Midnight masquerade Open to All.

[somepartsbroken]

Who: EVERYONE
When: After Midnight
Where: The Rising Sun
Format: Paragraph, action, etc.
What: A special party held at the rising sun. Dorian has told no one what he's celebrating but all drinks are free as long as you come after midnight with the password. and wearing a mask "Layla" is the password
Warnings: EVERYTHING GOES GUYS! PUT WARNINGS IN YOUR SUBJECT LINES IF YOU GET TOO CRAZY!




[ooc; Everyone can tag into the premade threads or make your own thread at the bottom! This is a party post thread, so thread jacking is cool unless otherwise stated. The only room locked in the club is Dorian's office. And if someone pops that lock they will find a half full goblet of blood on his desk, otherwise it is clean.

He has taken care of rides to wherever drunk people need to go too. And lastly; yes there are condoms in the rooms upstairs, if that is something you want. The Password will have be spoken on with an ad about the party a few days beforehand, it does not matter but the password is Layla. Pretty much tag around and have fun guys~! ]

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[theugly]

[Tuco is a little busy in his attempts to reach the bottom of his glass for him immediately take note of Wander. All he dully registers, is that where once there was a stool, there is now a slightly taller (and significantly more orange) stool. In fact, it's actually the crinkling of the chips packet that eventually does it. His eyebrows jump up around about the same time his head turns.

There's a soft clink as his glass connects with his teeth. Then, after a brief pause, another couple, because apparently it's kind of hard to take a sip when you're chuckling. Surrendering, Tuco lowers his hand, giving his head a tiny shake as if he can't quite believe what he's seeing.]

Go ahead, chango. I wanna hear it. [He makes a slow, deliberate swoop of a gesture with his glass.] What the hell are you supposed to be?

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander's head turns at the sound of Tuco's glass hitting his teeth. Fearing that his neighbor might have gotten hurt, he gets up to ask if he's alright, only to discover that the man is actually safe. In fact, he looks pretty happy right now.

He leans his closer to see what is it that making Tuco shake with laughter]

Um, is somethin'-

[He looks around to check if Tuco is taling to someone else. Seeing that everyone else in the bar is busy in their own worlds, Wander turns back. A smile returns to his face.]

Oh, my apologies sir! I'm Wander! [He holds a hand out.] I'm just your average intergalactic space traveler visitin' this fine planet!

[theugly]

[The grin dies down a little as Tuco stares at the very real, very fuzzy hand thrust in front of him. His own moves towards it reflexively, but he hesitates in closing the distance, fingers twitching uselessly.]

Wuh—

[No, he'll never get used to this place, and no, he didn't understand half of what Wander just said, but showing that would hardly make for the best introduction, would it? He manages to turn the tail end of his failed attempt to speak into a curt exhale of a laugh. It was intentional, see?]

Glad to meet you. [So glad, in fact, that he's going to complete that handshake with a very firm, manly clasp.] Tuco Ramírez.

[folkscallmewander]

[It's alright, Wander tells himself. He's just a bit surprised to meet someone new. And he might have drunk a little too much.

So he waits until Tuco begins laughing. Well, at least he's enjoying himself. ]

Always a pleasure. [He places his other hand on Tuco's to match the firmness.] Enjoying the party, Mister Ramirez? [He tries so hard to pronounce that correctly, but his Southern accent still takes over his speech.]

[theugly]

[He lets go, hand flicking right back to his glass again. His fingers itch.]

Sure. [Except he doesn't sound completely convinced.] A man offers you free whiskey, maybe you start to feel a little more at home, you know?

[A beat. Normally he's a little better at the art of conversation. Sorry, Wander.]

And you? You, uh... you seem pretty happy.

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander notices Tuco's reluctance to do anything other than drink, so he decides that it's up to him to cheer up the guest.]

That's so nice that someone got you a free drink! You know, if you said they password, you could've gotten 'em all for free?

[He sits on the counter right in front of Tuco. Now that he's sitting in better light, underneath the mask, necklace and various trinkets, Tuco might notice that Wander's fur isn't completely orange. There are light blue patches on his body.]

Me? Well, I'm having a blast at Dorian's party! Dorian's the fellow that owns this place. He was in charge of makin' all the food and decorations! Isn't it amazing? [He leans even closer to Tuco, hands gripping the edge of the counter.]

[theugly]

[Tuco opens his mouth to cut Wander short (the free whiskey in question came from the password, same as everybody else's) only to shut it just as quickly. It feels like any interjection would be pretty much useless at this point; he poked the tiny, figurative bear with a stick, and now it's going to talk his ear off whether he likes it or not.

...And/or his face, given the sudden shift in location. He quickly leans back like there's a tiny magnetic rejection going on between them.]

Yeah, yeah... [He gives a sort of... grin-grimace combination.] It's almost a little too much, no? I never seen anything like it before. My head, it uh... [He makes a vague wiggly motion with one hand, then gives a twitch of a shrug.] It's a lot to take in.

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander continues to lean forward as he speaks, still grinning.]

Well, if you're even been to a wild party before, it can be overwhelmin'! But once you get used to it, it's the greatest thing ever! [He swings his arms up to emphasize how amazing parties are, according to him.]

Once we visited this planet where this guy was throwin' the biggest party ever, only it was kinda destroyin' everythin' in the process, but we were able to stop him and save the robots. [He tells this entire story quickly, as the current party's more important.] But this one's nice an' safe, so you don't have to worry 'bout anythin'!

So! Enough about me. [He finally sits back and relaxes.] What have you been doin', Tuco?

[theugly]

[......



Wait, no—robots! Like Jeffers, right? Jesus, he actually got that reference! He didn't process any of the rest of it, particularly, but... you know, small victories.]

What have I been doing? [He pulls a face.] You mean here? [He points downwards, pausing for all of half a second, before barrelling straight on.] I don't know, I mean... I been heading out a lot. Getting the lay of the land, you know? [A sudden winning grin sends his cheeks up to bunch under his eyes.] A couple more weeks, I'm gonna be a guide. You ever need to get somewhere? [Ohhhh look at that prideful little head-tilt. He jerks his thumb back.] Come to Tuco.

[folkscallmewander]

[He wasn't talking. Maybe he's just amazed at Wander's story.]

Well, yeah, right here. [He tilts his head. Is Tuco alright? He looks a bit distressed. He's probably still nervous because he's new here, and not a frequent traveler.]

Oh! A guide? [He holds his hand up and points a finger in the air.] So you're gonna be helpin' folks all around town, right? [He leans forward again.] Maybe we should can even explore outside the town, too! I've been meanin' to, but as of lately it's gotten more dangerous. You've been hearin' 'bout those creepers, right? [His smile leaves for a moment.] They hurt Mister Dorian real bad.

Good thing the town's real nice and big, so there's still a buncha interestin' things to do here!

[theugly]

[He listens, humming briefly at the mention of the creeper, but otherwise he's silent. Once Wander's finished, he waves his hand in a kind of so-so gesture.]

Out there, I help a man get where he needs to go. My job is to make sure they alive when they come back the other side. Here? [He smiles humourlessly.] Here I relax, comprendes? [On cue, he takes another long sip of his drink.] Somebody needs help around here, they going to have to whine to some other poor bastard.

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander nods excitedly as Tuco speaks, but suddenly stops when he reaches that last sentence.]

Oh, um, sorry 'bout that. Wasn't sure what guides did inside the city. [He tells himself that it's a good thing corrected him before he got himself into trouble.] But at least you can give 'em some pointers if they ask you 'bout directions.

[theugly]

[That brief loss of confidence seems like old news at this point. As ridiculous as Wander initially seemed, it now feels relatively natural speaking to... him? It? Regardless, he waves Wander's apology off.]

Sure. Lucky for them, I know how to point just fine. [On cue, he wiggles a whole set of pointable fingers.] But what about you, chango? How's a... [What's a diplomatic way of phrasing it?] How's an orange and blue man keep himself busy around here?

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander sighs in relief.]

That's good to know! Folks'll ask for help whenever you don't expect! [He says so with a tone of understanding as he shrugs and raises his hands.]

Well, first off, I'm normally all orange. The blue's a bit of a mishap with some medicine, but it'll come off eventually. [He giggles.]An' mostly, I've been explorin' the town and helpin' Braska out in his shop, that's the blue-haired fella with the pretty robes, I'm sure you'll find him here. I've been meanin' to go outside sometimes, but everyone tells me that it's too dangerous. But that's okay, there's plenty of stuff to do here!

[theugly]

[Dryly:] A lot of blue going around, huh? [As soon as he says it, up goes a hand, as if to say, "Don't answer that."] But uh... sure. It's a little dangerous. Especially when you small enough to carry. [He smirks, only there's a sort of mock-thoughtfulness going on with the rest of his face.] But who knows? Maybe the creepers are terrified of orange! Or - [dramatic finger point] - maybe you're like a cat!

[folkscallmewander]

I know, I have to be careful sometimes. [Which is why he always travels with his best friend.]

I dunno 'bout that. I'm not exactly a cat! See? [He stands on the counter and lifts his arms, turning around.] No ears, no tail, an' I don't purr. [He stops.] But if I sounded like a cat, would they tell?