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maskormenace2017-06-19 12:34 pm
couldbebeautiful) wrote in maskormenace2017-06-19 12:34 pm
teen imports gone WILD!! || backdated to friday, june 16, cw underage drinking
[So what happens when you cram a bunch of teenagers with godlike superpowers into a slightly crowded space and give them access to copious amounts of alcohol and the network?
The network gets spammed to hell and back, with pictures and videos of some very bad decisions being made. We're all very sorry.]
[Whoever put the music onto something slow is going to wish they were dead when Brendan finds them later. For now, though, the camera catches him and Veronica, hands clasped, a rare smile on his face as he moves to the beat and she gives drunken suggestions on how to move he ignores in favor of actual dancing, easily slipping behind her and around her without letting go of her hands in time to the beat, settling their arms around the front of her and murmuring something in her ear (actually an utterance of 'I cannot believe you talked me into this') before releasing one of her hands to tug at one and twirl her. She manages it inebriated well enough, it's the return twirl to his arms that's not easily done drunk, so he has to catch her with his free hand by the shoulder, ending up with her free hand on his.]
Te quiero besar, Veronica. [There's a light in his dark eyes that's been rare a long time since before he even got to this world, a teasing cadence to his words, and then he pulls back, though his hands move to grasp her wrists again as he looks at her face somewhat more seriously.
This clip ends there, before he can tell her she's done dancing enough for tonight. Which he does, perhaps sadly so, since they're a single dance into this.]
--
[ at one point, the camera is grabbed by a particularly giddy blonde, who is practically shouting. this can't end well. ]
Hey, Heropa!! And all of the other ImPorts out there! This party really rocks, and I dig the company!! It's fucking rad!!!! I sure hope none of us take these parties for granite, you know?
[ she dissolves into giggles for the next minute or so. then, she downs whatever it is is in her red solo cup. ]
Anyway, I'm on probation. Fuck probation!!!!
[ she makes the "rock on" sign with one gloved hand and tosses the camera away. what are consequences? ]
--
Okay, okay! Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please!
[Utena's still dressed in her space amazon costume, sans ray gun, and she's standing next to a table with both a tablecloth and a towering pyramid of solo cups stacked on top. Her face is bright red, but she looks no worse for wear, and she walks over to grab the edges of the fabric]
Everybody, watch this.
[And she yanks the cloth down in one swift motion, leaving the table bare save for the solo cups and an abandoned plate of pizza, both of which are completely unscathed. Looking completely pleased with herself, she'll tuck the tablecloth under her arm and take a bow.]
--
[The video turns on to a very wobbly and very giggly Veronica, positioning herself on the table. She looks straight at the camera, and it is very obvious from the flushed look to her cheeks that she is Drunk and should therefore not be on tables. But is that gonna stop her? No.]
Okay, okay—are we recording? [A laugh, and she very slowly gets to her feet, letting out a little whoa as she rebalances herself.] Hey, everyone! Who wants slushies?
[She won't even wait for a response before she tries to pose like she's one of those cherubs spouting water on fountains, balancing pm one leg as she stretches her hands out and slush comes pouring out of her palms. It is, quite frankly, a ridiculous sight.
Then she overbalances and falls off the table with a shriek.
Don't worry, she's okay.]
--
[Beast Boy doesn't have anything particularly interesting to say- but the party is in no shortage of good shit to film, and if something embarrassing or awesome is happening, you can bet he's there, camera in hand, spamming the network with it.]
--
[ While Archie and Reggie, your beautiful hosts tonight, may well cameo in a decent amount of footage, neither of their own priorities are on filming the occasion this time around-- a rarity for Reggie maybe, except he's far too distracted to think of it tonight.
But that's not to say they don't record anything. At some point in the night the camera tracks up behind Archie, who looks like he's still sitting in or near the Spin the Bottle circle. The cameraman (Reggie, in this case) creeps closer like a documentarian coming up on a rare animal, then raises a bottle of blue Gatorade up to the camera. For effect, he dips his finger in to taste it-- ]
Mm. Damn that's strong.
[ And then in the next instant the bottle is dumped over Archie's head, Reggie in audible hysterics off-screen. ]
[ooc note: so icly, this post is really a collection of vines and snapshots that got posted to the network over the night, but bc nobody wants to spam the network, oocly it's all under one post. icly tho, sorry people who are missing out on the party. you won't actually missing out at all.
also, the vine thread is here if anyone wants to add more to it.]
The network gets spammed to hell and back, with pictures and videos of some very bad decisions being made. We're all very sorry.]
[Whoever put the music onto something slow is going to wish they were dead when Brendan finds them later. For now, though, the camera catches him and Veronica, hands clasped, a rare smile on his face as he moves to the beat and she gives drunken suggestions on how to move he ignores in favor of actual dancing, easily slipping behind her and around her without letting go of her hands in time to the beat, settling their arms around the front of her and murmuring something in her ear (actually an utterance of 'I cannot believe you talked me into this') before releasing one of her hands to tug at one and twirl her. She manages it inebriated well enough, it's the return twirl to his arms that's not easily done drunk, so he has to catch her with his free hand by the shoulder, ending up with her free hand on his.]
Te quiero besar, Veronica. [There's a light in his dark eyes that's been rare a long time since before he even got to this world, a teasing cadence to his words, and then he pulls back, though his hands move to grasp her wrists again as he looks at her face somewhat more seriously.
This clip ends there, before he can tell her she's done dancing enough for tonight. Which he does, perhaps sadly so, since they're a single dance into this.]
--
[ at one point, the camera is grabbed by a particularly giddy blonde, who is practically shouting. this can't end well. ]
Hey, Heropa!! And all of the other ImPorts out there! This party really rocks, and I dig the company!! It's fucking rad!!!! I sure hope none of us take these parties for granite, you know?
[ she dissolves into giggles for the next minute or so. then, she downs whatever it is is in her red solo cup. ]
Anyway, I'm on probation. Fuck probation!!!!
[ she makes the "rock on" sign with one gloved hand and tosses the camera away. what are consequences? ]
--
Okay, okay! Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please!
[Utena's still dressed in her space amazon costume, sans ray gun, and she's standing next to a table with both a tablecloth and a towering pyramid of solo cups stacked on top. Her face is bright red, but she looks no worse for wear, and she walks over to grab the edges of the fabric]
Everybody, watch this.
[And she yanks the cloth down in one swift motion, leaving the table bare save for the solo cups and an abandoned plate of pizza, both of which are completely unscathed. Looking completely pleased with herself, she'll tuck the tablecloth under her arm and take a bow.]
--
[The video turns on to a very wobbly and very giggly Veronica, positioning herself on the table. She looks straight at the camera, and it is very obvious from the flushed look to her cheeks that she is Drunk and should therefore not be on tables. But is that gonna stop her? No.]
Okay, okay—are we recording? [A laugh, and she very slowly gets to her feet, letting out a little whoa as she rebalances herself.] Hey, everyone! Who wants slushies?
[She won't even wait for a response before she tries to pose like she's one of those cherubs spouting water on fountains, balancing pm one leg as she stretches her hands out and slush comes pouring out of her palms. It is, quite frankly, a ridiculous sight.
Then she overbalances and falls off the table with a shriek.
Don't worry, she's okay.]
--
[Beast Boy doesn't have anything particularly interesting to say- but the party is in no shortage of good shit to film, and if something embarrassing or awesome is happening, you can bet he's there, camera in hand, spamming the network with it.]
--
[ While Archie and Reggie, your beautiful hosts tonight, may well cameo in a decent amount of footage, neither of their own priorities are on filming the occasion this time around-- a rarity for Reggie maybe, except he's far too distracted to think of it tonight.
But that's not to say they don't record anything. At some point in the night the camera tracks up behind Archie, who looks like he's still sitting in or near the Spin the Bottle circle. The cameraman (Reggie, in this case) creeps closer like a documentarian coming up on a rare animal, then raises a bottle of blue Gatorade up to the camera. For effect, he dips his finger in to taste it-- ]
Mm. Damn that's strong.
[ And then in the next instant the bottle is dumped over Archie's head, Reggie in audible hysterics off-screen. ]
[ooc note: so icly, this post is really a collection of vines and snapshots that got posted to the network over the night, but bc nobody wants to spam the network, oocly it's all under one post. icly tho, sorry people who are missing out on the party. you won't actually missing out at all.
also, the vine thread is here if anyone wants to add more to it.]
saturday night