certainly a dancer. In some manner of the word. An eyebrow twitches up as he pulls some kind of spin out there. ]

Thor Odinson

[worldsaway]

[Thor is eager for a real party, unlike the festival he arrived upon. He's even more eager to accept an invitation from Bryn, who he is quite enchanted by. He isn't one to blatantly disregard the request of a host, so he dresses according to theme. His blazer is trimmed with gold, fastened over a black shirt and black jeans. His shoes have a spray of gold on the front and his hair is braided back with threads of gold, held back by a gold clasp. He finds the theme quite easy to dress for, though he usually opts for silver.

Food is a must for Thor, and he will be at the snack table sampling everything until he cracks open a fortune cookie and discards the fortune on the table (Rest is a good thing, but boredom is its brother) so he can eat the cookie and move on. He finds the liqueur to be attractive, but not nearly strong enough. He'll pull a flask from his blazer and measure a hefty nip of clear liquid into his drink before he takes another sip. If anyone around him seems interested, he'll raise a wary brow.]

This is not a drink meant for mortals.

[But if a mortal persists? Well. He's no party pooper, he'll measure a slightly less hefty nip into anyone's glass if they ask nicely enough. Just be prepared for the strongest hit you've ever taken.

It will take him some time, but when invited he will dance. He's not very modern with his moves, but he knows how to sway against people well enough.

Eventually, he'll adjourn to a beanbag and a hookah and will gladly share in the aroma and some serious drunk talk with anyone around him. If he's tipsy enough and there isn't enough space, he might even pat a knee and offer to share his beanbag with a fellow party friend.

If he falls asleep on the beanbag eventually (after much, much merriment), please be gentle and don't draw a dick on his face. Or do, and face his wrath.]

[inlaid]

[Thor looks incredible. When she'd met the man in a bar she'd thought immediately that he was attractive, but seeing him dressed up for the party is enough to make her jaw drop. The outfit is perfect, just enough to set off the gold in the jacket, but his hair has her staring in wonder.

Not in any mood to play hostess or coy in the least upon his arrival, she heads to the door to greet him as soon as he arrives.

Beaming, she reaches up to give him a hug in greeting and presses a kiss to his cheek.] Thor! I was hoping you'd stop by.

[What follows is an obvious up-close appraisal of his whole ensemble. Eyes alight with interest, she takes in everything from the gold accent of his shoes to the pattern of his jacket. It's his hair that holds her attention however and she takes the liberty of slipping her fingers through some of the strands with gold thread.] You look absolutely fantastic.

Gladio

[leatherdaddy]

[ Gladio's really not in the habit of crashing strangers' house parties or wandering the halls of apartment buildings that aren't his own or the same as a client's, but he finds himself here nevertheless for reasons. Reasons likely stemming from social media and rumor that his favorite DJ and client might be performing here.

Said rumors might be inaccurate, but they also left out the part where he's supposed to be in gold. He's anything but in his Crownsguard Fatigues, which consists of a short-sleeved leather jacket and leather pants and boots with red soles, all black. Strangely, he doesn't wear a shirt with it. Apparently the rumor spreading on social media didn't include a dress code, and the surprise on his face is pretty obvious.

Absently, he picks up one of the containers of gold body paint and his brows lift even further. ]

Huh, well this is... extra.

[ He feels really out of place, what's he even doing here? Where's the DJ? Don't mind him if he just puts a hand on the nearest shoulder to ask you a bewildered question, he's looking a little lost. ]

Hey, uh... have you seen Otabek?

[inlaid]

[If there's one thing this party will teach her it's that she has apparently hosted an event for all of the tallest people in this city. Even on heels they all seem to tower over her which makes things interesting as she's weaving her way around people making it from way to another.

The hand at her shoulder stops her at once however, and she turns to look up at perhaps one of the tallest people there. Even being used to it, he still gets a bit of a wide-eyed stare until his question registers with her.]

Otabek? [She blinks once, then a wide smile spreads on her face as she gives him a little offhand gesture with her hand hand. The silver bangle on her wrist doesn't go with her outfit but she doesn't appear to care about clashing.] No, not yet but his friend said he'd get him to come handle the music. Are you a fan of his?

[Just how good was this guy if people were showing up just to hear him DJ?]

lokes

[ikols]

[ Continuing the theme of Well-Dressed Asgardians, Loki turns up in a subtle gold-threaded blazer to match his ancestral helm and spends the majority of his time out of sight as he cases the room, as if to offset how glitzy he looks by being deliberately hard to track down. Eventually, after some casual sneaking throughout the apartment and moving various objects around just to amuse himself, he can be found leaning here or there against a wall, mixing drinks in the kitchen, or listening in on conversations. ]

[worldsaway]

[Thor has caught sight of Loki out of the corner of his eye a few times through the evening, though admittedly he's spent a large portion of it fixated on the hostess. He gets into mingling, and eventually begins to actively search for Loki, looking casual all the while.

He rounds a corner on him, distracted and listening in on another conversation. Thor leans in, so that he's close enough for his hair to brush up on Loki when he does. He pretends to have no interest in Loki, rather, he's comically scrunching his face as if trying to listen in as well.]

The other Loki

[dothelokimotion]

[ Taako's invitation had come at a surprise and for a while, Loki was tempted to ignore it. Spending time in a room full of other people . . . he would rather find a quiet corner with a book to pass the time. Still, the invitation roused his interest in the other half of Riverview so Loki found himself visiting, albeit carrying with himself a sense of unease. He wears a loose tunic with long sleeves along with a jacket and black slacks. His sole concession to the theme was a gold circlet around his forehead.

He doesn't mingle much, listening into other people's conversations more than chiming in. He does, however, pick up the jenga blocks as he tries to puzzle out the meaning of "twerk it" and occasionally, lacing the blocks with his illusions so the person picking it would end up with something completely different.

Otherwise, he leans in a corner with a drink in his eyes, quietly assessing the people roaming around. ]

[spellslots]

[He wasn't sure if Loki would actually show up, but Taako had extended the invitation because, well, why not? Taako doesn't say hi the second Loki walks in, but eventually he makes his way over with two faintly shimmering martinis.]

You look like you could use a drink, my dude.

Yuri Plisetsky

[bespredel]

[ To be honest, Yuri wasn't really much of a party person. He wasn't sociable, he didn't like people hanging all over him, he didn't like making small talk- he was rude, crass, and not afraid to tell people off, and it didn't really make for a great party personality. Still, what mattered more was Otabek; showing his best friend off. Once he had figured out how skilled the other truly was at his secondary craft, Yuri wanted nothing more than to shout at the top of his lungs about how badass his friend really was.

So there he was, dressed to kill. Looking half 80s glam rock, and half Russian punk with black and gold killer leggings with a purple tank that laced up in the front. He finished the look with his favourite black and leopard print jacket, and a killer pair of leopard print boots and he looked dressed to kill, in his (not so modest) opinion.

He walked in like he owned the place; sleeves of his jacket rolled up to expose a series of thick gold bangles worn on one skinny wrist, blowing a bubble gum balloon as he surveyed the apartment. It'd do, he supposed.

He hadn't brought anything to contribute with him, figuring that bringing along Otabek was all the contribution he needed.

The bubble popped, and he dragged the gum back into his mouth, chewing noisily, getting ready to blow another. ]

Lets get this shit started.

Karamatsu Matsuno

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ After he recovered from the fact that he personally got invited to a party, he did what he did best.. and that was putting on atrocious attire. As a newbie, most of his month's salary went towards a new obnoxious wardrobe because he thought that it was better to look good than to feel good.

"Look good" in Karamatsu terms consisted of this sparkling ensemble and since the party was gold themed, he found some shoes that reminded him of the ones he had back home.

Anyway, he struts right in like he owns the place and observes off to the side for awhile, attempting to attract any kind of conversation by falling into various poses, and eventually, someway, somehow, he starts talking to somebody. Maybe you really do want to talk to him, or maybe you're just an unfortunate person who is brushing by and he decides to talk to you.

Either way, he says this with the most serious expression: ]</sub>

Hmph. What would you say a polar bear who weighs several tons is...?

_{[ and then: ]}

Breaking the ice-- you can call me Matsuno Karamatsu.
_{[ this is where you leave... please leave... ]}

[worldsaway]

[Thor does not leave, he lingers. When Karamatsu makes his joke, Thor laughs heartily, one hand holding his drink and the other hand swinging down to clap Karamatsu on the shoulder.

Then it all comes to an abrupt stop, and Thor raises a brow down at his new friend.]

I don't get it.

Cain (Jacob Kane)

[aeturnus]

[ He doesn't have a whole lot that glitters and/or is gold, but a quick stop out to a local store or two gets him ready. Cain arrives with his hair sprayed up with glitzy glam and styled nicely for the event, black shirt with a glittering golden vest buttoned up over it. Just dark denim jeans below that but it's enough for the theme, right? He isn't intending to go all out, anyway. It doesn't stop him from looking really nice when he bothers with his appearance, however.

He's taken in by the activities provided, lingering at party jenga and playing at mixing drinks for a while (without having any for himself) before he just settles down with some snacks and watches. Anything interesting going on, he's likely to poke his nose into, but times like these make the best opportunity for people-watching. ]

[glitterpants]

_{[ He remembers Cain. It's hard to forget somebody who pretty much hand fed you encouragement without actually begging for it. It's people like these that he holds in highest regards, but his ego is a bit too much to make it easy for him to outright admit that.
Cain is seated with snacks on a sofa and Karamatsu is inviting himself over to slide his ass on the arm rest, definitely right next to Cain. He's not hard to miss-- the guy looks like a human disco ball in his sequin covered suit and mirror coated sunglasses. ]}

Your aura of self confidence and friendliness has attracted me over, it seems.
It's good to see you in person, Jacob-san.

_{[ There's a glass of some kind of alcohol in his hands, but his face is already a light pink color-- just a heads up, he's a lightweight. ]}

I don't suppose this is your first party, is it?
_{[ implying.. that it's his? Actually, it isn't, but he acts awkward enough to make it seem so. ]}

leonard snart ❄

[atms]

[ while leonard isn't exactly the most social of creatures, from what he's seen bryn is his kind of people. so when she announces a party, he goes, what the hell. might as well show up, have a few drinks, rub a few shoulders so he's got some contacts in this weird city. if he ever wants to get home, he's gonna need them.

he's not dressed up. gold and glitz his more his sister's thing than his. but he does take a little bit of the body glitter gel and applies it high on his cheekbones. in the spirit of things.

most of the night he can be found sticking to the edges of things, always either with a drink in hand or over by the hookah. or both. he also may or may not be taking pictures of people as they get progressively drunker or decide to do things party jenga or the fortune cookies tell them to. recording potentially embarrassing moments like this is one of the best parts of a party, after all. ]

[inlaid]

[Bryn has no idea what Leonard looks like, she doesn't even know if he's planning to show up, but she does notice someone taking pictures of the antics in the room and therefore decides to introduce herself and get a sense of who they are. By her standards, there's nothing really happening yet that's all that blackmail worthy...but that could change and it might not be bad to figure out whether he's a Capture Every Moment sort of person, a Pretentious Photographer kind, or something else.

Leaning up against the wall next to him, she jerks her chin toward the device in his hands.]

Got any pictures of me there?

[She's taken some pictures of her friends and a few others but it hasn't really been her focus. Plus, part of her really does just want a picture of herself like this since she doesn't usually glam up quite this much.]

Otabek Altin; DJing/About

[bringbackgold]

[ Yuri had bragged about him - and that was, mostly, the reason that he was here. They arrived a little late, unusual for the typically prompt skater. He had been reluctant about going at first, but it never took much for Yuri to convince him. He only really had to ask and Otabek would find himself agreeing. But going to the party meant that he needed to pick up new clothes. Otabek's typical clothing was black and leather, which he learned quickly wasn't suitable.

So he was wearing something Yuri had picked out - head to toe. The clothes he had picked out weren't bad additions to his wardrobe, and could see himself using them as pieces when he DJed at the club, too.

His pants were black and studded across his thighs. They fit him perfectly and he felt comfortable in them. The t-shirt he wore was a white v-neck, with black giving it the appearance of a skull. Over top of the shirt, was a black studded jacket. It settled at his hips, and he pulled the buckles so it fit his form snugly. Finally, the boots were black with a gold splatter. He was surprised by how much he ended up liking them. He wasn't much one for gold, but he found he liked the touch.

He set up the most basic equipment needed to DJ, which was one of his decks and a laptop. There was one speaker (rented, though, since he wouldn't dream of bringing his). Set up, and now in the correct state of mind, he slipped on his headphones and he got started. ]

[bespredel]

[ Considering that it had been Yuri who had volunteered Otabek's services, it seemed only fair to the smaller blond that he give the other a hand in setting up. After all, what were friends for? They were a bit on the late side, and really that was Yuri's fault too- he had dragged Otabek to go shopping with him when he'd discovered that Otabek didn't really own anything that fell under the 'glitz' or the 'glam' headings of the party's theme. It had to be remedied.

He hadn't gotten Otabek in exactly what he would have otherwise picked out for the other, but he had been so uncomfortable with how flashy and bright those other gold pants had been, he had conceded to something the other would be a little more comfortable in.

It was too bad, though. Otabek had looked really good in them when he'd tried them on. ]

Hey, you said plug this into this, right? [ He asked, holding up a cable and looking quizzical, pointing at the slot in the speaker where it was meant to fit, but Yuri wanted to make sure he was plugging in things right. Not wanting to mess up, or harm the other's equipment. ]

Thanks for coming with me, by the way. It would've been hella lame without you.

Angela ¤ ota

[hevenly]

[ Angela does not know what she's doing here. She belongs on the battlefield, not at a party. But the invitation was open to all, and she was bored, so here she is. In keeping with the theme, she dispels the enchantment that turns her garment into armor, grateful that in its true form of a gold mini dress, it fits the gold theme nicely. Her wild red hair is kept back with a gold hairpin, and she wears leather boots.

She does her best to mingle, though she is dreadful at small talk, and will mostly keep to the edges of the party unless spoken to or otherwise dragged into interaction. ]

Lola Pacini

[threatenwithcuteness]

Do not, ever, challenge Lola with a theme. No matter how much she wasn't planning to party. School had become an actual chore when tied in with her work schedule. But there was a theme to arrive with, and oh man... Lola does not back down. Not ever. Her dress was a rather understated thing, except when you take in her leggings, the gold bead necklace, shimmery gold opera gloves, and her hair... which was actually metallic gold. Not blonde, or yellow, shiny golden hair. Because her hair can be whatever color she wants it to be, and that includes how reflective and shiny it is.

Naturally her make-up went along with everything, and was very vibrant and overstated.

She does feel vaguely out of place, a common feeling among some of the residents brought to the Quarantine. Lola definitely feels her lack of age. While she likes drinking with a meal, drinking for drinking sake isn't her so she'll pass on too much of the gold vodka on the cart. The finger foods are good enough, but sorta feel lackluster. Maybe she's just grouchy because she has a history paper due and the teacher actually expects her to, like, get good marks. Proving her teacher does not know her.

Still, Lola will attempt to mingle and make new friends. That's all she really can do. Right?

closed to Dick Grayson

[divulsion]

[While things haven't been moving particularly swiftly with Dick, it's safe to say that they have been rolling along steadily. After their first official date the two have been tentatively keeping in touch with one another. They text with each other off and on throughout the day, not always any lengthy period of time but in a series of short conversations and the occasional phone call. Wanda's had him over to the house a couple times, inviting him to share breakfast with her in the backyard the first time and the second to watch a movie with her one evening. And when he told her he was going out of town on a mission she'd met him at a hole in the wall restaurant for a cheap meal before sending him off into the jungle.

She'd had every intention of cooking them a small dinner to welcome him back home two weeks later, up until she'd seen the invitation to the party on the network. Their first date had been casual and low-key and while big parties weren't something Wanda was naturally drawn to, the prospect of going to something like that with Dick had been too appealing to resist. With him game to join her, the pair had rushed to get ready. A trip to Brigade secured them both outfits in theme with the party. She'd sent him back to his place to get ready, knowing that by the time he got back to the town house she'd still have a bit of a ways to go. Still, when all was said and done she'd managed to not only clean up, get her make-up on, and get her hair curled a bit of the way that Peggy had taught her, but tie together the gold accents in Dick's outfit by applying a bit of her gold eyeliner to his lids.

Pleased with her dress and how his overall outfit had turned out as well, she'd been all but glowing as they entered the party, fingers entwined together.

And when all was said and done, the party was a great deal more fun than she'd anticipated. There was a little bit of everything happening, not just food and alcohol and the expectation that people would make their own fun. She'd pulled Dick over to the fortune cookies to grab one each before they disappeared, tried one of the shots of gold alcohol, and shared a dance or two by the DJ once he'd set up to the side of the room.

Time flew so quickly she hadn't even realized that they'd been there for almost three hours until he'd pulled them both to a free couch to sit for a while. Smile easy on her face, she crosses one leg over the other toward him and leans up against him, cheek resting on his shoulder.]

I think it's safe to say this was worth all of the last minute rushing around and changing of our plans, don't you?

[fingerstripes]

[ If he's honest, nothing about tonight had really been in the plan this morning. When Bryn's post went up he'd been just coming off two weeks of sleeping in the dirt with strangers, with nothing on his mind but a long shower and a nap before patrol.

Only Wanda had wanted to see him. She'd wanted to see him here, decorum be damned, with an enthusiasm he hasn't really seen in her before. And it had surprised him, how much appeal it had in that light. How easily he’d fallen right into the thrill of letting her doll him up for the occasion. The desire to impress her. To somehow measure up to whatever she was hoping to see in him as she prodded into new clothes. It chased the heaviness out of his heart, and for the first time in a long time all thoughts of taking the obvious opportunity for recon go with it. He’s off duty tonight. He feels at ease. Almost giddy, with the lightness of that freedom.

She's beautiful beside him, but it's her smile that sparkles now, and somehow it takes his breath away a little every time he thinks if might actually be for him. It'd be awfully distracting, if she wasn't wholly at the center of his attention tonight anyway. He’d actually missed her, while he’d been away. Which is-

-probably that’s weird. Probably too much too fast, considering how slowly and unofficially they’ve been taking things. So he hasn’t said it. It’s enough that she’s letting him bask a little in being with her now. ]

Crashing a house party with a beautiful girl? [ He can’t really not smile when she’s smiling at him. ] Who am I to say no?

[ He’s feeling a little guilty, actually, that he hadn’t so much as thought to bring a gift for the host, let alone taken a moment to introduce himself to Bryn. Alfred would be ashamed of his manners.

But just now there’s Wanda’s scent to breath in when she leans in close to him. His arm is already there, all-too ready to drape around her shoulders, draw her in against his chest. It’s still dazzling him a little that he’s allowed to have this. How easy it is to touch and be touched. How starved he is for it. ]

eddie thawne ✪ ota

[causational]

[When Taako asked him to come to the party with him, Eddie agreed pretty quickly - after all, he's talked to Bryn a bit and liked her well enough, and the invite was open. So he dressed up in a sweet gold suitjacket and waistcoat and let Taako decorate him - he'd nervously allowed some gold eyeliner, and Taako had brushed on some gold at his cheeks and in his hair. All in all, he definitely feels like he fits the theme, and after his first drink, he's pretty comfortable in all the glitter.

Eddie spends most of the night fluttering around talking to people, smiling brightly, snacking on some finger foods, asking people to dance and taking breaks in the hookah room even if he doesn't personally indulge. He's also looking for someone he doesn't already know to give a foot rub to as per his party challenge.

Towards the end of the night, he'll be retiring to his room with Taako, but in the morning he'll be up and about relatively early considering how much he drank the night before. Eddie's strongest meal when it comes to cooking is breakfast, so he'll be in the kitchen with Taako frying up breakfast food - specifically, setting up a special french toast and waffle bar with fruit and sweet sauces and whipped cream for anyone who's stayed the night!

Feel free to put up a starter anywhere throughout the night or morning after! If any of this is too vague, feel free to just write me a sentence or two about where your character is, and I'll have Eddie approach.]

[smokedout]

[Dodger doesn't seek him out directly after bothering Taako - he mingles a bit, until he notices that Eddie is alone near the hookah. Rather than bother with limping over, he simply appears next to him in a flash of sparks, reaching to lift one of the pipes to his lips before speaking.]

Fancy seeing you again, officer.

[He's been patched up and healing since that night with Ivar, so aside from his limp and the patch over his missing eye one could believe it never happened. And he should be commended for how well he masks how on edge he is around the cop.]

peggy carter 💄 ota

[mannerism]

[ of all things, gold. it's a colour peggy wears only when she's trying to be someone else, a soft-spoken blond for example, with a sweet american accent. it's not something she so easily connects to her everyday appearance but taako asked and peggy, not willing to risk giving him more reasons to call her a hermit, agreed to come. it had taken some personal shopping, naturally.

she doesn't know the hostess that well to break all her rules, after all. from the back, it might take a moment to recognize her, the curls are a little looser and so her hair appears a little longer. still, the red lipstick and nail lacquer are both in place.

apparently feeling she's not ready to face the night just yet, she'll take on of those liquid shot glasses and empty it in one quick sip --

and make a face. ]

Bloody hell, that's sweet.

[ she might take some time to warm up to all of this. give her half an hour and a few more far-too-sweet peach vodka shots. ]

[spellslots]

Ho-ly shit. [The exclamation is just a little breathless, because wow!! Peggy!!] You scrub up real nice.

[Not that she didn't look nice every other time he's seen her, but that was always a little prim and proper and now she seems to be cutting loose a little. It definitely suits her.]

I almost regret toning my own shit down a little, I'd been worried no one else would get into it.

["Toning it down" is a rare thing for him, but hey, he mostly managed it.]

for legendary_hands

[winscenario]

Jim had to be honest, he kind of missed attending a party like this. Not quite as wild as the raves he went to during his Academy days, but then again he wasn't twenty-two and that reckless anymore. This was quieter, classier too, but there were plenty of fun things to do anyway, even if Jim didn't get as involved with a few of the games as he might've been if he weren't still tired from their mission.

Still, he did his fair share of socializing, a little bit of drinking too, and by the time he spotted Bones sitting on the corner of the couch by himself, Jim was already a bit tipsy. He flopped on a spot right next to the doctor, shifting even closer to him as he draped one arm over the back of the couch, curling his hand into Bones's shoulder opposite of him.

"Fun party," he hummed with a bit of a lilt, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Bones's cheek. Just because he could. "Having fun, doc?"

[legendary_hands]

He'd never been much a party person. Not even in high school or college. He went, sure, but he never got super into it like most of the other people he went with. And Jim more specifically had always really enjoyed parties more than anyone else he'd ever met. Sometimes it bothered him at the beginning, but he learned just to pay it no mind. Long as Jim wasn't gettin' beat up or doin' something too bat shit crazy, he let it go. Well, and he made sure to be around to fix him if he did manage it any how.

Today he was more tired than anything else. He socialized, sure, but honestly, he was more than content to sink into the couch and close his eyes. Leonard always cut himself off when he felt like he was drinkin' too much. And right now he was at a pleasant buzz that made him feel really loose and warm in his limbs.

So when Jim sat down next to him, he opened one eye and arched a brow at Jim. His eyes were warm as he shifted to curl an arm about his waist. "It's been nice, sweet heart. How 'bout you? Enjoyin' yourself?"