( 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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[dyskinesia]

[ Bruce just steps back into the room and stands there somewhat awkwardly, because it would be just weird if he sat down on the bed too. Right? ]

Well, if you're comfortable, then that's what matters.

[stillpatsy]

You're such a dweeb.

[ She points to the floor in front of the foot of the bed. ]

I know, grab a cushion and sit there. Then I can mess with your hair while I ask you embarrassing questions.

[dyskinesia]

[ It probably should feel like more of an insult when she calls him a dweeb, but it doesn't. It actually makes him smile a little bit.

Hesitantly, he goes grab that cushion, placing it on the floor, then taking a seat by the foot of the bed as she told him too. So obedient. ]

I'll take that as you asking for permission?

[stillpatsy]

[ She does like when people do what she says. Byproduct of being a spoiled brat princess. ]

The question mark was silent.

[ She does refrain from actually touching him until she's sure it's okay. ]

[dyskinesia]

[ He snorts quietly, tipping his head back to glance at her. ]

Sure, sure. Of course.

[ She can consider the lack of opposition an affirmative answer there. ]

[stillpatsy]

Are doubting me?

[ Since he is so conveniently leaning back, she steals his glasses and puts them on herself. ]

[dyskinesia]

Me? Never.

[ Look he may or may not have realized that she's a little bit bossy by now. But evidently he doesn't mind.

He also doesn't mind it when she takes his glasses from him, even if he ends up seeing things with a little more blur. ]

Now you look like a proper nerd too.

[stillpatsy]

[ She wrinkles her nose a little, her vision blurry too now because of the glasses. ]

Think it's a good look on me?

[dyskinesia]

[ He smiles a little softly, looking somewhat bashful. ]

Works better for you than it does for me.

[ Yes, it's a very good look on her, but then again he thinks that's true no matter what she's wearing. (Save for creepy wigs.) ]

[stillpatsy]

[What a smitten dweeb.

She takes the glasses off and puts them down on the bed, one hand returning to the task of propping her head up while the other gently pets his hair. ]

You don't have it easy back home, do you?

[dyskinesia]

[ He'd be really very happy to have her pet his hair, but her question kind of dampens that a little. He looks down and away from her, shrugging in a seemingly dismissive way. ]

Doesn't matter.

[ Except that it does, obviously. Or it did, anyway. ]

I was just about to go to college anyway.

[ He'd been kind of hoping that things would get better there, even if he was also terrified about the change. ]

[stillpatsy]

Where will you be going?

[ She keeps playing with his hair, both to comfort him but also just because it feels right. ]

[dyskinesia]

Culver University? It's in Virginia.

[ It's also very relaxing, feeling her fingers sift through his curls, and Bruce closes his eyes for just a little while, enjoying that touch. ]

It's got nice programs, in... a bunch of scientific fields.

[stillpatsy]

[ He really is absolutely adorable, this guy, and Trish finds herself smiling at how much he seems to like this simple act of affection.

She can relate. ]

I hope things get better there.

[dyskinesia]

[ He smiles, eyes still closed, stretched out legs swaying a little so his feet wiggle from side to side. ]

Thanks. I hope so too.

[ He falls quiet, mouth opening as if he wants to say something else, closing, then opening again. ]

I kind of like it here too, though.

[stillpatsy]

Yeah. I mean. As far as alien abductions go this isn't so bad.

[ She considers making a joke about probes, but decides against it. ]

[dyskinesia]

[ He hums a little chuckle, grinning lopsidedly as he raises his eyebrows. ]

I'll just point out that technically we are the aliens out here.

[stillpatsy]

[ Ignoring the little extra stomach flutter that she feels when she sees that grin, she drops her head and muffles a groan against the bed. ]

Nerd.

[dyskinesia]

[ He snorts a little, not getting nearly as upset at her calling him a nerd as he usually is when it comes from other people. Probably because he knows she doesn't mean it as an insult. ]

You said 'incredibly smart' wrong.

[stillpatsy]

Oh my god, was that confidence I just heard?

[ She scoots closer so that she can sort of wrap her arms around him from behind. ]

Congratulations.

[ Yes, this is a bit of a come-on. ]

[dyskinesia]

[ Okay, that has Bruce opening his eyes, head lifting up so he's sitting a little more upright. ]

Thanks.

[ Yes, he sounds a bit nervous there. ]

I was just kidding, though.

[stillpatsy]

I bet you really are incredibly smart though.

[ Kind of obviously not when it comes to girls but that's okay. ]

If I were playing spin the bottle with you guys, would you have wanted to kiss me too?

[dyskinesia]

[ Did she just ask that? Okay. Yep, she just asked that. Like a deer caught in the headlights, though, Bruce's words come out before he even thinks about it. ]

Why are you asking?

[stillpatsy]

[ Okay that clearly didn't work. She thought she was feeling a vibe but she must have been wrong. Or she was just coming on too strong.

Either way, she scoots back again, freeing him from her arms. ]

Because I wanted to know.

[dyskinesia]

[ He's so good at this he doesn't even see the moment until it's come and gone and she's pulling away from him like he's just verbally told her to get off of him.

It only makes him more nervous to answer, his stomach knotting up in what he's pretty sure is some form of an anxiety attack. But he forces himself to let the answer out, even if it's a little shaky. ]

Yes.