We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





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★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

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cw: hallucinations

[opheliac]

( so jinx wanted step out for a wee bit. who knew drinking can make you so light-headed? sure, this isn't her first taste of alcohol since being on the ship but it is the first time she had this many. she isn't out of the room long -- just enough to stretch, roll her shoulder, and breathe. right, back in she goes!

as she enters in rischie, her hands on her hips while scanning the room. it appears everyone is still having a good time and things look to be in order still. good, good. but it's when she peers over at the bar, her hands instantly drop to her sides -- eyes large as she sees a man behind the bar. he is prepping up his pipe before he grabs the alcoholic beverages behind him. at the table across from him are enforcers; patiently waiting to be served by him.

her body tenses and her heart is thumping so loudly out of her chest that it's drowning out the music for her. it's a sudden move, but the man and the enforcers roll their heads in sync with a darkly glare to jinx. her breath hitches and in sheer impulse -- her hand hovers over her pistol -- but recalling it doesn't have any ammo. are they... going to move at all? attack her? over her shoulder, her dead brother, mylo lingers as if he is waiting for something. for what? she can't really seem to place.


the man and the enforcers twitch with a quick mutation to sketchy chalk-like monsters. jinx catches herself hyperventilating as they drop on all fours -- clawing and dragging their jagged nails along the floor. they move slow at the start but by each second, they creep faster towards her. 'start running. do something.' but she can't move -- it's as if her feet became a block of cement and no matter how much she thrashes around, she just. can't. move.

'you should've kept running.'


it's when those monsters sprint, jinx finally reacts. a frighten gasp leaves her as she scatters out back out the door; slamming it in hope a closed door will be enough to keep them locked away. taking a few steps back from rischie, she wraps her arms around herself in a hold -- quivering while trying to calm her breathing. )

[barfeathers]

... Jinx?

[ She's not sure why the party's host is outside having a panic attack, but coming back to that from grabbing a couple more bottles of rum from the other bars is definitely a thing. That is currently happening. Hm. Whatever, the rum bottles are going on the ground for now so she can try to calm her down. Or maybe get her lights knocked out. Either one, really. She's used to that sort of treatment from back when she was a real bartender, so she could be a good sport about it. She's a decent punching bag.

Queen of Personal-boundaries-aren't-real-and-don't-exist immediately finds herself getting closer to Jinx, despite the fact that's perhaps the worst thing to do when someone is having a panic attack. She still tries to coo comfortingly. ]

Hey, hey, Jinx. You're alright.

[opheliac]

( having la pluma now close to her which to jinx, is sudden, she shoves her and backs further away. )

No! — Just... Just go away.

( occasionally, she darts her gaze from her and the door -- to be on a look out in case it opens on its own. in case the monsters start crawling underneath the cracks. so far though, the door seems still and not budging. maybe... they're gone now? it's not as if she's going to go over to check. )

[barfeathers]

[ Like a curious bird, La Pluma tilts her head from side to side. There's a glance to the door, then to Jinx. She seems a bit like a caged animal. Or like a frightened child, knife in hand, squirreled away in the corner with too much of a will to live to let the monsters get to her, but too afraid to move out of the safety of an unknown corner.

...Too specific?

There's another coo as she moves closer. Rafaela's voice is always soft, high, chime-like, but even more so now as she tries to keep Jinx's attention. ]

Is something in there? I can stay with you until it goes away.

[opheliac]

(should she trust her? she doesn't seem... terrible, in fact she was rather nice to her during their first meeting. but what if she will just lure her to them? no. she wouldn't know anything about the enforcers nor would she be working for them. jinx is beside herself as she tries to think on what's the right choice. but she finds herself nodding, however quickly adds:)

But if you open the door, you go first...

[barfeathers]

[ La Pluma looks over at the door for a moment, considering her options. Yes, she could go over and peer inside and say "Look, no monsters under this bed," but she's pretty sure that's not what Jinx needs right now. ]

Maybe instead we can sit down here. It's loud in there, isn't it? Easier to breathe out here, I think.

[opheliac]

I... — okay. Y-Yeah, that's fine, too.

(and with that being said, she just takes a seat right where she is standing. she brings her legs in close to her chest with her arms link around in a hold.)

[barfeathers]

[ Pluma settles herself in the floor in front of Jinx— between her and the door. She crosses her legs. She should probably say something to get her mind off this. ]

You are very thoughtful for putting a party together. Even if things aren’t great right now, it’s nice to have the reminder that… we can be here for each other.

[opheliac]

Is it thoughtful? I sorta did it 'cuz I got really bored.

[barfeathers]

There are a lot of things you can do out of boredom that don’t require bringing the spirits of other people up. You worked on this. [ She gestured to the sign that Jinx had made. ] You put work into it.

That’s very kind of you.

[opheliac]

It is...? I'm not really use to uh, people sayin' I'm kind. Heh...

(she tries to put on a smile and even so, it's one filled with sorrow.)

[barfeathers]

[ She nods. ]

Everyone I talked to tonight was having a really good time. You did that. And I'm sure they appreciate it and want you to have a good time, too.

[opheliac]

Now you're just tryin' to be nice. I'm prettttyyy sure there's a few people in there that would rather I not be in there.

[barfeathers]

After coming to a party that you're hosting? That sounds very tsundere of them, actually.

[opheliac]

Tsu...what?

[barfeathers]

Tsundere. It's when someone has a hard and unapproachable exterior, but are soft underneath it.

Like, if someone were to give you something you liked, and they replied with, "This doesn't mean we're friends"...

Textbook tsundere.

[opheliac]

Huh. Well, I'm definitely not tsundere. There's not a soft bone in my body!

[barfeathers]

Hm, so is all the soft on the outside, then?

[ She pokes Jinx's arm for good measure. ]

[opheliac]

Wha...? No! I'm not that, either!!