[a party????] His mates were super arty so I taught em how to PARTY

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[ Anne's been planning this since the very first day she found the roller rink, and she refuses to let some stupid phantom plague ruin her rave.

While the notice technically announces the whole ordeal as starting in the evening on Wednesday, Anne's fashionably early, ever the perfect hostess, glowing sunglasses and ruff at the ready. The lights are dimmed pretty low, but there's glo-tape on just about every surface-- Riley had a lot of glo-tape.

The music's a bumping mix of weird musical EDM songs (though Anne has, on Santana's advice, excluded the Lil Jon and Phantom remix) and music from the early 2010s that Santana has rec'd her. There's also some.... weird techno lute music? Because that's Anne's idea of a jam. If you ask nicely, Anne may even flicker the lightswitch on and off aggressively again, for that fun strobe effect.

There are a few other weird additions. Bowls of ice water and washcloths? Fruit swiped from the kitchen, as if she's urging you people to please defeat scurvy during this party? Tad Cooper, in a lil tube dress and tophat covered in sequins?

Look, the fever thing may have been a little prophetic. But maybe a party actually will be the cure.

Time to GET DOWN.]

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[We're sorry, did you expect this not-dad to boogie? Because he is not. He is, however, partaking of the fruit, and may or may not have brought some teabags as well because God knows he could use it.

He has, however, made an effort to dress up for the occasion; a sequined coat and hat was found with the other costumes and glitters spectacularly with reflected light. Even with that outfit? He still sits off to the side most of the time, seemingly content to watch others dance and (try to) enjoy themselves- and ready in case anyone looks like they're wobbling on their feet.]

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[This is permitted for a while. But about halfway through the party, Anne's tugging on his jacket, trying to pull him to dance.]

You can't just show up wearing that and not dance with me!

[holyspit]

Oh my gosh, that is the best outfit ever. Was there more than one in the costume shop?

cw: auditory and visual hallucinations, anne of cleves, holllllllbeeeeeiiinnnnnn

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[Look, her limbs may ache and she may feel simultaneously freezing, and but no one can stop Anne. She's even committed the greatest sin in her life so far for this party-- Anne of Cleves has repeated an outfit. Not that you can help it when her fur is back in her possession. If you enter during set up, there's a chance you might hear her bickering with someone, though.]

I did too look like I did in my profile pic, K-- [wait. wtf. How can she argue with K. Howard if she's stuck in an opera house, and none of the other queens have ever been here. Anne tries to steady herself with a deep breath.]

[During the party, it's impossible to avoid her, though. She's either cheekily beaming as people enter (or worse, dabbing), getting down on the dance floor (You may see her either swinging her arms wildly and jerking her body around in ridiculous motions, or actually getting down. She seems to be capable of both the worst, and actually good dance moves), or she's laughing at a joke that may or may not have been said. But that's .... just Anne being Anne, right? Nothing wrong with her, right?

Or at least, nothing new? Probably not. Also, she's brought the portrait, which she had found taken off the rules that morning. It's just kindof hanging out in a safe corner of the rink.]

[heathencall]

[Mephisto is here and at least one goblet into his wine. It's probably fine, seeing as how alcohol doesn't affect angels. Probably.]

Ah, Anna, [He sighs, leaning against the rail as he watches her.] If only you could have seen my parties. You could have been the star.

cw hallucinations, auditory and visual

[heathencall]

[Mephisto does not miss a party. He is the self-proclaimed king of vanity, lust, and gluttony, and damn proud of it. A little sickness (which isn't actually sickness, thank you), won't hold him back.

A raid in the costume shop has Mephisto plenty prepared. He stops to drape a lion skin over his shoulders, which he promptly lays out in a corner of the room where he can observe. He's posed almost... scandalously, and he's even nabbed some grapes to feed himself.

And also grapes to drink. Wine grapes. Out of a way too expensive looking goblet.

He doesn't do any skating, but from time to time he'll at least drift over to the edge of the rink and... watch. His eyes narrow from time to time, as if he's struggling to focus.

At some point in the night his vision blurs entirely. The room loses its almost ethereal glow, and gives way to his castle. His home. A dream, he's sure, but still the glittering chandelier hanging high above him seems so real. He can almost hear his servants bustling about, preparing his next feast for the town, for his faithful.

His laughter is a little too sinister.]

[garbageface]

[ On one of her breaks from dancing, Santana opts to sit down next to Mephisto, lean over, and try to steal one of his grapes. Santana figures he’s probably too distracted with executing that weirdly sinister laugh to notice her heist, and besides, Santana’s hungry. ]

cw: audiovisual hallucinations

[justmeheere]

[Jeremy looks ............ bad. Like, realistically Jeremy never looks good, but he keeps looking past people as if he can't focus on them. He's here though! He's at this party and he's wearing - okay. Gonna be real. He has chosen to show up wearing the cheerleader costume he got from the machine. It's possible Jeremy doesn't really understand. What separates a rave from a costume party?

Eventually he slumps down to the ground, against a wall. In you're close enough, you might be able hear him over the music:]

And there are voices all around
and I can never mute the sound
They scream and shout
Can't tune them out
and make up my own mind
I still have voices in my head
but now they’re not the normal kind
Voices in my head
but these aren't the normal kind!

[He's fine. Everything's fine.]

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[Falling kid? The self-appointed-medic-slash-Responsible-One is on the case!...as much as he can be, anyway.

He knees down next to Jeremy, reaching out]

Jeremy- hey, look at me.

[heathencall]

[You know what's going to help. Mephisto snaking his arms around Jeremy's shoulder and pulling him in close. He's filled his goblet again but don't worry, he isn't going to offer to share.]

You look awful, Jeremy. Hardly befitting the party of our queen.

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[Well. That's. Not fun. Anne gently pokes him in the face with a glow stick.

That'll surely work.] That's not dancing!

[madgiganticfeelings]

[Christine doesn't care what Jeremy is wearing, or what he's saying. It's not important to what she has to do, so it's pretty much irrelevant right now.

The important thing is he's here. He's here, and Christine looks lovely, and she's not going to bring up the rift between them, or how things might be now. She's sure eventually, if she needs it, Steven will come to support her, but she's confident it's not necessary.

Because this is what Jeremy wanted. And he's not going to get a choice now in whether or not he deserves it.

She smiles down at him, a little too wide, and speaks a little too brightly.]

Jeremy! There you are! I've been looking all over for you. We have to dance.

cw hallucinations in prompt 2!

[recessives]

[ Listen..... as someone who has been sick all her life, apparently not even to stop now, there is no way! Shilo is missing this party! Even if she's a little wobbly, so's everyone. And even if sometimes she looks a little freaked out in a specific direction, she's... actually handling herself really well! Hallucinations aren't part of the "blood disease" she's had, but... weird and vivid dreams aren't new to her, and if she treats them the same this is mostly fine. Not ideal! But fine.

And hey, you know what? She even put together a party outfit! It's a little less cut up than the image there since this is not the Fatherly Nightmare version of this outfit, but she is seventeen years old and going to a party! You can even find her um. Dancing? She's. Putting in an effort, but all the newfound bravado in the world can't make up for the circumstances here. It's not, by any stretch of the imagination, Good Dancing.

Or later on, she's um. Splashing water from one of the ice bowls onto her face, looking moderately freaked out! If you come by, she might sort of. Try to get your attention and say over the noise: ]

Is there anyone behind me right now?

[ ... there is not. ]

ice bowls

[heathencall]

[Mephisto's come over here for more grapes to peel and. Well. He glances over Shilo's shoulder, tilting his head in the slightest.

He hides a smile behind his goblet.]

Yes.

dancing cw: auditory hallucinations

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[Look, Anne's willing to take it down a few notches to make everyone feel more at home here. She extends a glow-stick to Shilo, smiling, then with one in each hand of her own, begins to dance like... this.

The airhorns. She can hear them. This is the best party ever.]

dancing

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[Christine giggles as she approaches Shilo's side, reaching out to take her hands. She's not exactly a good dancer, either, but she's certainly trying, and it's always more fun to spin with a friend.]

Come on, come on, spin with me!

icewater

[holyspit]

Uh- I think Jeremy just went past but it doesn't sound like that's what you meant?

cw for auditory and visual hallucinations, other sensory issues?

[madgiganticfeelings]

[Christine has worked hard for this party! She attends with all the food she's recently pulled from the merch booth - a few bottles of wine, popcorn, a box of macarons, and uh, a roasted bird of some sort? - and deposits them on the table before joining in the dancing!

She worked particularly hard on the outfit too, spending most of the day in the costume room, sewing up this little number to go along with a Eminem t-shirt, which has now been pretty much covered in glo tape. For a while, she's quite content to spin around the dance floor, watching the glowsticks blur into bright swirls of colourful light... though she occasionally pauses and jerks ramrod straight. After she mutters an apology to no one, she does continue on.

By the end of the night... well, maybe she's just getting tired, but she's dancing much more stiffly. There's a glazed over look in her eyes as she approaches.]

Have you seen Jeremy? I have to dance with him. It's what I'm supposed to do!

[heathencall]

[It would be great for Mephisto to stop Christine. All week, he's been trying to keep things from getting worse. Right now, he can't understand why he'd been so insistent. It was his job to bring desires to life.

He loops his arm around her shoulder and pulls her close, humming as he does. It's not unlike what he'd done with Jeremy earlier.]

I think it's a wonderful idea. Why should you be held back any longer?

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[Anne's lips purse as Christine asks about Jeremy, and she lifts her glowing sunglasses up.]

Who cares? You're on the dance floor with Queen of His Land!

[garbageface]

[ Santana grips Christine’s shoulders. ]

Oh my god, no, he tried to brainwash you and he’s not even cute!

[holyspit]

Christine! You look great!

[Why has he never thought of incorporating glowsticks directly into his clothing, this is amazing.]

Oh, oh! Is this actually happening? Great! I think I saw him over that way, do you need help? I could go in first and kind of- set the mood, soften him up? Oh, I could go get Anne to change to music to something slow and romantic.

cw for fever and hallucinations of both kinds probably also some stupid shit

[musacal]

[ Nana wasn't going to go to the party originally because most of what she wants to do is stay in bed but well... then the rest of the illness started to get under her skin and make her delirious, and you know what, fuck it. This seems like a great idea now and she saw something in the costume shop earlier that made her want to fuck around a little bit anyway.

So she's a little bit late and shows up in... oh. Is that supposed to be a girlish take on the Phantom? APPARENTLY. Her hair is still down and her cape's a little askew but at least... she got it all on? Even the mask?

She throws her arms up weakly as she enters, pitching her voice a lot deeper, like when she has to play male roles for plays. ]

DUNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUNNNNNN...!!

I am the Phantom of the Opera! How dare you not invite me when I gave you this sickness in the first place...!!

[ Later, after her... impression?? Is that what that was? Once that's over, she's sitting up against the wall, holding a bright orange glowstick and waving it half heartedly. ]

Shut upppp, I know you "understand"... what do you even "understand" anyway? Ughhh, I knew you were behind this...

[ Oh great. ]

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[Anne laughs loudly, clapping her hands together, and cheering Nana on--- but---]

Actually! I invited him!

cw visual, auditory hallucinations

[garbageface]

[ Meetings are usually boring, and trial afterparties are usually sad, but this? This is the kind of party Santana can get behind. She’s been getting ready for this pretty much all day — she’s in full hair, makeup and clothes tonight. She’s cropped a black sparkly top from the costume shop, let down her hair, and taped glo-tape on her cheeks like it’s war paint. Santana was made for this.

She’s spending as much time as she can dancing. Her moves, as always, are excellent, although she tires awfully easily. Consequently, she’s also making frequent trips back and forth to the ice water, and whenever she sees someone else there, she’ll say. ]

Oh come on, don’t be lame, come out and dance.

[ Later on, Santana will start to look pretty rough — that sweating can’t just be from dancing, and those glassy eyes can’t be good. No matter what’s playing on the speakers, Santana will move like she’s dancing to a much slower song, holding her body like she’s dancing with a partner, even though no one’s with her. She looks unnaturally happy, and every so so often, she’ll murmur: ]

I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you so much.

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You don't want to see me dance. [He's firm on that]