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[ It's the midst of the chaos. The Juice is in their veins. Henry has his Poke'Gear out and is ready to make some memories. ]
So, yes, prom, through no fault of its own, has been a rather lackluster experience for a gaggle of ~30 year olds and one 400+ year old. This, as Scar has discovered in various ways throughout the evening, can be remedied.
The door to the dorm room opens with a bit more gusto than strictly necessary, to reveal the terrifying silhouette of theState Alchemist Killer Wrist Breaker. He's a touch red in the face. His suit jacket is long abandoned, his tie is a rumpled mass in his pocket, and he's unbuttoned his dress shirt enough that the undershirt beneath it is visible. He and buttons don't get along. The knees of his pants are noticeably scuffed, but that detail hardly stands out now that the rest of him is so thoroughly out of Fancy Party Mode.
Cradled in his big, meaty claws is a party-sized plastic jar with a label that suggests it once contained cheese balls. It has been repurposed to contain a crude cocktail of cold brew and tequila, and it's still mostly full.
"I have something."
The door to the dorm room opens with a bit more gusto than strictly necessary, to reveal the terrifying silhouette of the
Cradled in his big, meaty claws is a party-sized plastic jar with a label that suggests it once contained cheese balls. It has been repurposed to contain a crude cocktail of cold brew and tequila, and it's still mostly full.
"I have something."
Henry glances up. He's still mostly fully dressed for Prom time, save for his shoes which have been kicked off somewhere. He was on his feet for a while taking dozens of photos for folks who couldn't cram themselves into those little booths. So many people love full party photos.
He doesn't know if any of them will stay in his camera. There were some pretty weird ones. He's too tired to care though. What he's not too tired to care about is Scar's state of unfancyness and the fucking JUG he has in his hands.
"What is that?"
He doesn't know if any of them will stay in his camera. There were some pretty weird ones. He's too tired to care though. What he's not too tired to care about is Scar's state of unfancyness and the fucking JUG he has in his hands.
"What is that?"
Envy's still mostly dressed; his outfit was a transformed one to begin with, so it's not uncomfortable. Except for the heels, which he ditched as soon as they'd all gotten in the room, and the hair, which without him paying attention to maintaining the shape has definitively begun escaping from the pinned up look. He's leaning over Heather's shoulder, but Scar's grand entrance sure gets his attention!
Henry asks the most obvious question, so Envy's squinting at Scar's weird expression instead.
"Are you...buzzed?"
He noticed the pant knees. He makes the wise decision (for once) not to say anything out loud.
Henry asks the most obvious question, so Envy's squinting at Scar's weird expression instead.
"Are you...buzzed?"
He noticed the pant knees. He makes the wise decision (for once) not to say anything out loud.
Scar frowns down at The Jug as if he is observing it for the first time.
"I believe it is coffee and an inadvisable quantity of tequila."
And with a sideways glance in Envy's direction:
"Possibly."
He is still taking up the entire doorway.
"I believe it is coffee and an inadvisable quantity of tequila."
And with a sideways glance in Envy's direction:
"Possibly."
He is still taking up the entire doorway.
[ Henry has had one (1) cup of The Bad Soup. ]
[He sits on the little dorm sofa hunkered over his Poke'Gear, his hair falling in a curtain around it. He's holding it really...really close to his face.]
What the hell...what the hell...c'mon. Come. On.
[ He taps furiously at the screen. ]
[He sits on the little dorm sofa hunkered over his Poke'Gear, his hair falling in a curtain around it. He's holding it really...really close to his face.]
What the hell...what the hell...c'mon. Come. On.
[ He taps furiously at the screen. ]
Scar? BUZZED? On PURPOSE?
Heather had only recently returned to the Designated Hangout Room (tm) herself after taking an evening walk out to that lighthouse, and had honestly been considering turning in (or at least napping sloppily while her boyfriend lounges on top of her like a living weighted blanket). Like an adult.
Until Scar burst in with his malevolent concoction.
And now she has to know what brought this about.
But first...
"Is that one of those cheeseball jars??"
She gets Henry one of those like every year for Christmas. She would recognize one anywhere. Who put coffee and tequila in that.
Heather had only recently returned to the Designated Hangout Room (tm) herself after taking an evening walk out to that lighthouse, and had honestly been considering turning in (or at least napping sloppily while her boyfriend lounges on top of her like a living weighted blanket). Like an adult.
Until Scar burst in with his malevolent concoction.
And now she has to know what brought this about.
But first...
"Is that one of those cheeseball jars??"
She gets Henry one of those like every year for Christmas. She would recognize one anywhere. Who put coffee and tequila in that.
[Heather has had one half (1/2) cup of the Bad Soup.]
[She is already feeling it.]
Whoa-- haha!
[Visibly swaying when she stands up too fast, she winds up flopping down next to her adopted brother instead of heading over to the sink, which is what she originally intended to do.]
HEY BRO.
Whatcha doooin'?
[She is already feeling it.]
Whoa-- haha!
[Visibly swaying when she stands up too fast, she winds up flopping down next to her adopted brother instead of heading over to the sink, which is what she originally intended to do.]
HEY BRO.
Whatcha doooin'?
"It has been rinsed thoroughly," Scar provides in a tone that seems to indicate that:
1. He understands Heather's hesitation.
2. This reassurance clears up any question one could possibly have about the situation.
1. He understands Heather's hesitation.
2. This reassurance clears up any question one could possibly have about the situation.
[ He does not look up. ]
I'm trying...to crop this picture. Someone asked me to remove one of her ex's Pokemon from their group shot but it keeps...zooming in on her face instead.
[ He is tapping the wrong thing. ]
I'm trying...to crop this picture. Someone asked me to remove one of her ex's Pokemon from their group shot but it keeps...zooming in on her face instead.
[ He is tapping the wrong thing. ]
What in the world has gotten into him?
Lust can only blink, entirely taken aback by this turn of events. And the sight of him. What has he been up to? He rarely indulges - though he does indulge sometimes. Never with coffee and a large amount of tequila, but this seems to be an era of firsts for him.
If he wants to get stupidly drunk with her and her family, she's not going to stop him. Though the more she notices, and the more questions are asked and answered, the more questions she has.
"This is...certainly a surprise."
Lust can only blink, entirely taken aback by this turn of events. And the sight of him. What has he been up to? He rarely indulges - though he does indulge sometimes. Never with coffee and a large amount of tequila, but this seems to be an era of firsts for him.
If he wants to get stupidly drunk with her and her family, she's not going to stop him. Though the more she notices, and the more questions are asked and answered, the more questions she has.
"This is...certainly a surprise."
It becomes immediately evident that Scar had not noticed Lust's presence until this very moment. He doesn't light up, insofar as Scar never lights up, but it is, unfortunately for others present, quite clear in the little brightening of his face and easing of his shoulders.
"It was an uneventful evening."
He clearly thinks this sentence is funny.
It is not recommendable to ask him why.
"I was left with this."
As if that explains absolutely everything.
"It was an uneventful evening."
He clearly thinks this sentence is funny.
It is not recommendable to ask him why.
"I was left with this."
As if that explains absolutely everything.
Henry's eyes drift from face to face as the information about this Mysterious Jug is trickled down to him. This isn't...something he expected of Scar. But he's not going to complain!
"Haha, wow...where did you get it?"
He stands and drifts closer. He's tired after taking so many weird prom photos and competing with those booths. He wants a drink!
"Haha, wow...where did you get it?"
He stands and drifts closer. He's tired after taking so many weird prom photos and competing with those booths. He wants a drink!
Scar is half addressing Henry, half intellectually pondering how lovely his ???? looks elaborately draped in sparkly red.
"I went to the liquor store with BJ after..."
This is the first time he's uttered that name to anyone present. His eyes flit to Lust. Several scarcely connected thought processes occur, and it is at this moment that Scar realizes,
"I am intoxicated."
"I went to the liquor store with BJ after..."
This is the first time he's uttered that name to anyone present. His eyes flit to Lust. Several scarcely connected thought processes occur, and it is at this moment that Scar realizes,
"I am intoxicated."
Envy has been listening to the back and forth of questions like someone watching a tennis match, growing more and more intrigued by the second. Scar brought back a tequila and coffee jug? He has a friend named BJ who he goes to the liquor store with?
This is so weird.
He also climbs off of his Heather perch to trail closer after Henry, looking over the Nefarious Potion. He doesn't think it will do anything to him, as a homunculus, but he is curious what on earth it tastes like. It could be fun to social drink with the humans!
"Does it taste okay?"
This is so weird.
He also climbs off of his Heather perch to trail closer after Henry, looking over the Nefarious Potion. He doesn't think it will do anything to him, as a homunculus, but he is curious what on earth it tastes like. It could be fun to social drink with the humans!
"Does it taste okay?"
Henry's brows slowly drift upward. Memories of college flood back to him.
"I think you may have saved the day."
"I think you may have saved the day."
They are all learning so much about Scar's previously-thought-nonexistent capacity for nonsense tonight.
Once she's no longer weighed down by Envy the lapcat, she slowly rocks into a sitting position, still eying the sloshing jug. It looks vile. But it also looks like exactly the cap-off that this terminally-high-school prom needed.
"... Well, fuck it. We ball."
Where's the red solo cups at.
Once she's no longer weighed down by Envy the lapcat, she slowly rocks into a sitting position, still eying the sloshing jug. It looks vile. But it also looks like exactly the cap-off that this terminally-high-school prom needed.
"... Well, fuck it. We ball."
Where's the red solo cups at.
Ohhhhh...
[Heather's photoshopping skills have been honed exclusively for evil. This is not a job for her. BUT SHE WILL HELP ANYWAY. Because she's a good sister.]
Lemme see.
[Heather's photoshopping skills have been honed exclusively for evil. This is not a job for her. BUT SHE WILL HELP ANYWAY. Because she's a good sister.]
Lemme see.
[ Henry, unaware, passes the Poke'Gear to Heather, aka The Devil. ]
In the meantime, I'm going to grab another drink.
[ And he gets up to do so. ]
In the meantime, I'm going to grab another drink.
[ And he gets up to do so. ]
Oh. Hm. Scar's first instinct, upon noticing that something is Incorrect with the situation, is to look to his confidante in death, the light of his life from beyond two graves, the unholy keeper of everything that might still be called sacred, and murmur with the seriousness of a heart attack:
"I didn't purchase cups..."
As if Lust is somehow more likely to have an answer to this conundrum.
"I didn't purchase cups..."
As if Lust is somehow more likely to have an answer to this conundrum.
[Envy has sucked down five (5) cups of The Bad Soup in record time.]
[After all, it won't do anything to him!]
[And now he wants. To go over and find out what Heather and Henry are up to.]
I wanna seeewoah!
[He'd taken a few steps towards the couch from where he'd been leaning on the kitchen counter before grabbing out at Henry's arm for balance, swaying in place. THAT'S...not supposed to be happening!]
[???????]
[After all, it won't do anything to him!]
[And now he wants. To go over and find out what Heather and Henry are up to.]
I wanna seeewoah!
[He'd taken a few steps towards the couch from where he'd been leaning on the kitchen counter before grabbing out at Henry's arm for balance, swaying in place. THAT'S...not supposed to be happening!]
[???????]
[Scar's head has been in Lust's lap for at least fifteen minutes. The general energy is like. You know? He doesn't even bother to look away when he speaks up for the first time in these fifteen minutes:]
Seewoah is not a word, Envy.
Seewoah is not a word, Envy.
[ In turn, Henry wobbles. He's been sitting hunched over for a while staring at that stupid photo so he's already a little disoriented being upright. Envy grabbing onto him causes him to flail an arm and grab onto Envy. ]
Envy!
[ They're standing so close together, it's impossible to get elbow room. ONE of them is going to fall if something isn't done quickly! ]
Envy!
[ They're standing so close together, it's impossible to get elbow room. ONE of them is going to fall if something isn't done quickly! ]
I know it's not a--!
[Unfortunately for them, between Henry being much taller, him already being off balance, and being distracted at exactly the right moment?]
[Yeah Envy is falling over with a yelp. He's also not letting go of Henry's arm.]
[Unfortunately for them, between Henry being much taller, him already being off balance, and being distracted at exactly the right moment?]
[Yeah Envy is falling over with a yelp. He's also not letting go of Henry's arm.]
Edited 2024-07-11 06:07 (UTC)
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