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espersions) wrote in estoria2015-11-20 02:01 pm
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Who: espersions, belfire, moribound, popsometags, their cr, their cr's cr...
When: Early April
Where: Source Below: Cerealia's most surreal karaoke bar
What: How do you come to terms with death and disappearance? Get hammered and sing about it, obviously.
Rating/Warning: alcohol, hot tubs, death mentions, and j-pop
Ket Whiss is gone for good, and Minato has returned from his PLAYER ONE GAME OVER moment, courtesy of a hungry monster. And there's the residual trauma of everyone's jungle/elemental adventures.
So, well. Why not have a party?
Source Below is Cerealia's most popular — and most surreal — karaoke bar. It features a costume closet, with hundreds of outfits to try on, for that full idol experience. There are themed rooms: one with overflowing candy, another built to resemble the interior of a spaceship, one full of robotic cats who yowl in time with the music, to a pitch-black room filled with pairs of enormous, glowing, slowly-blinking eyes....
But Team Catastrophe's party isn't in any of these, because none of these losers made a reservation. Instead, they got stuck with the only one left, covered in white tile, with a hot tub in the center.
This is a bad idea on so many levels, but it's not as if that's ever stopped anybody.
(ooc: open to any extended cr, feel free to handwave how you heard about it. the more the merrier!)
espersions, belfire, moribound, popsometags, their cr, their cr's cr...When: Early April
Where: Source Below: Cerealia's most surreal karaoke bar
What: How do you come to terms with death and disappearance? Get hammered and sing about it, obviously.
Rating/Warning: alcohol, hot tubs, death mentions, and j-pop
Ket Whiss is gone for good, and Minato has returned from his PLAYER ONE GAME OVER moment, courtesy of a hungry monster. And there's the residual trauma of everyone's jungle/elemental adventures.
So, well. Why not have a party?
Source Below is Cerealia's most popular — and most surreal — karaoke bar. It features a costume closet, with hundreds of outfits to try on, for that full idol experience. There are themed rooms: one with overflowing candy, another built to resemble the interior of a spaceship, one full of robotic cats who yowl in time with the music, to a pitch-black room filled with pairs of enormous, glowing, slowly-blinking eyes....
But Team Catastrophe's party isn't in any of these, because none of these losers made a reservation. Instead, they got stuck with the only one left, covered in white tile, with a hot tub in the center.
This is a bad idea on so many levels, but it's not as if that's ever stopped anybody.
(ooc: open to any extended cr, feel free to handwave how you heard about it. the more the merrier!)
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[
Something about Record Breaker goes here.But very well, Alcor recognizes it'd probably be a waste of time to debate his siblings further, so he teleports out of sight for a moment, and then reappears with a glass of the requested drink, and floats it over to Kazuya in the hot tub. He never said how many, but one is probably a good number. If he wanted more, he could always order more.]Here you are.
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...why can everyone else teleport without losin' limbs and stuff?
[Seriously, it was so unfair. If Kazuya attempted demonic teleportation, it always went horrifically wrong. But Hyoubu, Ket, and now this eyelash model... they did it like it was the easiest thing in the world! So unfair... grumble, grumble...]
Swear there's shenani... Shen... cheatin' goin' on...
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[.................That probably didn't make a lick of sense to Kaz.]
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Prob-ab-ly...?
[He drew out the word's individual syllables carefully, frowning deeply as he tried to think on how to phrase his next words. Discussion on the complexities of teleportation probably shouldn't be done when one is blind stinking drunk. He took a bracing swig of his "red one" drink, as if that'd help]
I... okay, look, when you, uh, jump from one spot to another, you kinda like, get rid of the space? Like, you fold the space over, like- [He gestured like he was folding over a piece of paper, spilling his drink in the process. He didn't notice] -like, like that! See? So, I fold it, like that, then, I go to push to the other side, and then, it goes horribly wrong! I mean, how do demons do it? A lot of them are dumber than bricks and they do it without thinkin'! You hafta know your, your mass and weight and, and the distance you're going and, and do this like that! [he snapped his fingers aggressively] Otherwise - BOOM! Or, er, splice! And, you either, um, blew up th' desti- desh- the place, or you left your arm or leg behind or somethin'!
[That probably made even less sense than Alcor]