thisavrou_log | ( open ) let's dance

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( open ) let's dance

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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[ Yes, it was, and she is trying not to show that it stung, looking awar from him as she folds her arms across her chest. ]

I don't have to or anything.

I know you don't— I know.

[ Oh great Bruce, no wonder you're such a complete failure with girls. He sighs, frustrated at himself. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't really get that you were asking to visit me specifically. I wasn't blowing you off or anything. I just... it flew right over my head. I'm clueless. Sorry.

[ So the rational thing to do here would be to just calmly accept that explanaAHAHAHAHAHA yeah no. ]

Exactly what part of maybe I could visit you there was it that you didn't get?

[ Sorry Bruce, it's not you, it's her non-existent self-esteem. ]

[ Oh God, she's mad now. Great Bruce, you're such an ass and this is definitely all your fault. The moment she starts lashing out he curls in on himself, crossing his arms tightly. Usually this is the point where girls start to laugh at him and tell him what a loser he is if he really thought they were interested, not... this.

He doesn't really know how to handle this. ]

I d-don't know. I'm, uh, I'm sorry. I just didn't r-really underst-understand, I'm, uh. I'm s-sorry. Sorry.

[ Apparently slipping back into his stutter is the way he handles this. Which is to say he handles it very poorly. ]

Girls never, uh. Never just w-want to be with me.

Oh.

[ Well now she's feeling like a jerk.

Wow this is a disaster, he seems terrified. ]

Hey, it's... it's okay. I kind of get it. People don't really want to be with me either.

[ He almost wants to tell her that no, she doesn't really get it. But that's meaner than he could ever be to anyone, even those who've been downright awful to him. Besides, it's not like he knows her life, or what things she might go through on a daily basis.

In the end he just dares a glance up at her, though fleeting, his eyes gluing themselves to the floor the next moment. ]

I h-have a hard time believing that.

Well, I'm not saying it's the same but... You know how I said I'm on TV back home? Well that... it doesn't stop when I leave the set. I even wear the stupid wig whenever I'm not in my house.

[ She shrugs. She knows he's probably talking about bullying, but she can still relate at least a little bit. ]

People are a lot more interested in the character I play than me.

[ Mostly because her mother has made damn sure that people pretty much think they are one and the same. ]

[ Alright, that does sound pretty awful in its own way. Bruce's arms ease up a little, though he still keeps them crossed for a while, pressing his lips thinly as he lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. ]

You're not wearing the wig now, right?

[ He's pretty sure he'd be able to tell. ]

I don't know Patsy, but I like Trish. I like that you're... you. [ Eventually he loosens his arms, letting them fall to his sides, one of them playing with the cloth of a table nearby. ] I'd much rather spend time with you.

[ She shakes her head and smiles a little. ]

No. Patsy's a redhead. And has bangs.

[ She reaches out to poke one of his shoulders with a finger. ]

And you're not so bad either.

I'm sure you look nicer like this.

[ When she smiles, he smiles too, feeling a little more relieved now that she doesn't seem to be angry at him anymore. ]

Thanks. My bangs kind of work in my favor, don't they? [ And by 'bangs' he means the curls falling down his forehead and nearly poking into his eyes, if not for the glasses he's wearing. Jesus Christ, he really is a dorkasaurus. ]

Yeah.

[ She reaches out to carefully brush some of those curls aside a little though. ]

You shouldn't let them hide your eyes though. You have nice eyes.

[ There's probably some sort of alarm going off in his head, because girl, touching him. He probably turns five different shades of red just then, lips pressed as his (nice) eyes drop to the ground. ]

Thank you. [ Words, okay. He can do those. Probably. ] You too.

[ She laughs a little, but looks apologetic as she drops her hand. ]

Sorry, shouldn't have started messing with your hair without asking first.

[ Gosh he's blushing really hard. Poor guy. Note to self, don't touch Bruce? ]

No, it's okay. It was nice, I was just... a little surprised.

[ But he likes it when she touches him. She just looks like a complete idiot turned to a flustering puddle whenever she does. ]

Well yeah it's kind of weird to just randomly start fussing with people's hair.

[ Seriously what was she even thinking? Apart from Bruce has nice eyes, that is. ]

It's fine. Next time you can ask first, and it won't be weird.

[ It'll definitely be weird, but Bruce won't mind it at all. ]

[ Undoubtedly it will be very weird but hey, it seems to work for them. ]

Okay, deal.

[ She clears her throat a little and looks around at the other party guests, trying to think of something more to say to get away from the slightly odd moment. ]

So. You having fun tonight?

[ Things almost always tend to get a little awkward with Bruce, but usually that's because he's the awkward one.

Having her actually stick around rather than just move along is kind of a novelty, though. ]

It's nice. Just... a little crowded. I'm not used to parties like this. But I am having fun. [ He tips his head at her. ] And you?

You seem to be pretty popular.

[ Referring to the kissing and such. ]

Yeah, I'm having fun. No one but Jess seems to know who I am here, it's pretty awesome.

Who, me? No, not even a little. This is all... kind of new. And a little weird.

[ He just got roped into that game, alright? Either way, there's something funky about the future because apparently nerds are popular and considered cute? That's not how he remembers pretty much his whole life. ]

I know who you are. Now, anyway. [ He's joking, obviously. ] But I know what you mean. I'm glad for you, too.

You're at a party in space so yeah. A little weird.

[ She can't help herself, he's just so damn teasable. At least she does it with affection? ]

Yeah, well. Me being popular is even weirder than that. Somehow.

[ He knits his eyebrows briefly, then chuckles. Not a complete lie, either. ]

It's really sad that I get what you mean. You're a sweet, good-looking guy but like... to be popular you have to play this twisted social game a lot of the time.

[ And she can't imagine Bruce navigating any of that very well. ]

Yeah. [ He smiles a little, trying very much to not focus on the fact she just said he's good-looking. What. ] Social games aren't the kind of games I'm good at, so.

[ He shrugs. He's had some pretty rough moments in his life but he genuinely believes that to be behind him now. ]

[ What? He totally is! Sure he's mega awkward and a complete dork, but he's still handsome. ]

I'm kind of not even in the same ball park.

[ Fame kind of changes the rules a lot. ]

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