it's the adults' turn to have a sleepover

[37773972]

[And by adult sleepover, we mean Stephen's Brought Out The Wine.

After picking himself up from all the trombones, he's slipped a note under all of the adults' doors - that is, those older than 18 19 (sorry, Nana and Santana)-

My room. 7P. We need to talk about some things without the kids.

-Browning

He's gotten some food, but it's pretty clear that this is more business than pleasure. He's got enough paper for everyone, though, setting up some surfaces to be either used as clipboards or places to write. There's also a makeshift coffee station set up, because of course you have coffee at this kind of thing.

The door is closed, though, and you'll have to knock to enter. He doesn't intend for anyone who's not invited to overhear this, considering the subject matter they'll be discussing.]

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[heathencall]

[Mephisto is here. He is... honestly sprawling across Stephen's bed. Not even asking if it's okay. He also hasn't bothered grabbing any paper, but he did grab his own bottle(s) of wine, instead of mooching off of Stephen's supply.

He spends most of his time laying on his side, looking a little bored.]

Usually these parties involve less clothes. [A sip.] Just a suggestion.

[He is "contributing."]

[37773972]

[Yeah, yeah, take the bed, jackass. To his credit, Stephen does not seem flustered at all]

Usually these meetings take place anywhere but a bedroom.

[heathencall]

Well, that's your fault, isn't it. [Another sip.] How many other locales do we have, anyway?

[37773972]

Where we couldn't be overheard? Not many.

[mcfife]

[Everyone is like at least a decade older than Angus. He wants a better group of people.]

Usually that sort of party is in a larger room designed for comfort.

[heathencall]

[Angus, you're getting a thumbs up. You know what he's about.]

I'm sure we could move a few mattresses around if we truly wanted that.

[37773972]

[Facepalm]

If you want that kind of party, please have it somewhere else.

[mcfife]

I’d rather not.

[He’s sure everyone here is quiet lovely but this is not the most romantic atmosphere.]

[37773972]

[Once everyone's more-or-less-gathered, Stephen's going to pull out some of his notes and clear his throat]

Alright. I figured we should talk seriously about getting out of here, considering the likelihood we're going to be here a while. We can decide what to share with the kids when we're done, but I wanted to have at least a chance to prepare in case we get in to territory they don't need to think about. [AKA; the whole. Killing each other thing.]

I've found out a few things. One- the Phantom thinks whatever this is, isn't the best way to achieve his 'goal', but will achieve it. Which means he'll keep doing it unless we find a way to understand that goal and find a better way, or...get out of here.

Which is a problem, considering we're not on Earth- or there's some sort of tech involved that's messing with the sky. [He may as well spitball, here, in to pure sci-fi territory-] A dome, a hologram projector, a virtual reality, I don't know and I don't know where to begin finding that out, so if anyone else does, please, speak up. All I know for sure is that the star placement doesn't make sense for anywhere in the Milky Way. And the chances of there 'coincidentally' being similar constellations is...pretty damn small.

Other than that...[and his gaze falls on Angus as he takes a breath]...using the term magic here very loosely, and only because it involves something I can't explain...there's something like that definitely at play. The laundry machines, for example, run off nothing. They should be plugged in to power, but they're not.

Also, does anyone have a flask I could get off them? Or something sort of small container for liquids. [beat] I have a reason for it, I promise.

[mcfife]

[Like he said. A Wizard Did It.]

He has a partner, a man. I couldn’t find out what his abilities are, but it’s enough that the Phantom deems useful.

[He holds up his Bifrost Commemoration tumbler, half full of water. This thing that he has carried around for days.] There’s this. Do you need it right now?

[37773972]

Right. The Phantom didn't answer when I asked about it, and I doubt he'll change his mind anytime soon. If I had to guess, he won't give any information he thinks can be used against him.

[He glances at the tumbler, then shakes his head, making a screw-cap motion]

I need something that I can shut tight.

[likemypicture]

How large must it be? I have a bottled beverage of some sort— I could go get it! [She seems so exited about being helpful that she’s already moved to the door]

[mcfife]

...How familiar are you with the tale of the Phantom of the Opera? All I have heard is that he murders people in the theater, but there is no mention of magic or powers. However the machines operate, someone had to set them up.

[superbeliever]

[Richard, by contrast, comes over in his "pajamas" (a pair of tights and a tunic that he found in the costume room, holding some kind of weird... blonde cat thing with an old woman's face and hands.

He has a blueberry bacon pie from the merch booth up for offer, and he takes over the chair in front of the vanity, perched with a glass of wine, seemingly just happy to be there.]

I've never been to a private party before. Are we supposed to play games? Ooh! Somebody braid my hair!

[heathencall]

This isn't a part for hair braiding, you fool. [He grins, all teeth] It is an orgy.

[37773972]

No it isn't!

[superbeliever]

Oh, thank goodness for that. No offense, fellas, but the sausage ratio is a little high, if you know what I mean.

[likemypicture]

Oh, no one warned me!

I’m afraid I’m much better at hair braiding.

[mcfife]

It’s...a bit short for much of a braid. [He isn’t turning down the offer. Braids are manly and stylish, so obviously a king wants to looks his best.] And we’ll need something to tie your hair with.

[superbeliever]

Hmmm... [He thinks about Roberta's pretty red hair, and smiles wistfully to himself before zoning back in.]

What about two braids, tied together in the back?

[His hair is definitely long enough for this.]

Does anybody have any ribbon. Thread? Yarn? Leather ties?

[likemypicture]

[Anne seems to have gotten similar ideas to Richard— she shows up in her nightgown, a long white victorian sort of thing, sans-crown spikes in her hair.]

Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ve arrived!

I was wondering when we were all going to do this sort of thing. I have the room right next door to where the children had their “sleepover”— it was less loud than I suspected, but it seemed so fun! Business first, though!

[superbeliever]

Cous! You made it!

[Assuming he's not getting his hair braided yet, he gets up and spreads his arms in greeting, then bends down to kiss the air next to her cheek.]

We've got one thing the children don't have - [He flares his eyes wide with a grin.] - wine.

[likemypicture]

[She mirrors the gesture, and even gives him another side hug.]

Oh! Wunderbar! I would hate for the children to have that. Much better we take care of it.

[heathencall]

Well met, my lady! [Don't mind the snark from the bed. He's holding up a bottle of wine in greeting at least.]

Would you like some?

[likemypicture]

[She’s well used to snark, and responds to it well, with an extravagant curtsy.]

That depends. Do we have glasses, like civilized people, or are you drinking straight out of the bottle? [She holds a look of judgement for approximately half a second, then dissolves into laughter]

Who am I kidding? I lived alone long enough to not care. Of course I want some!