gooseberryhigh | Anti-Prom 2015

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Anti-Prom 2015

A VERY LEGAL PARTY

Clem's antiprom really only differs from your standard Grotto party in that there are fewer attendees. The woods are quiet and still, and though it's a pleasantly balmy spring evening, there's still a pervasive feeling of loneliness in the air. While she's setting up, a solitary endeavor, she sets aside a stack of homemade cookies in the Grotto building. Do moosemen even eat...? She doesn't know, but it only seems polite.

When her guests arrive, they find the Grotto decked out in intentionally shitty generic decorations, which are thankfully glitter-free. Clem is not an event planner by nature, so this party is mostly shots, with a side of anti-bonding. Please, step into her party tent.

MISCELLANY

DRINKS: Clem brought four bottles of alcohol: bottom-shelf vodka labeled "Water", a nice gold tequila labeled "Apple Juice", a wizard-brand blue liqueur that tastes like... fruit? and is labeled "Gatorade", and a bottle of nice whisky labeled "Whisky" in the same suspicious handwriting as the other three.

SNACKS: Clem baked some more compost cookies, but other snacks will have to be provided by attendees.

THE TENT: Borrowed from Essie, it's one of the magically expanded, cushioned, and heated tents left by Diego Morales. Since there are so few attendees, Clem suggests they all party down inside. It seats six comfortably, but just barely, so if more people end up showing up it'll get cramped. If you want some privacy, there's always the Grotto building?

TWO LIES AND A TRUTH: Instead of two truths and a lie, because these people are all assholes who are good at lying. Present your three facts! Everyone decides which they think is true! Anyone who gets it wrong has to take a shot! Rinse and repeat.

THE ANTI-PROM GAME: As people arrive to the party, Clem sticks a card to their forehead that everyone else can read, but they cannot. Each handwritten card has a profession that you will have to assume is one that Clem thinks is legitimate. You have to guess what your profession is, but you can only ask yes or no questions. The sticking spell Clem used stops people from removing the card from their forehead until they say what's on it word for word.

» THE TENT: It's where the party is happening.

» OUTSIDE: There's the usual campfire, and the Grotto building, if you want to get away from everyone else for a little bit.

» TWO LIES AND A TRUTH: Let's all learn about each other!

» THE ANTI-PROM GAME: Respond here to get your forehead card. I'll post a link to an image with the description. I'm not a cop, so I can't stop you from clicking on it, but the idea is that everyone can look and you don't, so we can kinda play the game IC.

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Look, the tent is great, and god knows Rosy appreciates a warm place to sit, but it's just kind of cramp and Rosy really hates people up in her personal space. She sits on the Grotto steps and sniffs the "whisky" in her hand. It's probably whisky. It smells like whisky. But it could also just be paint thinner.

This is probably way better than Vegas prom, she knows it.

"Wanna probably poison yourself?" Rosy holds the drink out to Danny, who she really thinks had better say yes if he wants this relationship to work.

"Anything to avoid finals week," he deadpans, taking the glass and raising it to his lips, where he pauses. "But, you have to take a drink after me. Because if I die, winning valedictorian by default is not going to be satisfying for you at all so you might as well join me in the afterlife."

One brow ticks up and he grins at Rosy before taking a drink. It tastes...actually pretty good. Then again, Danny's not a liquor guy. Beer is his family's business, after all. So his opinion on this matter, like his opinion on many things, may not be valid.

Still, he doesn't die immediately, so he hands the drink back. "Bottoms up, wabbit."