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lake party invite + mingle (open)

Who: any and everyone!
Where: the lake and nearby!
When: right now! (july 7th, afternoon)
What: motha 👏 fuckin 👏 lake 👏 party
Warnings: Language (!!!) for now, will be added as needed!

[no, this is not a joke and yes, it's an actual invite to a party over the network from the username: cock.licking.idiot (and no, that's not a joke, either).

those who decide that they'd rather not be square will arrive at some unspecified patch of lake shore (thanks, klaus) at a similarly unspecified time (good work, asshat) to discover that something resembling a slapdash but heartfelt lake party along the northern waterfront. a couple of tables have been dragged out of nearby cabins and now hold a probably inadvisable quantity of foods, at least half of which don't belong at a party by any means. is this what rationing looks like? this is definitely what rationing looks like. there's also an alcohol table, filled pretty sparsely early on in the party but gathering bottles and cans throughout the day. (word of mod says feel free to wing it on what kind of alcohol we have!).

a number of chairs sit in a wobbly line in the stone-filled waterfront sand, most of them not meant for beachgoing but nearly all of them able to recline. about fifty feet down the beach seems to be the splash zone, where all water horseplay exists well out of range of splashing those sitting in beachside chairs. some people dive or cannonball off the mostly-sturdy pier, while others seem to be batting around a-... is that a beach ball they have? no, it seems to be a balloon that says "get well soon". how fitting. please, someone bring them a fucking beach ball.

(this is a mingle! go ahead and make top-levels or tag into other people's.)]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

A. At the tables

[ While Rhys might be kind of useless when it comes to survival, at least when it comes to some things, living on Pandora and rebuilding Atlas and Promethia and then fighting his worst corporate war has taught him a thing or two. And he has definitely taken stock of the food found at least in his cabin and thought about the lack of other inhabitants as well as hosts that seem invested in their well-being and, well … Not that he's opposed to throwing a party in unfavorable situations and it seems like an as good opportunity as any to get to know each other, he can't help but think that a refreshments table is a questionable idea.

That's why, rather than take anything, he's staring at the table with a thoughtful frown, arms crossed. ]

How much food do we have?

[ No, he's not really talking to anyone in particular, but if you happen to overhear him … Thoughts? ]

B. At the lake

[ They're calling it a beach party? He's barely gone a few steps within the lakeshore since they arrived, because he's already decided that he trusts nothing around here. Especially considering the state of the cabins and the scarce information they've received. And he thought Asgard was suspicious.

Since they're here now, though, and he's not alone, he's taking the opportunity to actually walk over to the water's edge and stare into the depths. Or try to. Not like he could actually see much from here. Also, if anyone happens to be in the water, he'll be squinting at them too. ]

Wouldn't be surprised if some monster would burst out of the surface and swallow us whole.

[ What do you mean it's just a lake? Nothing is certain. If a giant dragon can crawl out of the earth, a huge fish with sharp teeth can swim out of a lake. ]

C. Wildcard

( he may not have noticed lalli step up beside him, quiet as the scout tends to be, but here he is, humming a vague dissent. a pause, then - )

Would've eaten Namine, if there were. ( she was easy prey, for at least fifteen minutes. ) She woke up on a sinking boat.

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Maybe it just wasn't hungry. Ever think about that?

[ Come on, Lalli. You're a smart man. Why would the monster eat anyone if it wasn't hungry? Duh. ]

Monsters are always hungry. ( especially monsters that live in a lake with no discernible fish and no swimmers or boaters to eat until a few days ago. the beasts and trolls that he knows can go years and years without any source of sustenance, but that only means that the first one in range that much more of a target. )

[ He opens his mouth to argue against it, but he's lived on Pandora, and skags and ranks and all that shit are definitely always hungry. So he decides to not even bullshit about that, and just sighs. ]

I wish I could say that's wrong.

[ A pause. ]

No, wait, scratch that. I prefer if you're right and there's no monster in the lake.

I am. ( all logic aside, he's confident for gut-feeling reasons that the lake is currently empty of anything of the monster variety. ) Could probably feel it, if there were. ( leave it to lalli and rhys to stand here at a party worrying (or deciding not to worry) about waterborne monsters. )

Uh-huh.

[ Sure. Whatever you say. ]

At least now I know who to blame if someone gets eaten.

Yep.

( it may have been sarcasm, but that's precisely how lalli already sees it so. there's that. )

...

[ Well. ]

Soooo. What's your initial thoughts about this place? And the 'Technicians'?

( that earns a bit of a silence, brows knitting slightly in consideration. then, )

You'd think the people who want us to suffer would also want us to be scared of death.

( that's the thing that stands out to him, the way they reassured everyone not to worry because you'll come right back if you die. it's just a few lines from where they said everyone was here to suffer. )

Wonder what's coming, if death isn't the part to be afraid of.

I can think of a lot of things that would be at least equally as scary.

[ Sure, dying is ... unpleasant even when painless and instant, at least when you're revived and can sort of remember dying. He also wouldn't choose death if he had the option, because he's kind of enjoying the whole living thing. But the eridium poisoning that the bandits on Pandora have, and the idea of having his body forced open to fit a robot skeleton in it, well. Both of those are definitely horrifying. ]

Things they might control? ( maybe he underestimates these technicians, even as wary as he is - because he, too, can think of many fates worse than death, but he can't imagine any of those things being able to be... weaponized, for lack of a better word. )

We don't know what they can control.

[ So, yeah, he puts his money on Lalli underestimating the Technicians. ]

[yes, rhys, it's a beach party. klaus worked with what he had and then prayed everyone else would do their part with food and drinks. maybe entertainment too, although balloons are bouncing around somewhere. (poor excuses for beachballs!!!)

klaus had considered creeping up behind rhys, scooping him off his feet and tossing him straight into the lake— but then he'd remembered the cybernetic arm, wondered if the water would ruin it and decided perhaps it wasn't the best idea. so, instead of that, he's sidling up beside his friend, lowering his unoccupied arm to nudge his elbow against rhys's shoulder.]

Do you immediately have to roll up in here and ruin the damn party? Come on, man, lighten up a little.

[ K...laus, have you ever heard of showers or rain. Of course it's waterproof.

He starts a little at the nudge, even if he heard Klaus approach, but doesn't react otherwise before he turns his head to give him a blank look. ]

Some party if that's enough to ruin it.

[good to know since they'll prrrobably end up in the water anyway, depending on how shitfaced klaus gets. he's already got a steady buzz going and the drink in his cup is mostly vodka with a splash of orange juice.

he cocks an eyebrow at the look, tilts his head then rolls his eyes.]

All it takes is one person to rain on the parade, you know? Nobody's drowned— [yet!] —so try to have fun!

[ Glaaances down at the cup in Klaus's. ]

Do you mean 'get drunk'?

[he peers down at it as well, considers, half-smirks then offers it to rhys.]

Yes, that's exactly what I mean.

[ He shakes his head fondly, and takes the glass. ]

Who could've known.

What else do you do at a party?

[with the newly freed hand, he reaches into his pocket, extracts a small flask and uncaps it.] Might as well enjoy it before we're all dead or suffering.

That's why you threw this? A last hurrah for everyone? That's grim.

No, idiot, I threw this so people wouldn't think about the last hurrah. [get with the program, rhys!]

[ He chuckles quietly like he's soooo pleased with himself. Klaus is cute when he's indignant. ]

Oh, right, yeah. Guess I can get behind that.

[ Which he punctuates by taking a mouthful of this drink.

Even the creepy and fucked up experimentation world has better alcohol than Pandora. How rude. ]

[yeah, guess who's blowing a raspberry at him like a five year old? this ridiculous manchild.]

Now, that's the spirit!

[which might've ordinarily been coupled with a clap on the back but since rhys is drinking, klaus just nudges his elbow then makes his way back to the refreshment table to hunt down more alcohol— oh, and he's fully expecting rhys to just follow (if he likes).]

[ He will indeed follow. More than happy to get away from the water for now tbh. It still makes him uneasy (but that will probably pass with more drink in him. ]

Maybe, if we're lucky, we won't even die,

Rhys // OTA

b, me again, have this garbage tag-in

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