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balance_logs2019-10-27 10:50 pm
bu773rfly) wrote in balance_logs2019-10-27 10:50 pm
Entry tags:
- ace attorney: franziska von karma,
- ace attorney: mia fey,
- danganronpa: kaede akamatsu,
- digimon: erika mishima,
- doki doki literature club: natsuki,
- doki doki literature club: sayori,
- final destination: alex browning,
- good omens: aziraphale,
- jjba: guido mista,
- persona: minato arisato,
- steven universe: rose quartz,
- the good place: michael
boo
Who: All troublemakers and part-time ghouls [that means open]
Where: The movie room, then the Quad
When: The very night of Halloween!
What: Get SPOOKY, get SLEEPY, get STUPID, it's a sleepover costume party.
Content Warning: none for the post; byocw (bring your own content warnings)
[It starts a few nights before, with a network post.]
10.27.xx 19:28:16 un:hudie
20:00....Halloween night...the movie room...
You'd better be there. You'd better be in costume.
10.27.xx 19:29:43 un:akapassionista
I can't wait to see everyone's Halloween costumes!! ♪♪(o*゜∇゜)o～♪♪
[You'd better. Because it's a party!
Kaede and Erika have dressed the room up for the spookiest night of the year. It's nothing professional - lights dimmed, music playing, store-bought balloons with jack-o-lantern faces on them, paper cutouts in pumpkin and ghost shapes stuck to the wall. A "bat" is fluttering around, but if you squint, it's actually just Erika's familiar with black paper stuck to her wings. There's some kind of plastic tub in the corner full of water and...apples? Is it supposed to be bobbing for apples? All in all, it has some kind of DIY charm to it all.
Of course, everyone's actually here for the refreshments, and there's plenty of those. Some Bender specials, mostly the non-enchanted fare, but you might find a couple of the milder curses and blessings on the table. Bowls of popcorn and chips and every other genre of snack food you can scrounge up at Fantasy Costco. Candy galore. A modest assortment of Faerunian treats familiar from missions. Paper cups and plates and napkins. Soda bottles and a water pitcher and a few big bowls of punch. (One is labeled "alcoholic". Be ye ware.)
And by the way, costumes really are mandatory. There's a sign out front saying so. If you came unprepared, there's a bin of costume components outside to choose from, capes and headbands and masks and whatnot, but they might not coordinate well. If you think you're getting in without making an effort, Kaede and Erika (themselves dressed in bargain bin warlock and bard kit, respectively) are ready and waiting to chase you down and apply whatever degree of force or Sleep they need to correct the issue, with costume accessories and water-resistant face paint in hand.
About two hours into things, the two get everyone's attention and move the party outside to the Quad. Out there they've got a campfire going, picnic blankets spread out for sitting on, ingredients for s'mores laid out, and...pumpkins! And tools for carving or painting them. A sign out by the campfire announces a contest for the best decorated pumpkins, but nobody ever comes along to apply judging standards, so everyone's just free to show off their creation.
Things wind down a little after midnight. You can head on home...or just sleep out here, between blankets under the stars. It's that cozy kind of night.]
Where: The movie room, then the Quad
When: The very night of Halloween!
What: Get SPOOKY, get SLEEPY, get STUPID, it's a sleepover costume party.
Content Warning: none for the post; byocw (bring your own content warnings)
[It starts a few nights before, with a network post.]
10.27.xx 19:28:16 un:hudie
20:00....Halloween night...the movie room...
You'd better be there. You'd better be in costume.
10.27.xx 19:29:43 un:akapassionista
I can't wait to see everyone's Halloween costumes!! ♪♪(o*゜∇゜)o～♪♪
[You'd better. Because it's a party!
Kaede and Erika have dressed the room up for the spookiest night of the year. It's nothing professional - lights dimmed, music playing, store-bought balloons with jack-o-lantern faces on them, paper cutouts in pumpkin and ghost shapes stuck to the wall. A "bat" is fluttering around, but if you squint, it's actually just Erika's familiar with black paper stuck to her wings. There's some kind of plastic tub in the corner full of water and...apples? Is it supposed to be bobbing for apples? All in all, it has some kind of DIY charm to it all.
Of course, everyone's actually here for the refreshments, and there's plenty of those. Some Bender specials, mostly the non-enchanted fare, but you might find a couple of the milder curses and blessings on the table. Bowls of popcorn and chips and every other genre of snack food you can scrounge up at Fantasy Costco. Candy galore. A modest assortment of Faerunian treats familiar from missions. Paper cups and plates and napkins. Soda bottles and a water pitcher and a few big bowls of punch. (One is labeled "alcoholic". Be ye ware.)
And by the way, costumes really are mandatory. There's a sign out front saying so. If you came unprepared, there's a bin of costume components outside to choose from, capes and headbands and masks and whatnot, but they might not coordinate well. If you think you're getting in without making an effort, Kaede and Erika (themselves dressed in bargain bin warlock and bard kit, respectively) are ready and waiting to chase you down and apply whatever degree of force or Sleep they need to correct the issue, with costume accessories and water-resistant face paint in hand.
About two hours into things, the two get everyone's attention and move the party outside to the Quad. Out there they've got a campfire going, picnic blankets spread out for sitting on, ingredients for s'mores laid out, and...pumpkins! And tools for carving or painting them. A sign out by the campfire announces a contest for the best decorated pumpkins, but nobody ever comes along to apply judging standards, so everyone's just free to show off their creation.
Things wind down a little after midnight. You can head on home...or just sleep out here, between blankets under the stars. It's that cozy kind of night.]
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[This is different. Not only because it's Sayori, who's fought alongside him, whose weight he's held in his arms in Wonderland and whose fingers are laced through his. This isn't really casual, that much is true. He feels a lot of things about Sayori, and some of them are soft and some are silly, but some are very, very serious. Besides that, though, it's—]
[He feels it. Even before he leans in to meet her, there's a flicker of yes from her, something he's already echoing even before he recognizes it. Part of him's curious about what brought it on, what exactly he did or what exactly she saw that made her sit up and take notice, but then again, does it matter? There's yes in him too, a warm response as he squeezes her fingers lightly, as he smiles faintly against her lips at the way she finds him at the halfway point this time.]
[There is, unfortunately, no universe in which he'd give a shit about kissing her in a loosely-spread cluster of their mutual friends. Better than in the party, and he's happy, and she's happy, and it's dark enough and beautiful out here. She's soft, he thinks, the way she kisses him; but not, also, and all he really needs to do is smooth out the angle where they meet with a minute tilt of his head before he can just focus on committing the shape of her bottom lip to memory.]
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This isn't one of those things. This resonates with her very makeup in the same way that reading a poem does. She just—understands, and there's a note of clumsiness in the way she cues off his correction, but it's a motion meant to match. Being able to understand a poem doesn't mean you know how to write one right away, after all, but it does make it easier.
And she writes this poem with her whole heart, focuses blindly on the warm, matching spark inside of him and on the exact curve of his smile as she tries to learn it with the exploratory shift of her lips. She, in contrast, has entirely forgotten what's going on around them, spacing out in the best kind of way. There's only Mista, and his fingers laced with hers, and her intent concentration on his reaction as her lips part—just slightly—so that they can come together again and kiss him from a subtly new angle.]
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[It's the same as dancing, kind of. She danced with him just fine even though she didn't know how. She does this just fine too — perfectly, to him. Maybe whatever the next step beyond perfect is, if the pleased sound he makes at her invitation and shift is any indication: a curious question-mark noise that dips into a hum, low and approving.]
[He'll follow her lead, always, whenever she wants to take it. He likes to. So it's easy, it feels good and right, to part his lips in turn and invite her closer in, to concentrate intently on the next steps she takes so that he can mirror, adjust, and follow. And he wants to touch her more, and he knows it's safe, so he does: his other hand shifting up to cup her cheek, brush her hair behind her ear and trace the shape of the shell of it, memorizing.]
breaks in this icon ig
Her fingers curl tighter between his and she gravitates towards his other hand, chasing the trails of impossible warmth where he touches her. The cute red hood is no longer in any danger, at least, because it slips back off her head as he tucks her hair out of the way. Not that she takes any notice of it whatsoever. Her journal has also definitely fallen off her knee, and god knows where the pen is, but her other hand doesn't bother searching for them; it ventures over the blanket too, brushing the side of his leg.
Leaving her in charge may not be the responsible decision here, all things considered. She's perfectly content to accept what he offers, wanting to learn this—wanting in this moment, more than anything, to learn him. So she presses on, all enthusiasm and curiosity, evident in the little curl of a smile she manages and in the very subtle flick of her tongue.]
me: this thread is insanely self-indulgent; also me: tags it back very late yolo
[Eyes closed, lips parted, he grins like he's just sprung a trap. Except it's the opposite, right? He was hoping to have it sprung on him, but this is all Sayori. God, she's perfect.]
[Maybe she can feel the angle of his eye teeth for half an instant as he shifts against her, as his grin shifts from something smug to something looser and more focused on the moment, on wanting it to continue. There's another noise, just like she wanted, almost the same as before. There's more yes in it, though, a sentiment that's echoed in the touch of his tongue to her bottom lip, quick but not subtle, all things considered.]
the party don't stop til we get our fill of self-indulgent ship content
A soft intake of breath, edging up against a gasp, and she chases that flash of tongue more deeply, squeezing his hand and leaning her body in closer to better leverage the rush of fervor into the movements of this kiss, a little clumsy but a lot passionate.
This isn't exactly a warm costume and yet she feels on the verge of overheating. Wild.]