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.

Comments

[opheliac]

I'll take it! Likewise to ya, Rin. You're not too shabby for a cyborg that gets iffy.

( finishing her chip, she grabs another but instead extends it out to it. )

Wanna try? It's a lil' plain but it gets the job done.

[serialskiller]

[It accepts the offered chip, chomping thoughtfully.]

Thanks. And...look, I haven't been to many parties, but this seems like a good one.

[opheliac]

So you're finally acknowledging my greatness, huh? Gotta say, it's about time.

[serialskiller]

Fuck you, Jinx.

[But there's no heat at all behind that--hell, it lets out an actual (if quiet, stifled) laugh.]

[opheliac]

( she giggles before giving it a slight nudge of her elbow. )

Hey, hey. You left yourself wiiiiide open for that. I couldn't help myself!

[serialskiller]

[It jolts away from the nudge--not because it's her, but because it doesn't like being touched.]

Great at being awful, maybe.

[opheliac]

And yet here ya are talkin' to me. So I can't be too bad.

[serialskiller]

[It hesitates, then tries something it's seen in countless comedy serials.

It reaches out and ruffles her hair lightly.]

I guess not.

[opheliac]

Heeeeey, watch it! The hair takes a lotta work, y'know!

(it does take a lot to maintain but still, it's in a playful tone when she complains.)

[serialskiller]

Oh no, can't be ruining your cool 'do.

[It pulls its hand away.]

I'm going to keep watching over the party, make sure it's safe. If you need me, just get the attention of one of the drones.

[opheliac]

Roger that!

( and she lifts up her index and middle against her forehead; sending of a salute. )