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ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARTY

ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARTY

It's St. Patrick's Day, and everyone's Irish tonight!

Just like last year, the Grotto has been decorated with crude but brilliantly colored green sparkling charms, making the still-bare trees around the clearing light up with emerald and gold lights. The crowning achievement is a beautiful glowing rainbow that passes right over the fire. The "pot of gold" at the end of this particular rainbow is where an exceptionally generous accumulation of alcohol is being kept.

Heathcliff Lacey managed to get the Grotto to basically explode with mounds of bright green clovers. The clovers are soft and comfortable to lie on and enjoy a drink. [Character B] finds a four leafed one amongst the bunch!

Atop a stump rests the crown for the new King/Queen of St. Patrick's Day: a crown of silver laurels in the Roman style. Hopefully this won't be bad luck in the Hunger Games. It was created by Ennis Harper just for the occasion. At the end of the night, Casey Patterson, the previous king, is supposed to crown the new king.

There are bright green shamrock pins you can take from a basket by the fire. These indicate that your character agrees to the annual kissing competition. The pins track how many different people gave your character a smooch (hands and cheeks count), and at the end of the night, the person who got the most kisses can demand a kiss from any party guest! (Assuming OOC consent is given.)

As always, there's a movie being screened, and this time it's the questionable "horror"/"comedy", Leprechaun. It is, unfortunately, neither horrifying or funny, except in its abject failure to be either.

RULES

The party starts at 7:30, and runs until 10:00. The prefects are still strictly enforcing curfew.

It's warm out now! These terrible children can put fashion over function once again. (Anon was kind enough to intervene, and while there's snow on campus, it looks like May in the Grotto.)

Speaking of: you should consider wearing green, or you might get pinched.

The King/Queen of St. Patrick's Day will be announced Sunday at noon, Mountain Time. This will hopefully give everyone a chance to play, but will allow your characters to react to the winner in a timely fashion.

Tomorrow there will be a mini follow-up IC/OOC, popularly called the St. Patrick's Day Pity Party. It's tradition that the next day, everyone who drank too much gathers around the fields of Coppertale to recover and whine about their hangovers.

Regarding the Hunger Games: you may not kill anyone in the Grotto or along the secret trails leading to it.

If you signed your character up for either Spin The Bottle or Seven Minutes In Heaven, find their partners below:

Evangeline Bagman STB #1: Marie STB #2: Danny 7MIH: Georgie	Phineas Bones STB #1: Georgie STB #2: Avery	Jaime Castillo 7MIH: Kenzie/Ulysses	Liberty Chan STB #1: Carolina STB #2: Riley 7MIH: Ruby
Eileen Coffin STB #1: Riley STB #2: Madison	Juniper Crane STB #1: Salem STB #2: Chad 7MIH: Carolina	Avery Davenport STB #1: January STB #2: Phin 7MIH: Danny	Sofia Delgado STB #1: Madison STB #2: January
Dinah Dixon STB #1: Hazel STB #2: Pandora 7MIH: Chad	Carolina Foster-Hayes STB #1: Liberty STB #2: Archie 7MIH: Juniper	London Holloway STB #1: Tuesday STB #2: Salem 7MIH: Ana	Paris Holloway STB #1: Chad STB #2: Marie
Madison Ives STB #1: Sofia STB #2: Eileen 7MIH: January	January James STB #1: Avery STB #2: Sofia 7MIH: Madison	Hazel Keating STB #1: Dinah STB #2: Nisha 7MIH: Jonah	Pandora Lacey STB #1: Nisha STB #2: Dinah 7MIH: Grace
Nisha Lewis STB #1: Pandora STB #2: Hazel 7MIH: Archie	Georgiana Mills STB #1: Phin STB #2: Ruby 7MIH: Eve	Ophelia Noggins STB #1: Ruby STB #2: Grace 7MIH: Riley	Tuesday North STB #1: London STB #2: Ana 7MIH: Marie
Daniel Notoriano STB #1: Ana STB #2: Eve 7MIH: Avery	Ruby Oberholtzer STB #1: Ophelia STB #2: Georgie 7MIH: Liberty	Marie Patterson STB #1: Eve STB #2: Paris 7MIH: Tuesday	Jonah Pitchford STB #1: Grace STB #2: Karen 7MIH: Hazel
Mackenzie Prince 7MIH: Jaime/Ulysses Ulysses Quayle 7MIH: Jaime/Kenzie	Archimedes Rose STB #1: Karen STB #2: Carolina 7MIH: Nisha	Grace Sowerberry STB #1: Jonah STB #2: Ophelia 7MIH: Pandora	Riley Stamper STB #1: Eileen STB #2: Liberty 7MIH: Ophelia
Susana Velasquez STB #1: Danny STB #2: Tuesday 7MIH: London	Salem Wagonblast STB #1: Juniper STB #2: London 7MIH: Karen	Chad Winterbottom STB #1: Paris STB #2: Juniper 7MIH: Dinah	Karen Zabinsky STB #1: Archie STB #2: Jonah 7MIH: Salem

RULES

Teen peer pressure (and player sadism) aside, no one is obligated to do anything they don't want to. Characters doing Seven Minutes In Heaven can spend the time just talking or staring awkwardly at each other, and characters playing Spin The Bottle can opt out of a kiss (although people will probably boo).

If characters get up to anything more racy than PG-13, please fade to black on that! This includes sexually explicit conversations. Many people track IC/OOC posts, so please have consideration for your fellow players. Talking about sex is fine (and part of the flavour of a teen game), but there's no need to get into detailed descriptions of anatomy or sex acts.

If you'd like to say two characters were partners in STB or 7MIH in addition to what's been rolled, go ahead! Obviously, get the permission of all involved characters first.

» Before the Party: The St. Patrick's Day celebration is always a big one, even compared to other Grotto parties! Prep your outfits, grab your friends, and maybe hold off on pregaming if you want to show the school how much alcohol you can consume in one sitting.

» Around the Fire: The large bonfire is warm and romantic. Pull up a log and grab a blanket, make some s'mores, or dance to the party music. There's a karaoke setup for anyone who feels bold enough to sing along. If you don't care for music, there's beer and soda in the ice chests, along with bins for empty bottles and cans. Don't litter. This isn't your home. Some bold students are even doing body shots as the temperature is continuing to rise, and lifting your shirt is no longer going to result in freezing to death.

» MOVIE SCREENING: LEPRECHAUN: Students sit around to watch the classically bad horror-comedy, Leprechaun. Micah will readily defend the quality of his choice.

» Drinking Competition: At the end of the night, the heartiest drinker will be named King or Queen of St. Patrick's Day. There's a crown on the line, and the winner will be carried back to their cabin by the remaining drunken survivors at the end of the night. (Yes, they'll probably be dropped at least once.) People who participated in the drinking games (and anyone else who wants to play along) are expected to refer to them as "Your Highness" for the next week and bow when they enter the room.

There are drinking games taking place all over the party, in addition to just regular old drinking without a game involved at all. Gooseberry's on the lookout for the heartiest drinker this year!

Start a thread for your character under this comment and fill out the form below to be part of the competition.

Each time you comment to your thread with the form, you will get a roll to add to your character's drinking score. You may request up to three rolls in one comment.

The goal is to get as close to 200 as you can without going over. After you go over 200, your character either passes out, vomits, or is simply too unwell to continue. They're effectively disqualified.

In the case of a tie at the end of the night, we'll roll a tiebreaker.

As your score increases, we'll inform you how drunk your character is becoming.

Special Austin Rule: Because Austin McNamara opted to take his Felix Felicis today, he'll get two saving graces. This means that if he's about to go over 200, the mods will reroll until he doesn't. We'll do this twice, and after that he's on his own.

There's an option to indicate your character has low alcohol tolerance. This means that every roll gets a +5 modifier. Your character will get drunker faster, but they're more likely to go over 200.

» Other Games:

Pinching: Did your character forget to wear green? If so, comment here, and other character may come along and give your character a pinch.

Kiss me, I'm (pretending to be) Irish: Those shamrock pins being offered around the fire? They're a cue that you're open to receiving random pecks from strangers. These are assumed to be cute platonic kisses, not mouth kisses. If your character is participating, comment here for drive by smooches. Your character's pin will then magically keep track of how many times they're kissed. The character that receives the most kisses by midnight can request a kiss from any party attendant! (You must receive OOC permission, and the type of kiss is chosen by the person your character selected. The winner will be announced at the same time as the king/queen, both IC and OOC, and the kiss will take place in front of the crowd of revellers.)

» Inside the Building: This may be where the kissing games are taking place, but there's still some room to just snuggle and chat. It's warmer than outside, at least!

» Kissing Games:

Spin The Bottle: Everyone sits in a circle and takes turns spinning the bottle to find their partner. Anyone who squeezes in (or happens to be accidentally standing behind a gap in the circle) gets a shot at a kiss. People can leave and enter the game at any time. Participants will be encouraged by their drunken classmates to kiss on the mouth.

Seven Minutes in Heaven: "Heaven" is a narrow, closet-sized room adjacent to the main party, and is dark except for some cracks of light from the doorway. There's now a proper wooden door on the closet, and people will magically lock it behind you for 7 minutes. You can use your wand to get more light, but really, you two should be making out.

» The Woods: The prefects probably won't let you wander too far in, but why would you want to anyway?

» After the Party: At midnight, prefects will be clearing the party and guiding everyone home. Don't walk back alone! Anyone left at 12:30 AM when the second wave of prefects hits the Grotto will be written up for punishment. As it's St. Patrick's day, the prefects might be anticipating more passed out classmates than normal.

» OOC - QUESTIONS/DISCUSSION

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As usual, Ramon isn't hitting it too hard despite it being St. Patrick's Day. He's been wandering the party, in the process people-watching, occasionally chatting, and just generally enjoying the atmosphere. He's only on his second drink of the night, and seems pretty content to settle himself inside and sip at his cocktail for the moment. He listens to the ruckus from the adjacent kissing games with mild interest.

St. Patrick's Day is probably the worst time to be on sober prefect duty, but here JD is anyway. She hasn't even had one drink, and the rest of her classmates are... several in. She's been hovering around the circle of people playing Spin the Bottle, vaguely considering just biting the bullet and getting her first kiss problem out of the way once and for all. But without alcohol that seems unlikely to happen.

Ophelia is in here too, and after milling around awkwardly for a second, JD decides to approach her. They are friends, after all, and if anything's weird between them it's because she's making it that way. She's already messed up enough this month. She can be normal for fifteen minutes.

"Hey," she says as she scoots her way up to Ophelia through the crowded building. "Having fun?"

Ophelia's drunk, so she can't even pretend her heart doesn't skip a beat when she sees JD's glowing face. This is where JD looks most at home. Not the Grotto, per se, but out in the wilderness. The shabby bricks are a paper thin wall between them and the expanse of trees. It's loud and crowded, but still makes Ophelia think of quieter hikes and letting her hand brush JD's arm.

She pulls her knees up to her chest and flashes what she hopes is a brilliant smile, but she can't hold back the bark of high pitched laughter at merely being asked a question. Ophelia pats the ground next to her, please, please, come sit. "Sooooooo much fun." Ophelia's tendency to drag out syllables isn't helped by booze. "Better now that I've found you!" Technically, it was JD who found Ophelia. "You look totally sober, though, Jay-Deeeee."

JD settles down on the ground next to her, although she's clearly more uncomfortable than Ophelia is - whether that's because she's sitting on the cold ground or just inches away from Ophelia isn't clear. But it's definitely because she hasn't had enough to drink.

That's probably a bad impulse to have. JD tries to ignore it.

"I am totally sober," she says, biting down a smile. Ophelia's a cute drunk, if a messy one. "I'm on duty."

"Boooo. You're aaaaalways on duty. Responsibility this, where are all my roommates that. Pssh." Ophelia was never up for prefect for a reason. Sure, she excelled (in her humble opinion) at leading Outdoor Exploration, but prefects could never turn it off. They worried so much, and Ophelia didn't need anyone to worry about her. Maybe that's why she pushes her mostly-full drink towards JD's hands.

"Here. One drink." She then takes a moment to twist the cup in her fingers so JD can see the clear lipstick print she left on the rim. "Give me an indirect kiss to make up for the one you shorted me."

JD's about to decline, because she really is on duty and she's really not supposed to be drinking, but there's something about equating this situation to the time she snubbed Ophelia in spin the bottle that makes her reconsider. She doesn't want to hurt Ophelia's feelings again. And a mouthful of alcohol is definitely going to help with this pang of mortification she's feeling, anyway.

So she doesn't think about it too much and just takes a gulp.

Mistake. Mistake, because alcohol is gross, and she splutters a little bit as she tries to swallow it.

"What, uh," she says between coughs, handing Ophelia's cup back to her. "What are you drinking?"

Ophelia's laughing too hard to take her cup back immediately, with her face scrunched up in obvious glee. "You're such a baby," she squeals delightedly, finally relieving JD of the drink. Even as the laughter subsides she's still smiling at JD with huge, pink cheeks.

"So tough until you have to have some—" She stops and looks into her cup, squinting. "Way too much vodka, not enough shitty juice." She immediately takes a drink of her own, pressing her lips right where JD's landed.

"You're pretty drunk, huh?" she says, because Ophelia's clearly flushed and drunk and even JD feels a little immediately tipsy just for having taken a mouthful of her drink. She's not trying to be judgmental or anything, but - she's on duty, she can't help but worrying about her friends.

Edited (MY DM HAS HAD ME ON THE PHONE FOR 3 HOURS KILL ME) 2018-03-19 02:41 (UTC)

Iliya leans against the wall outside the stone building, nursing a Solo cup full of juice and vodka. He'd left a warded message in his journal telling Cameron to meet him here after he's done with the drinking competition, and only now does it occur to him that maybe Cameron wouldn't even see it? They're in the Grotto after dark, and he'll be very drunk... Should Iliya go find him? Should he stay put, in case Cameron is already seeking him out? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He paces indecisively for a minute, then sets down his Solo cup and steps away from the Grotto building—just in time to see a very tall boy only a short distance away. "There you are." Iliya rushes to Cameron's side, but stops just short of getting into his personal space. "You are still standing?"

"Still standin'! Did'ja doubt me?" Cameron says, his voice a lazy southern drawl that gets thicker with alcohol, and boy, has he had a lot.

Sober Cameron does his best to respect personal space to the degree people are comfortable with, but drunk Cameron is particularly gregarious, affectionate, and impulsive. He doesn't hesitate to close the gap Iliya left between them, wrap an arm around his waist, and pull him close. "Don't reckon I won, though. Gotta go for the next crown."

"Ah—" Iliya is surprised when Cameron grabs him—he never has before, not like this—but there's only the briefest moment of resistance before he slides an arm up Cameron's arm, to touch his shoulder. "Not so much. There is a lot of you to soak up all that alcohol."

He's self-conscious about how public this is, but the sun has long since set, and if he focuses carefully, he can convince himself that no one's looking at him except Cameron. No one else cares. Iliya exhales. "Which crown is that?"

"True. Still, lotta alcohol, though," he responds. He's still constantly in motion, but tonight it's a loose-limbed swaying, side to side, that Iliya now has to join in too.

"Mmm. Which crown's next?" he says, trying to think through the possibilities, but finding it difficult. He tilts his head forward, nuzzling his face into Iliya's hair. It doesn't help him think, but it's still nice. "Prom?"

Cameron's swaying makes it feel a little like they're dancing. A little. After a moment, Iliya places his other hand on Cameron's hip, to try to steady him. That feels... forward, and doesn't really work. Iliya keeps his hand where it is, though.

"I will vote for you," he promises. Iliya's quiet for a second, still too sober to not be entangled by his own thoughts. "Maybe... I could offer a consolation prize?"

With Iliya's hand on his hip, Cameron seems to consciously notice the swaying for the first time. Rather than stop, he commits to dancing. Cameron adjusts his stance and sways with rhythm and purpose, the hand splayed at the small of Iliya's back holding him close. Someone is singing karaoke to "Hooked On A Feeling" on the distance, and even though it isn't the best slow dance song, Cameron can work with it all the same.

"And make Uly cry?" he teases. The promise of a consolation prize makes him look up, eyes bright if a bit unfocused. "Consolation prize? I like prizes. What is it?

"He would cry if he won," Iliya says flatly. He hadn't voted for Ulysses last year either, as much as he knew Kenzie would've wanted to see her boyfriend as her prince. Call it a minor betrayal.

It takes a moment too long for Iliya to realize what Cameron is doing, as he's turned 180 degrees in a slow dance shuffle. Iliya tsks at this, but there's a smile on his lips as he looks up at Cameron. "Come into the kissing closet and I will show you." This would be Iliya's cue to pull him into the building, but instead he laces his fingers behind Cameron's neck, not stopping him from dancing.

Cameron just flashes a silly grin as Iliya tsks at him, keeping up the slow dance shuffle, animatedly mouthing along as someone starts singing, "I Wanna Dance With Somebody." He hasn't actually participated much in karaoke tonight, because when he tried, he was off key. Even drunk, he wants to maintain the appearance of effortless talent, and when that didn't work, he relinquished the spotlight for the evening.

"Oooh, is that where my prize is?" he teases, pausing their dance. He leans in to press a quick kiss to Iliya's lips, unbothered by being out in the open. "Well, let's go on and find it, I ain't real good at being patient." He releases Iliya with a little wobble, taking his hand to tug him towards the building.

Iliya is grateful that it's dark, because he can feel himself starting to blush. An absurd reaction, given everything that's already happened between them, but Cameron always catches him off-guard with these little kisses and shows of affection. No one in Iliya's family, be they English nor Bulgarian, are the demonstrative type; and he's often at a loss over what to do in response.

Lucky for him that Cameron never seems to mind. Iliya lets him lead the way. Despite his drunkenness, Cameron maintains a certain long-limbed grace, and Iliya likes watching him—at least until the door closes behind them, and all he can see is a tall shadow with ruffled hair.

He grabs Cameron by the front of his shirt, and pulls him in for a firm kiss. "I lied," Iliya says, sounding pleased. "It is only us in here."

Edited 2018-03-22 05:21 (UTC)

Unlike Iliya, Cameron grew up in a home that was very open with feelings, and he's never been one to hold back displays of affection. He thinks it's cute, then, when he can surprise or even embarrass him a little, though he sometimes worries he's too much for the more reticent boy.

Cameron leads the way into the closet and Iliya closes the door behind them. The sudden dark is disorienting, making his vision swim and his feet feel like he's moving though he isn't. He only has a second to push the hair back out of his eyes before Iliya grabs his shirt, yanking him forward in a way that makes his breath catch. Behind closed doors, it's his turn to surprise Cameron, though it's a pleasant one that he adjusts to gladly.

"Lied? Why, I never," Cameron says when they part, slipping easily into feigned disbelief to play along. "I reckon a kiss ain't a bad consolation prize." They're already close in the confined space of the closet, but he takes a step closer still, resting his hands on Iliya's hips and leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Though, a few more might be better than a crown all together..."

"You are spoiled," Iliya scolds, even as he brushes a kiss against Cameron's cheek. Dating remains terrifyingly new, but when they're alone, Iliya feels more at ease. He might not know what he's doing, and he might question how he could possibly deserve something that makes him feel so lucky; but in the end, it's still just Cameron standing in front of him. His friend.

The next kiss wanders lower, and the one after that lands on Cameron's jaw. "You get one kiss, and you ask for ten." Three more kisses, moving along his jaw to his chin. Iliya's hands bunch in Cameron's shirt. "What would be enough for you?"

Cameron hums approvingly when Iliya kisses his jaw. He tilts his head, accommodating, encouraging as Iliya kisses his way across his face. "Only ten?" he challenges, and even if Iliya can't see it, Cameron's grin can be heard in his voice. When he closes his eyes he feels like he's sinking underwater. It's easy to forget the party and let everything else drift away except the boy in front of him. "Why settle for enough?" He lifts a hand to Iliya's cheek so he can tilt his face up just enough to catch his lips in a kiss.

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ST. PATRICK'S DAY PARTY

INSIDE THE BUILDING

Ramon & Open

JD & Ophelia

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Iliya & Cameron

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