( open ) let's dance

[dyskinesia]

Who: the teen population of the Moira
When: at some point after arriving at the Luminous Sea, late afternoon/evening
Where: recreation area
What: a very 80's party thrown by Peter takeitslow! Is your character currently a teenager? If yes, then assume they have somehow magically gotten an invitation and come party with us!
Warnings: none for the moment, will change if necessary




So maybe there's a lot of young people suddenly around the Moira. The best way to deal with it is obviously by throwing a party. Because adults are boring people who can't have fun and how can you not go wild at a party with a disco ball?

The rec area has been decorated just a bit for the occasion: there's a few tables with quick snacks, sweets and drinks, and 80's music playing from some strategically placed speakers. A good portion of the area is unimpeded so people can dance, and there are balloons of different colors a little bit all over.

The pool's decorated with tiny glitter confetti too, so it gives off a very glow-y vibe. Probably not a good idea to jump in but hey, you do you.

People are free to start up their own activities during the party, be it games like Spin the Bottle or Never Have I Ever, or something like attempting synchronized dancing. Seriously, go wild! (Not too wild, though. Just because there are no parents around doesn't mean you all should do whatever the hell you want. Yes it does.)


(Everyone feel free to put up specific starters for your characters, or for 'group' activities, go ahead and put up a top level so that everyone who wants to can jump in!)

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Skye | OTA

[morethan084]

[Well, if Skye was stuck on this ship there could be worse ways of spending her time.

How many people could say they went to a part on a spaceship in space? The bonus being that there are no 'adults' here, okay so maybe she was technically an adult now. She didn't exactly act like it depending on the situation.

She sifted through the snacks and is on her third drink about 15 minutes into arriving. She's also noticed that the playlist only seems to be 80s music.]

C'mon. No Fallout Boy?!

[Yeah because early 00 music is great too?

If you're unlucky, Skye's somehow managed to drag your character out to dance. Really she's just here to have a good time. Which also may include sucking the helium out of the balloons just because it amuses her.]

[dyskinesia]

[ Holding a cup of apple juice, Bruce glances at Skye, eyebrows knit together. ]

Who's Fallout Boy?

[ Look no everyone's from the same new millennium point in time as you Skye, alright. ]

feel free to ignore if this is too late!

[ascendit]

[Unluckily, Nate stumbles a little as this random lady pulls him away from the snack table.]

Whoa - hey - I really just came for the food.

[The music's a little familiar, though, from the odd orphanage field trip.]

SPIN THE BOTTLE | OTA

[takeitslow]

[You're in a circle, there is a bottle. Time to spin.

Peter will explain the rules as follows:

1. Kiss the person the bottle lands on.

2. Or take a dare for chickening out and live with the shame.

Anyone can play, make individual threads underneath, etc.]

[dyskinesia]

[ Why is he even playing this game? He doesn't know. No one knows. It's a mystery. (But being sort of popular and having sort of friends is pretty nice, so.)

Bruce reaches out when it's his turn and spins the bottle... and refuses to look up from some interesting spot on the floor right in front of him. ]

[takeitslow]

[Look just because he's sort of dating J doesn't mean he can't do this. Probably. Shut up, it's not often his hot older friends are actually of age for him to flirt with.

So spin he does. Ignore the ridiculous look he'll give the poor person the bottle lands on, he's only wiggling his eyebrows like that to break the tension.]

[greyate]

[ When it's her turn to spin the bottle, she can't help making a face. Why did she allow herself to be talked into playing this?

Jean leans forward and gives it a spin, trying to will herself to not cover her face out of embarrassment. Her face is probably as red as her hair right now. ]

[morethan084]

[Well, it's her turn now. There isn't as many people here to make this fun. Still, she spins it, eyes locked on the bottle until it stops and she looks up to see who it landed on.]

[eyasassy]

This is the weirdest shit I've ever heard of.

[But she's spinning the bottle anyway because she is TEEN determined to EXPLORE and SMOOCH. She spins the bottle and looks cheerfully at whomever it lands on.]

[incomingsass]

[ Being 5 again had been... fun, but this was way better. Not that she remembers any of what happened. Just high school and making big decisions about college and ugh. Teen years were golden years and golden years totes included spin the bottle.

She spins when its her turn and readily accepts her fate. Everyone here's hot so... #yolo. ]

come one, come all.

[caelus]

Hey, I'm Jim. Jim Kirk. [ Now this is something he can get behind. Still not quite up to his speed, but a sure better way to spend the time than snacks and juice. Seriously, juice?

But he takes a seat in the circle with his cup that may or may not be actually juice anymore (It's a mystery. Thanks, Skye). It's actually going pretty well, and hey, cool, you can take a dare if kissing isn't your speed. Not that kissing is ever not Jim Kirk's speed. ] Room for one more?

[ He waits until until it is his turn, and spins the bottle. After, he leans back on his elbows, watching and waiting for when the bottle lands on him. I wonder where it lands.]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Now, during a rather short stay at the school J's already been to a fair share of parties held by older students that reminded this one. And really, this has been on the better ones at least up until now.

The bottle game sounds interesting and funny, she's never played something like this before so of course she wants to take part to it. But watching some of these other teens awkwardly looking at their toes as the bottle stops on their part and then reach to place shy kisses on the cheeks and whatsoever is simply painful to watch.

When it's finally her turn she flashes a smug grin to other players and spins the bottle. C'mon, let her show how this is done.]

(ooc: J's a transwoman so I'll be using female pronouns for narrative but currently she looks like a feminine boy thanks to age-shenanigans. Feel free to have your character recognise her though! )

Bruce Banner » open!

[dyskinesia]

[ Bruce has felt more popular over the past week than ever in his life. It's a very nice feeling, actually, though it makes him feel just a little socially anxious at times. To add to that, he's still coping with being stuck in outer space, which hasn't really helped with his anxiety and minor panic attacks much either.

But a party's a great way to forget about that for a little while, even if Bruce is about as terrible at parties as one might expect. While everyone is dancing, laughing and trying drinks lightly spiked with alcohol, he nurses his cup of plain juice while enacting the role of wallflower to perfection. And that's when he's not hiding out at the far end of the room, by the other side of the pool, sitting on one of the sunbeds and just staring at the glitter confetti floating in the water.

So come poke him, whoever you are. Sit and chat with him, convince him to get a sip of that spiked punch, drag him out to dance. He does need to learn to socialize because he hasn't done that in... well, never. ]

[commontype]

[Eggsy didn't know they threw parties in outer space, but until two days ago, space hadn't been a thing so he figures he's got a lot to learn. At 19, he felt like a pro at this sort of stuff, and he spends a little more time on his hair and clothes than usual. A nice part, which he covers with a hat, and a polo and jeans that are a touch too lose but not noticeable if he angles himself right.

And then he does what he always does when he comes to something like this. Looks for the most interesting, and attractive, person in the room so he can chat them up. Maybe get a dance, or a kiss, if he's lucky.]

What're you doin' over here all by yourself?

[His accent is thick, a slow draw and softly spoken. Eggsy's not sure if this guy is into British blokes, or blokes at all, but he's gonna find out.]

'M Eggsy, mind if I join ya?

[poolhall_killer]

[Rumor had it that some party was taking place and that all the kids were going to be there. Venom was about ready to decline since well... he never thought of himself as a kid. Ever. But he was nudged along, coaxed out of his comfy book spot in the library. Maybe he could find a corner at the party and just ignore everybody. Not like he attended many parties anyway.

But when he gets there, the corner's already taken. So's the wall.

Why...

Venom huffs and plants himself next to a teen with glasses.]

Are all parties for us going to be like this?

[eyasassy]

[Hawke really doesn't understand this whole thing. Well, she understands that it's some sort of a ball or party but beyond that most of the events are far beyond her understanding. Which is alright. She's pretty good at blending in and giving easy smiles until people tell her the things that she needs to know.

She has a glass of spiked punch in one hand when she decides to go over and observe the pool. She doesn't like water since she can't swim but the idea of a giant bathtub that you don't actually use to get clean is rather amusing to her. Plus the glitter is curious.

Kneeling down, Hawke reaches out to try and touch some of the sparkling confetti but most of it is out of reach. So instead she decides to prod it with her staff before glancing over her shoulder.]

What is this stuff?

[buttmurdered]

[Leo's also wallflowering, even if his monkey friend is totally drinking. Leo, on the other hand, is just nursing a glass of water, and in his quest to stay out of the way of the partying, finds Bruce's little hide away]

It's pretty loud, isn't it?

[By way of hello]

jean | ota

[greyate]

[ At first, Jean was very concerned about these adults suddenly... getting younger. Some of them really young. Like, as kids. She wondered why her and Peter weren't affected. If they would be affected. If the others would return to how they were. So many questions that still turned in the back of her head.

But then Peter wants to throw a party because there are more teens for them to hang out with and it's difficult for Jean not to give in to the excitement he gives off. Especially when there's promise of music and snacks and the lights are actually back on now. Okay, she's kinda willing to give into having a party. THings have been pretty stressful and she just... wants to have fun, dammit.

So, she can be found around the snacks and drinks (no alcohol for her, though). She may need to be coaxed to actually dance with someone, otherwise she'll end up dancing in place off to the side. Unable to help herself because she's missed music in general. ]

[takeitslow]

[Guess who is just going to slide up beside her at the punch bowl? He's tempted to put his hands over her eyes, but well. Psychics.]

Did they ever have parties like this at the school?

[He leans around her to pick through the snacks, hand landing on her shoulder. They're going to be friends one day, apparently. He might as well get used to sticking at her side. Besides, she's a fellow mutant and the only one he's on good terms with outside Billy. And the only teenager here who's supposed to be one.]

I mean, it could be better if I had something stronger to give out. But when I tried the door to the bar I ended up in stepping into the pool. Weird, right?

[ascendit]

[Even after a year with steady meals, Nate still thinks of parties as free food places, so he's holding the fort at the snack table too.]

Is it just me, or are there suddenly way more teenagers around than, say, a week ago?

james t. kirk • ota

[caelus]

[ This is so much better than a random wake up in a weird place. Maybe it isn't his usual scene, but it's close enough. He's really gotta find out where they keep the good stuff and get away from this kid's table bullshit. For now, though, he's gonna grab one of the sweet drinks, and hang back to get a good view of all the people there.

There's some classical music playing, and that's totally fine with him. He's got a budding record collection hiding out in the room he barely goes back to at Frank's house. To be fair, he either goes in on the days he's not around, or climbs up the side of the house, onto the roof, and slips into his room to avoid that guy.

So what if he moves over and bats at a bundle of balloons while he gets a feel for the place. ]

So where the hell do they keep the good stuff around here?

[ Please do read as: what does a guy have to do to get an actual drink around here? ]

[morethan084]

[Considering Skye's drinking something along the lines of an actual drink right now, Skye lets out a snort.]

Here. Try this. Tell me if you like it.

[She held her cup out to him, it was a mixture of a few things and on the fruity side.]

J | ota

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

It's been only few hours since J suddenly came to her senses on a huge ship sailing through the space and she's already found her way to a party. It took some time from her to get there as she kept getting lost in the hallways that reminded her from a creepy hospitals. So, when she finally enters to the rec area the party's been going on for a good while.

And to be honest, when she first got the invitation she couldn't help but feel rather sceptical. Because parties that prided themselves with 'no adults' just sounded really bad to her ears and made her only think of some lame juice gatherings full of awkward virgins whose faces were riddled with freckles and pimples. Something that she hardly had patience for anymore these days.

But to her surprise the party doesn't seem too bad. She's never heard music like this before but the big disco ball is nice. J spends few minutes while just watching it on the ceiling, mesmerised by the shiny colors that changed as the ball rotates. After that, she walks towards the table where the drinks are, carrying herself with light but confident steps. The Moira uniform she's wearing is little too big for her, her fingers peeking out from the jacket's sleeves. The roundness of her rosy cheeks and pink lips makes her look like she's a bit too young for this crowd but still, everything in her body language implies that she's used to this kind of environment.

(ooc: J's a transwoman so I'll be using female pronouns for narrative but currently she looks like a feminine boy thanks to age-shenanigans. Feel free to have your character recognise her though! )

[dyskinesia]

After that particularly exciting game of Spin the Bottle (well, exciting to him, anyway), Bruce needs some time to just be by himself and recover. It's not that he minds the party or the commotion, but it's not something he's used to, and at this point it's starting to tire him out a little.

At least he hasn't made a run for it, so that's a start. Looking some of the people at the party in the eye is proving to be an exercise in not embarrassing himself, though, after they were all sitting around that circle playing together.

He sees J again when he's refilling his glass with plain juice, and when he looks over, he tenses slightly, but doesn't look away. Instead he offers a nervous smile, setting the bottle down before he gets distracted and his cup overflows.

"Want a cup?"

Trish Walker (teen) | cw: eating disorders, mentions of child abuse, substance abuse

[stillpatsy]

A

[ Positively giddy with freedom and rebellion, Trish makes a beeline for the food as soon as she gets to the party. She’ll make sure to make herself the life of it soon enough, but first things first. Food.

She picks whatever looks most likely to make her wake up heavier, even though she knows there will be hell to pay for it later. Her mother might not be on the ship, but she is still in her head, reminding her that the camera adds ten pounds.

With angry spite she crams a fistful of chips into her mouth, and she doesn’t care if it makes her look like a total pig because for once in her damn life she doesn’t have to please anyone. ]

B

[ Next step on her path of rebellion: there are no paparazzi here, no image to uphold, no one to get their panties in their twist if she happens to actually be affected by hormones just like any other teenager.

So, she finds a chair, stands up on it, and loudly addresses no one in particular. ]

Okay, who wants to make out?

C

[ Where did she find the alcohol? No one knows. Much as her mother wants the world to think she’s so pure and innocent, Trish found ways to make the world a little less sharp around the edges a long time ago.
Pills would be better, but she doesn’t have those here so good old booze is going to have to do the trick.

She’s dancing, smiling, but there is a wild edge to it. Like something has snapped inside her that should maybe have been loosened with a bit more care. No one knows her here apart from Jess. She is free at last.

And still it all hurts just the same. ]

D

[ The evening ends like so many have, with her puking her guts out.
The worst part is that she’s glad that it isn’t because her mother has shoved her fingers down her throat. It’s just too much booze and self-loathing.

Doesn’t make the toilet bowl more pleasant company but hey. Silver linings. ]

A!

[dyskinesia]

[ Bruce comes up to her quietly but slowly, as to not catch her off-guard. His first encounter with Trish had been far from ideal, and he's really not sure how much she'd want to have him anywhere near her, but at least he's pretty sure she doesn't think he's some sick pervert anymore.

She also doesn't know yet what they are to each other, or what they will be anyway. Would be? Whatever. Bruce found that out while poking around the ship and what parts of his MID he could access, but he's pretty intent on not telling her.

It'd feel too much like pushing. Like he's telling her that they should be together just because their older counterparts were, which isn't the case at all. (Even if she is really very pretty and the knowledge alone makes his heart flutter like a butterfly in his chest whenever he sees her.) ]

You know it's not going anywhere, right? The food.

[ He says it with a smile, though, clearly not the least bit bothered by whatever lack of propriety or class in the way she scarfs down everything in sight. ]

tony stark (mcu)

[prereact]

i. just dropping in

[ Tony's already had his requisite holy-shit-we're-in-space freakout, which, by the way: holy shit, they're in space. How amazing is that? That's the kind of stuff you see on television or in comic books, but it's still a distant dream in the 1980s. Part of him isn't convinced this isn't some really elaborate dream he's having, which is why he decides to milk it for everything it's worth.

When he shows up, it's not actually because he intended to come. Or, rather, he hadn't yet heard about the party when a doorway happened to send him spontaneously into the rec area. He almost certainly would've come anyway, but when the Moira's strange spacial disturbances take the matter out of his hands...

Well, he rolls with it.

He very nearly topples whoever happens to be in the way when he's suddenly spat into the room, but he catches them by the elbow, smiling the megawatt smile he was always taught to use in front of various important people. He knows it works, or he wouldn't bother. ]

Well, hi. [ He doesn't let go of the requisitioned elbow. ] Fancy meeting you here.

[ Who is the person he's suddenly getting friendly with? Hell if he knows. Does it matter? NOPE. ]

ii. underage drinking tbh

[ Eighteen is definitely not the legal drinking age, but drinking ages have never particularly applied in his life. And anyway, they're in space. Who cares? Nobody. Nobody cares.

He may as well relive his university days (which, at eighteen, are already behind him), so he mixes together two drinks that are entirely inadvisable to mix together, and holds it out to whoever will humor him. He seems confident, at least. MIT knows how to party. ]

Oh, c'mon, rum and coke is boring. This is the good stuff.

iii. wildcard

[ idk SURPRISE ME, FAM ]

Dos

[morethan084]

Do I even want to know what's in it?

[Taking it from him, Skye sniffs at it and immediately makes a face]

Holy shit. Are you trying to kill me?

[Annnnd she takes a swig of it anyway.]