[open party post] Sharky's Weed-tacular Birthday!

[broshaw]

Who: Anyone who wants to join, + Sharky
What: Sharky's 2nd birthday on the ship is a lowkey kickback instead of a blowout bash, for good reason
When: October 3rd???-ish??? IDK man whatever
Where: Bobby B's
Warnings: Drinking, weed, probably some talk of PTSD scattered throughout because that's the word of the month
Notes: While only Sharky's close CR will get a formal invite via text, nobody will be turned away so long as their vibes are chill and they aren't going to start a fight. IF fights are had, Sharky will make them stop. Trust me when I say you don't want him to do that (it'll make him sad :( )
Two prompts are generalized enough that your character doesn't even need to know there's a party going on, and one prompt is designed to engage with Sharky directly. Seriously do whatever weed-related posts you want, this is a safe space 🙏

[CLOSE CR] text invitation
[Friends of Sharky -- AKA anybody he's either made out with, hung out naked with, or talked about life with -- get a text on his birthday that reads something like this:]

🎉🎈🎂ITS MY BIRTHDAY ILL GET HIGH IF I WANT 2🎂🎈🎉
hey not doin a big thing 4 my bday this yr LOL but i got sum magic weed frum aden
adiden
AIDEN
n now that theres weed in bobby bs i figure its kickback time
com eon over 2 bbs tomorrow n smoke w me
gonna watch some movies n eat waaaay 2 much food
n get real fuckin blazed
💺🌿😶‍🌫️🌫️📺🍿🧀🍰🥔
u cn tell ur friends if u wanna bring em but 🚫NO BAD VIBES ALLOUD🚫
allowed
W/E YKWIM

[THE SPREAD] must be full of reefer
[The bar of Bobby B's has been converted into a mini buffet, with a limited selection of garbage food from Windjammer and a decent spread of various cheeses from the cheese shop. It's the kind of food you'd expect stoned people to eat: mini corn dogs, chips and salsa, a half-full pot of chili, and of course, at least three different potato dishes for our boy Pratt!! There's also a selection of mini desserts from the coffee shop for those with a sweet tooth.

While alcohol is still easily accessible (via ordering or simply going around the bar to self-serve), Sharky's prioritized non-alcoholic drinks for front and center. Soda, water, juice, that kinda stuff. There's even a basic coffee brewer with hot coffee on hand. Yeah motherfucker, there's literally no reason to leave the bar! Sharky doesn't want to risk going near stairs for the foreseeable future, OK??

Most importantly, there's a tray of joints, freshly taken from the vending machines, as well as the last of Sharky's super-heavy edible brownie, which is cut into tiny, single-serving squares. There's a handwritten sign next to all of this that says: WAIT 45 MIN B4 TAKING ANOTHER. Just to make sure nobody gets so zooted that they need to be carried to bed.]

[TV TIME] you mean that cat's high?!
[The TV(s?) in Bobby B are set up with DVD players, and Klaus has loaned Sharky a couple of movies to put on. Good vibes only means that there's a rotation of the following movies: Spice World, The Emperor's New Groove, Peter Pan, Aladdin, Lilo & Stitch, Stonehenge Apocalypse, Lavalantula, Velocipastor, Red: Werewolf Hunter, Triassic Attack, and Megapython vs. Gatoroid. When one movie ends, another gets put in, even if it's already played today!

There are a bunch of plush chairs arranged to make for a better viewing experience, the tables in between them all having at least one ashtray and a little bowl of bar peanuts on them.]

[FAE WEED] i believe he's losing his mind
[There's one batch of weed that you have to ask Sharky for access to, and that's because 1) it isn't in infinite supply and 2) it has some hella weird effects on people. That's right, Sharky's open to sharing his fae weed, a gift from Aiden that Sharky's only tried once on his own before deciding to pass it around. He'll gladly sprinkle some liberally into a cigarette for anyone who asks; for those who don't want a tobacco-based experience, he has a few of the smallest tobacco pipes available instead!

Anyone who smokes some of this very special weed will find the effects quite a bit stronger... and different... from regular weed. On top of it being super potent and fucking your shit up faster than any regular weed might, there are the occasional side effects -- like the sensation of being on fire, wild hallucinations, being flipped upside-down Dinnerbone-style, floating a few feet off the ground, getting turned into a lizard, etc etc etc. Pretty sure you can make up whatever effect you want and nobody's gonna call you out on it.

As such, Sharky will make sure to warn anyone who wants to try that this shit "is super intense, bro, you gotta be careful with it!" People who have never smoked before will get directed to the regular stuff, but I'm sure you can convince him if you try!!!]

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Sharky - OTA

[broshaw]

a. TV TIME
[Sharky is lounging in one of the chairs in front of the television, dressed to what he considers the nines, watching whatever movie is on with seemingly rapt attention. He has a plate of chips and salsa (plus a corndog) on the table beside him, and is working through his nth joint of the day. Bleary-eyed and dazed as he may be, anyone who takes a seat where he can see them will get a big, friendly grin.] Heyyy, make yourself comfy!! Did you get any snacks??

[Familiar/invited faces will get an additional, more bashfully delivered comment:] Thanks for comin', I know it's not, uhhh, the disco party you'd expect from me, buuuuut... y'know. Better safe than sorry.

b. RESTOCKING
[Occasionally, Sharky wanders across the promenade to get more snacks for the party. He can be found staring blankly at the dessert display in Sand Dollars or poking around at the cheeses in the cheese shop. Anyone who doesn't already know there's a weed blowout happening in Bobby's might be able to smell it coming from him -- maybe this is the perfect time to score an invite to a not-at-all-exclusive party!]

c. TOTALLY GOOD
[Sharky lingers in Bobby's long after most everyone else has left. The truth of the matter is, even when the party's over, Sharky isn't really interested in going anywhere. He's comfortable and numb and a million miles away from anything right now; leaving means he'll have to pass by Renly's and see the kind of venue he wishes he could use for a party. It means facing the fact that he can't even listen to his favorite BeeGees CD without skipping "Staying Alive." Worst of all, it means dealing with one set of stairs or another, which hadn't seemed like bad luck when the day started but sure feels like a potential curse now that it's time for him to head out.

So, fuck that noise. He'll just stay here, picking at the leftover food and watching the DVD screensaver, smoking a spliff that's gently dusted with fae weed. It makes the shapes of chairs and tables and food wibble and wobble, like a little kid trying and failing to stay inside the lines when coloring. He sighs occasionally, the way someone might when remembering someone who isn't around anymore. It's hard to guess which friend is on his mind, though -- there are a lot of them who never got to show up to the party.]

A

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt is holding a baked potato in one hand with sour cream, chives, and butter - and is eating it from the side like it's a hot dog. Which is an absolutely normal way to eat a baked potato. He's definitely keeping an eye on Sharky like a nervous dog while trying to act totally chill and cool.]

Instead of being a literal bear dancing away, this year is for getting ready to hibernate. Lo-fi beats to scroll fat bear week on Twitter.

[broshaw]

[Holy shit that looks so fuckin' good, he should have gotten a baked potato...]

Who the fuck are you callin' fat?? [He sticks out his tongue after he says it, just in case Pratt thinks he's being serious.] Far as I figure, the Pride party did all the heavy lifting, so now we get to veg the fuck out. You get yourself a smoke yet??

C

[ring_for_giles]

[ Giles hasn't been hovering because he wanted Sharky to have the space to enjoy himself with everyone that gathered for the party.

Now that it's over though, he definitely is. And he has no intention of leaving until he sees Sharky safely tucked into bed. Preferably in the cottage where he can continue to keep watch ]

How are you feeling, my dear? [ His voice is soft, gentle. He'd thought about being more indirect, but it didn't seem right for the melancholic aura that Sharky seems to be radiating ]

[broshaw]

[Considering the cottage is the one place he can get to without so much as looking at a stairwell??? Probably not a hard wish to fulfill!]

Oh, ummm... [A little cloud of smoke escapes his lungs as he contemplates the question. How is he feeling?? On the one hand, he is happily stoned, no anxiety kicking in, and he just spent the night hanging out with some of his best bros. On the other hand, half of his best bros have disappeared, the ship's vibes have gotten rancid, and if it weren't for Pratt and Giles, he probably would be rancid and disappearing too.]

Old, I think?

B...if she joins they should talk about Clarke

[myagic]

[Rita's sitting in Sand Dollars with a neglected caramel latte, chin in hand, watching Sharky stare at the dessert display. She wouldn't have known what that smell was, if Natsuno wasn't into the magically enhanced weed lately. As it is, she just wrinkles her nose and sighs.]

...You know they're not going to bite you, right?

[Her vibes have been pretty dumpster with Jade and Clarke vanishing, but cognizant of enough of their previous interactions, she'll try to tamp them down if he says it's his birthday, at least.]

omg YES

[broshaw]

[He jolts, having been completely unaware that anyone else was around. But then he sees it's Rita! Who he likes!]

Ooooh, haha, hey! Yeah, no, I know... just... [he turns back to the case] Tryin' to make sure I don't, like, take too much of one thing so everyone else goes without. But people like snacks, y'know? Especially when we're all smokin' so much weed.

[WHY are they smoking??? He forgets to mention that :|]

A

[theotherright]

[ Arthur shows up to Bobby B's in a really lovely linen suit, far from his usual mismatched Tommy's fare. It hides his frame somewhat, but it's doing nothing to distract from his bony face.

(He uh, he actually replied to Sharky's text with a warning about this. Just an awkward so as not to worry you, I apologise if I look unwell, and assure you in advance I am quite all right appended to his RSVP. It's possible Sharky has heard about Arthur's looks from Pratt already, but it's also possible he hasn't, and Arthur's had enough negative reviews to not want to surprise Sharky with it when he's stoned.)

Anyway-

He doesn't show up empty-handed. There's a whole stuffed, cartoon-ship-printed tote bag hanging from his shoulder. He gets pointed towards where Sharky's sitting, and makes sure that he's smiling like a normal person when he approaches, rather than grinning like a nervous dog that's forgotten its socialisation. ]

No, I- I understand completely. Many happy returns of the day. I, I brought a lifetime's supply of what I'm told is a rather good snack for the activity.

[ It's Takis. He has a bag full of Takis. ]

[broshaw]

[Sharky does a bad job of hiding his shock when Arthur sits down, but Arthur's probably not going to notice on account of the whole, uhhh, you know, blindness and whatnot. His tone is at least upbeat and casual, given the circumstances...]

O. M. G, dude, yes! Fuck, I haven't seen a fresh bag of Takis since fuckin' 2018! And trust me, dude, they're much better fresh than irradiated. That shit doesn't add flavor at all. Caaaan I have some??? [Arthur can't see but he's definitely giving him puppy dog eyes.]

C.

[decohere]

[every time she tells herself that she's had enough of parties and socializing, there's another occasion that she feels friendshiply obligated to attend. not as a burden, really. it's Sharky and he's great and deserves a nice little celebration for making it another year. she can drag herself out of a slump for him.

she shows up with a gift of a tommy bahama button down that she's drawn a cartoony shark with sunglasses on the back of and a card that she's made Peter sign as well.

but she doesn't have much experience with weed which seems to be the entire theme of the party, though she remembers the affect it had on Peter and the adorable texts he sent her... finding him all but melted on the floor.

maybe chilling out for a bit has its appeal.

Ava sets herself up with some snacks to watch one of the movies, and immediately passes out. please don't step on her.]

[broshaw]

[aww. Ava always looks like she could use an extra couple hours of sleep, so Sharky just makes sure her snacks don't spill all over her and occasionally pats her on the head like she's a lucky Buddha.

eventually, as more and more people start to leave and it becomes less party and more aftermath, he wanders over and sets down a glass of water next to her.]

Aaaaava, it's time to get up.

a.

[yourexoduslaughing]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHARKYYYYY!!! [Flan, high energy as ever, throws her arms around and gives him a tight hug.] Oh my god this rules, don't like, apologize! You can also throw a disco party later if you wanna!

[Pratt's told her how fucked this time of year is for everybody who went through the body-stealing bullshit, so like, whatever makes Sharky feel good is all that matters to Flan. She also lets go of Sharky to catch the box she's had falling off the portside for a few minutes now, presenting the small wrapped box.] Your gift! You'll be pleased to know that these are an original creation! I've been busy crafting with Fio and Sparkles and was like, hey, who else would enjoy some cool stuff they could wear? You!

[Inside the box are a dozen felt flowers attached to small clips and beads, perfect for stringing in a beard if Sharky feels especially playful one day.]

[broshaw]

[You KNOW he's returning that hug with all the pot-armed strength he has.] I think I'll just lie in bed and listen to the BeeGees after this is over.

[He's appropriately surprised by her teleporting tricks, and eagerly tears the wrapping paper like a kid on... his... birthday OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT, similies are dumb!!!]

O-M-G, dude, these are so cute! [Immediately clips one into his beard because obviously.] And you made 'em??? How??? Did you raid César for supplies?

B

[pineapplesalmon]

César's contemplating a mini corndog as if it's the center of the galaxy. Maybe it is for him right now. He looks up at Sharky. Eyes widen a bit.

"YOU—" He starts dramatically, happily, then abruptly stops, looks confused for a moment, and then finally remembers he wanted to point a finger at Sharky's face. "—have a good beard!"

It's only the second time he's had weed. He may, in fact, be completed buzzed out of his mind.

A

[ossie_oswald]

[ At some point towards the end of the party, Sharky may look down to see a blissfully high Ossie attempting to wiggle over, in a literal sense, like a worm. He's trying to get his head in Sharky's lap but he doesn't trust his legs right now. ]

Bloody corker of a party, [ he says in an unfamiliar accent, ] absolute ripper. Glad Giles let you out of the cottage in your glad rags, too. Give us a kiss?

fever - ota

[abhorrently]

There's pros and cons from stumbling into this entire setup and deciding to indulge. One one hand, it's similar enough in effects to certain drugs that she knows will relax her, and that's not a bad thing. On the other, if things go haywire and someone tries to kill her, she dosn't want to be less than ready to leap into action. And on the third spectral hand, her sorcery works off instinct, so it'll probably be fine if she shows up with a hidden dagger and casts Shield before arriving. Surprise attacks won't get the jump on her.

The result is that she's gracelessly reclining all over a chair, letting the weed course through her, and breathing easy while remaining calmly and utterly baffled by whatever movie is on. They don't have these where she comes from, and however unreal they are, it's still a delight, even if her position means she's watching it basically sideways. Alternately, if she does go towards the food, the look on her face belongs more to a student on their final exams than someone who wants a snack. The choices are difficult. One hand reaches, and then pulls back. Contemplation in the extreme.

Listen, she's here, and the lowered inhibitions means she's even more liable to simply have a word if you float into her vicinity. Or the fact that she's still practically brand new to the ship is something. Or she's staring extremely mournfully at a gold coin that's fallen from her hands, because to retrieve it and return to fiddling with it means getting up.

[theotherright]

A floppy-eared little terrier does a semi-controlled fall off a nearby sofa, puts its nose to the ground, and starts to weave unsoberly towards those snacks that Fever just can't decide on.

It's grey and white, it looks like a sheep had an unnatural dalliance with a teddy bear, and it keeps accidentally stepping on its own ears.

[broshaw]

"The corn dogs are real good!"

That's Sharky's suggestion to break the snack paralysis, anyway, which he offers as he comes up to get more chips and salsa for himself.

[myagic]

Rita came by on something of a whim, without any intention to smoke--but she did have one of those little brownie squares, and being the first time she's had weed plus 90 pounds soaking wet at best...she's a lightweight.

She didn't even notice when it kicked in. Unsure of how long she's been staring slack-jawed into space, she turns, and...oh. The movements. The colours. What is that, playing on the TV? She leaves her bar stool and, finding Fever and the chair she's sprawled over in her way...go around feels so unnecessary. She can just climb over, right?

So--hi there, Fever, have a slight teenager attempting to clamber and shuffle right over you.

Peter Starr - OTA

[be_seeing_you]

You would think someone like Number 6 would be too much of a stick in the mud to go to a party like this. You would be wrong. This isn't even his first time trying the stuff. (What? He lived in the 60s)

Find him luxuriating on the floor in front of the television where Aladdin is currently playing on screen. He has a plate of various snack items in front of him and he's lazily grazing on them. This is literally the most chill anyone has ever seen him.

There is one other notable change. Something is missing. His wings. No, you aren't hallucinating it. He's lying full on his back right now unencumbered by wings that would prevent it.

Surprise?

[myagic]

After staring at the movie in abject fascination for quite some time--yet somehow, simultaneously not absorbing any of it--she notices Number 6 there, and blinks. When did he get there? Why is he here? Isn't he too old to be on the floor like this? Isn't there something off? What is it that's missing?

Thinking about anything takes so long that she proceeds to stare at him for at least a full minute if he doesn't interrupt, before finally-

"Say. When did your eyebrows fall off?"

Yufei || OTA

[knotawolf]

1. Ice Ice Baby

Yufei can't eat or drink, due to the whole lack of a digestive system he has going on. But water seems to be fine, or in his case eating lots and lots of ice. He has discovered the cronch and there's no going back.

Currently he has a bowl and has collected ice cubes of various shapes: a perfect sphere made for whiskey, some of the crushed pebble ice for margaritas, various sized cubes. He's gnawing on an overly large clear cube that's meant to serve as a single ice cube in a glass. Sure it's melting in his hands and water is trailing down his arms, but he seems to be having a good time.

2. Late night, double feature, picture show

Hope no one else was watching whatever is on the TV because Yufei is standing approximately three inches away from the screen absolutely mesmerized. He also has one hand on the glass of the television like he might be able to grab the characters when they move.

He seems really interested when any animals show up.

[decohere]

Ava wakes up briefly from her nap, squinting blearily at the obscured screen and wondering what she's missed of the plot. All of it, she's not sure this is even the same movie... It takes a moment to realize who is blocking the tv, and Yufei's fascination with the little animal critters moving about.

"Yeah, gettem..." she encourages.

Rita | OTA - get your magic makeovers

[myagic]

[Rita's well and truly brownie-blazed and in the best mood she's been in what feels like ages. She grins, twirling a fountain pen in her fingers. It has limited ink, but she's in no state to think that what she's doing with it here is a waste.]

Hey, parties have makeovers and stuff, right? Want me to magic something up for you? I'm pretty good, if I do say so myself.

[For an example of her work, look to Numbrow 6. She can make whatever changes she can imagine, and the effects could last anywhere from 5 minutes to 5 years--who knows! (ie. it's up to player discretion!)]

[neverleave]

[Unlike Rita's brownie incident, Natsuno joins in quite knowingly. He's been spending more time in Bobby B's anyway, might as well pretend it's less messed up when he has company. Sharky's colorful fae weed is curious, but for now Natsuno is sticking to his own magical stash.

After one terrible movie ends and another he'd seen already starts, he makes his way back to Rita. He watches the eyebrow aftermath with reverant fascination. Rita's just - amazing and this is the cleverest, funniest shit he'd seen in his entire life. Lives. There's no way he can refuse her now.]

Yeah. But I gotta think first.

[He thinks. Ans thinks. And thinks some more. Then his eyes light up, literally. It's harder to keep the Sun El in check when he's high.]

Catsuno.