[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!!!]

Comments

thank you email for eating this

[abhorrently]

"I don't think he has any plans on it. If the space forces can't stop him, no one can."

Don't worry, Rita. This is a no judgement zone on emotion. If she hadn't just gotten cat scruffed, she would have gotten a clap on the shoulder for that. But instead, Fever leans more on her own hands, propping her head up with an elbow.

"Plus, the little girl would probably stage a rescue mission and make those other aliens help." The ones that are married. "He'll be safe. This is a good ending, I can feel it."

ahh that happens sometimes, very rude of email

[myagic]

Certainly, Rita is being far more candid (and personal-space-invading) than she would normally be with a new face. But hey, they probably won't talk about anything that would be too mortifying in retrospect, right?

"Hmm," she considers, staring intently at the screen again, and finally nodding. "She's determined. She'll go to the ends of the earth if she has to. Or space." Right, that's why the other aliens will help, whether they want to or not. But they'd damn well better.

A moment of staring at the screen later, and something finally dawns on her. "Oh, yeah. I'm Rita. In case you didn't know." Estelle would've wanted her to introduce herself to people, now that she thinks about it. How long until this person disappears too, though? It's a downer thought...

[abhorrently]

"I didn't know who you were at all, actually. But I'm Fever."

That's the point of a gathering like this, right? To hang out with people, new faces included.

"Now you know me. Instead of just whoever's in the way."

[myagic]

"Fever," she echoes thoughtfully, and not just because it's a slightly odd name.

"I know your name, but it's not like I know you." Hmm. She's never really tried to get to know someone quickly. It'd be easier not to, but she's committed to not being a hack who takes the easy way out just because it hurts when people you grow to care for disappear and leave and she'll damn well make sure to remember them so they're not forgotten...you know, she's not sure she's feeling whatever was in that brownie. Or so she thinks.

She jabs a finger into Fever's shoulder--trying to point at her, but they're too close, so. And with total seriousness, orders, "Tell me your secrets."

[abhorrently]

That's not going to do anything but get Fever to laugh, genuinely amused at Rita's boldness.

"You know my name? Do I have such a reputation already?"

Coughing up her secrets - under the layer of the intoxicants, she knows there's an abstract shape of telling this young woman something that will horrify her for all her days, embed it in her skull and make all the cozy chair sharing they do a nightmare. But...hm. No, not today.

[myagic]

"I heard your name from someone earlier." And no, she doesn't remember said someone was Fever herself during the cat-scruffing. That feels like...ages ago. Minutes are stretching into eternities, like time has stopped properly functioning here. Which it already kind of had, she thinks, seeing as they don't age. Which reminds her--

"Speaking of reputation... Since some people here have the wrong idea," she huffs, "I'll have you know I'm seventeen, not twelve--how do people even get that idea?!" Okay, so people was one person was Clarke, but anyway. "So what's your reputation?"

[abhorrently]

Neither does Fever remember telling Rita her name. They're doing fantastic here, no notes needed or given.

"Here? I could be anything. A magnificent sorcerer, an ignorant newcomer, a 'would-be-hero' if you're talking to a particular bastard. I'm open to interpretation. Other people write your reputation for you." A pause. "People probably think you're young because you're short. Which is dumb. I've known old men shorter than you."

They just happen to be gnomes.

[myagic]

"It is dumb," she huffs again, and wishes she could tell Clarke I told you so. And not just for the sake of winning that argument. "If everyone's height correlated that much with age, then--take that guy, for example," and she points at Peter Starr, who's the first designated old guy she spots, "he's old enough that he wouldn't even fit in here."

Fever describing herself as open to interpretation is pretty weird in her opinion, but after a moment's consideration, Rita declares, "Anyway, I think you're okay. That's my interpretation so far."

Who knew that chiller vibes made getting along with people so much easier?

[abhorrently]

She grins, and gently bumps shoulders with the young woman.

"I think you're pretty decent yourself, Rita. Glad we crossed paths."

Who knew, really, who'd you end up meeting at the weed party. Or how you'd meet them.

[myagic]

A little grin crosses her own face. It's not so bad, meeting someone with intelligence and good taste in a party like this, huh? Just once in a while.

"So how old are you? I told you my age, so you should share. Besides, it is a birthday party." Sure, it's Sharky's party and not Fever's, but what difference does that make?

[abhorrently]

This is a question that takes more thought than Rita might have expected. Fever thinks hard, she counts on her hands, she frowns as she tries to assemble her scraps of memory, and then finally looks at Rita with a careful expression.

"...I don't remember. I don't remember a lot of things, actually."

[myagic]

Rita is not feeling nearly as impatient as she might normally--not quite being aware of time right now is also a contributing factor--so for once in her life she sits quietly and lets the answer come when it's ready.

And...huh. "So...you have amnesia? That's too bad," she says frankly.

[abhorrently]

"Yeah...it's a bit of a pain, but it's not as though I can do anything about it. Maybe I'll remember with enough time, though. At least I came out of it with my name intact."

She shrugs - it really doesn't bother her at the moment. It'll either fix itself or it won't. There's not much point moping about it, particularly when the scraps she gets back aren't exactly comforting.

"If I do remember how old I am, I'll message you immediately and let you know."

[myagic]

She supposes there's little point in being sad over something Fever doesn't remember anyway...but it kind of sucks that the memories she makes have to be of this place. Even if this party isn't too bad.

"It's...it's not that important--I mean your age specifically. But, I guess if you remember something...I'd be interested in hearing about it."