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ANON POST PARTY

ANON POST PARTY

HOW THIS WORKS

This is not an anti-anon post party. It's just a party taking place at the same time as the anonymous post.

You don't need to surrender your journal to attend.

It's taking place at Azurcrest.

If you do want to surrender your journal, however, there's a trunk that Cecil Honeychurch, Ravinder Dhaliwal and Diego Morales have enchanted to only open for the three of them when they're all present. At the beginning of the party, you can give them your journals and they'll leave them locked up for the night. Diego says the only downside is that if one of the three of them dies, you'll never get your journal back. It's unclear if he's joking or not.

The party starts at sunset, just as the anonymous writer is expected to appear. It'll go until the anon post dies down, around 1 or 2 AM.

As this is taking place at a campground, if you plan on drinking or smoking, you need to be covert about it. There will be a Naughty Children section of the party where you can sneak off to drink. If you don't get shit faced and wander into the main party area, you'll be fine.

Kissing games are self-serve. Post your character under the header, and reply to the people your character "randomly" kissed.

» BEFORE THE PARTY: Students are antsy, as Saturday has been a long day of nothing, which will be immediately followed by a lot of excitement. A party, the anon post, and tomorrow the game!

» OPTIONAL JOURNAL LOCKUP: If your character would like to avoid the temptation to look at the anonymous post, reply here letting us know they locked up their journal. There will be no consequences for doing so, except that if you do, you may not reply to the anonymous post with the character in question.

» AROUND THE FIRE: The fire pit has been lit, and there are plenty of benches and blankets around it to sit on. Roast marshmallows, hang out with your friends, listen to music, etc.

» KISSING GAMES: A handful of students gather around an empty beer bottle to partake in Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven. People puzzle for a little over what to use in lieu of a closet, and settle on a tiny clearing off the path, hidden by trees. It's a favorite outdoor makeout spot up at Azurcrest.

» THE CABINS: You can only enter a cabin by invitation.

» NAUGHTY CHILDREN: Some students are dissatisfied by the dry party, and slip off to a little spot behind the senior girls' cabin. It's very secluded, and gives an impressive view of the forest beyond the cliffs. Here you're free to indulge in illegal substances, as long as you're smart about it.

» TRUTH OR SHOT: A game of good old Truth or Shot breaks out in the secret party within a party. A bottle of whiskey is passed around to the people being asked questions, so really it's more "Truth or Swig".

» OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

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Chris doesn't look intimidated. But he does stop to stare down at Rosy. To really stare at her, and take her in. He's looked at her before, obviously, they were dating - that's just what dating people did. But he's looking at her different now. Fully taking her in; just how the light of the bonfire reflects off of her face, the way her hair looks, the way her fake indignation looks on her face. And the words coming out of her mouth. It's just a ... really nice picture. He really likes her, he decides.

It doesn't feel like it, but he probably stares at her way longer than is socially acceptable. Like for a solid two minutes. And then after he's had his very important internal dialogue, he realizes that he's still staring down at her, and decides to stop, but then forgets about that decision, so he keeps staring at her. "Want a smore?" He asks, which is much more helpful than just staring, at least.

Rosy looks back up at Chris. Who is just... staring at her. For a weirdly long time. And just keeps staring. She finally reaches out and slowly pulls her book back out of his hand.

"Is it one of Xavier's mistakes?" she asks.

Chris doesn't fight her for the book. But his eyebrows furrows in confusion because he has no idea what she's talking about. "What does this have to do with the xmen?" He asks, completely serious. "No I made this myself?" His mind just won't let go of how confused he is. Then he extends his hand, smore caught between his thumb and forefinger, to Rosy.

Chris is standing before Rosy in a tshirt and jeans, his hair messed, his tattoo throbbing steadily, calmly on the forearm of the arm he extends to her.

"Is that one of the movies I don't know?" she asks, but, um, no, she's not taking a smore. She's pretty sure Chris' smore making ability right now is about at "take a marshmallow and then... do something else" level. She smiles up at him, setting her recently reclaimed book to the side. "Why don't you... sit down. Are you feeling okay?"

Rosy wasn't even wrong. But next level for Chris isn't nearly as inventive as it is for Zav. He just added some mnms and these pistachios he found. But you know what? Rosy has a really nice smile. It like lights up her face. She should really smile more; why doesn't she? Is it because she's sad all the time, or is just like him - that she just doesn't have a smiley disposition. He doesn't wanna tell her she should smile more, because that's none of his business how much she smiles. But is it because he doesn't give her enough reason to smile usually?

No that's stupid. Stop making this about yourself. Just fucking appreciate the smile, damn.

He obediently sits down beside her. Then he reaches to take her hand, but he's still holding the smore, so he pauses to eat the smore, and then reaches for her hand. That pistachio addition was a really good idea, he considers, while he chews. "I'm good. I was thinking. I like you. Like, I like all of you. I'm glad you agreed to be not casual with me. That was a really good smore," he adds, just as sincerely. "When I see you, I feel better. Just by seeing you," he continues, as if he hadn't just paused to compliment his own smore in the middle of this very serious talk. "That's what I was thinking when I was looking at you. It was some deep shit."

Rosy suppresses a smile at his rambling, her innate aversion to displaying her emotions preventing even genuine affection from completely breaking down that wall. The twist in her stomach when he grabs her hand with his sticky smore-eating hand is hard to convey, and her best move is to squeeze his hand and lean her shoulder into him.

"We're not still calling it 'not casual' are we?" she asks, glancing at him in the half light. She was pretty sure he had chocolate on his face. "Or have you not reached that level of 'deep shit yet?"

Chris squeezes Rosy's hand back. "No, no we're not," Chris says earnestly. "We're fucking dating. That's what we're calling it. You're my girlfriend. It's really official like." And then he notices that he's got some chocolate on the back of his hand. Without unlatching their hands, he brings their joined hands to his mouth to lick the chocolate off without second guessing it. It's some good chocolate. "I only called it not casual to coax you into admitting you like me so I could admit you like me, it was a very mature turn of events, I feel."

Rosy rolls her eyes, just as much at his statement as it was at him licking his own hand like a cat grooming itself. "You make it sound like I was some wounded animal you needed to lure in," she says, shaking her head and nudging him lightly with her elbow. "And not like you were too scared to go first."

Chris grins, and nudges Rosy gently back with his elbow. "I was terrified," Chris acknowledges with a casual self awareness that he's only capable of because of his intoxicated state. "Still kinda am," he adds, just as rationally as his first admission. "But it's different." Chris turns Rosy's hand over in his. It's a nice hand. "Before, I was scared of you fucking me up if I went first. Now I'm scared of me fucking you up if I go first." He pauses for a moment, clearly to think through what he's in the process of saying. "It's a pretty fucking consistent set up we got going on here."

"I don't even know what you're saying," Rosy replies as Chris studies her hand. She has green nail polish on, is he fascinated by that or something? Or is he just being weird and stoned (a not terribly uncommon description for Christopher Park)? She puts her other hand on his knee, trying to keep his attention from wandering and forgetting where he is. She half expected him to fuck off like a stray cat at any moment if he didn't have a mildly inconvenient physical barrier keeping him in his seat. "Go first for what? And like I'd let you fuck me up anyway."

Rosy's hand on his knee does drag his gaze back up to hers. He isn't gonna wander off just yet. Rosy is like a magnet at the center of his world right now. He feels drawn to her. His attention doesn't wander much from her. But he's always been independent. He doesn't feel attached or clingy to much. Of course that translates to dating someone. Dependence is something you grow over night. He's not sure it's something he'd want to grow over night - it's probably why he's attracted to Rosy, instead of Levi. She's independent. Levi never was. But that independence is also fucking him up. Because by now, Levi would've needed confirmation about this shit, and Chris doesn't even know if Rosy does. He doesn't know if this is what she wants, or if she's just cool with doing that weird dance around their own emotions they're already doing.

"I've been a dick," he tells her. "I've been fucking you over this entire relationship. We've been dating for four months now. And every time something has to happen, you're the one compromising and forced to do new things out of your comfort zone. Everything with you in this relationship has been a first, and I've gotten to sit here, comfortable as fuck, because I've already done all this and I know what the fuck to expect. I even forced you to admit that you like me first, like I've never told anybody I like them before. And it's shitty. I love you," he says bluntly, with absolutely no preamble or real lead up.

"And I loved you yesterday, and probably for weeks, and I've known it. And I've been sitting on it for a while. I know you smelt me in your love potion tea back in November and I sat on that too. Because I was a pussy and didn't want to be vulnerable about shit, and admitting that you love someone in fucking high school feels pretty fucking vulnerable but I'm high so like I give a shit. Probably will tomorrow, but that's sober me's problem, and fuck that guy. He's a fucking pussy too. So I fucking love you, alright? And you don't gotta say it back. That's not what this is about. I just want you to know, bar nothing, I love you. And you're the only person I've ever loved like this. You're the first."

Edited (i had more thoughts /// sorry for calling you clingy, levi) 2017-04-26 05:37 (UTC)

Rosy doesn't have a response ready for that. There were a couple less than kind ones that came to mind immediately ("Wouldn't it be nice if you could say things like that sober?" and "Did it really take you four months to realize you're a dick?"), but even she was self-aware enough to know how hypocritical that would be. She presses her lips together, grinding her back teeth together in thought and attempts at stalling.

But she needs a lot more than a few seconds of stalling. Rosy can count on one hand the number of times she's told anyone she loves them in the last year, and all three times it was one of her brothers. She doesn't not love this asshole sitting next to her, sticky with smores, but even with him spilling his feelings all over her Rosy finds it difficult to get the words out. Because, like Chris, she's kind of selfish and kind of a dick, and fear of vulnerability runs very, very deep.

So instead of saying anything, Rosy lays her head on Chris' shoulder, squeezing his knee with the hand resting there, and hopes that will be enough for now.

Chris has never been hypersensitive a day in his life. He's never second guessed himself as much as he has in his relationship with Rosy. But this is enough for him, because he doesn't regret it. He doesn't need Rosy to validate it by saying it back to him. The whole point of this is to not pressure her into compromising something she doesn't want to right now.

He drops his head down to touch his cheek to the top of Rosy's head, and lets them sit in silence for a minute. But then his mind does wander for half a second. And so he says, "I appreciate that you aren't running away though." He snorts, laughing at himself. "Because that... I deserved to get dragged on that anonymous post. That was bullshit. You should've fucking punched me."

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