[Welcome Party | Open Mingle Log!]

[superissues]

Who: Open to all, residents and non-residents of Baldr!
What: As promised/threatened here Kon is throwing a party.
When: Day 186
Where: Baldr Welcome Hall -- specifically the living room, kitchen and dining room.
Rating: S for Supermanly. Um, should be safe for general consumption?

[Superboy has not been wasting the time he's been in Asgard in idle contemplation of the grey scenery or in throwing hissy fits about his predicament -- no wait, he did do that. But in addition to wasting his time and throwing the odd super-tantrum, he has also been raiding the Baldr kitchen for junk food, rearranging the furniture for greater capacity to mingle and acquiring a CD deck and some phat tunes. The end result?

This welcome party is jumping, with the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin.'Straight to the point, and the point is -- party at Baldr and you're invited!]

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[A very confused-looking Pyro descends the stairs when the bass from the stereo starts to rattle his molars and enters the living room, glancing around. Is this seriously -]

- a house party? Really?

[superissues]

I know, right? I can't believe no one thought of this yet.

[Have a cheerful wave from where Kon stands, checking out the Hall's CD collection.]

So, hey. You're a neighbour?

[samantha_grey]

See, one of the funnier things is that some people hadn't necessarily been paying attention to the invite. In fact, they might not have even noticed the announcement or the presence of yet another new person. There were other reasons people visited Baldr, after all.

Sam had at least two of them. But, at the moment, she had her hands on her ears, tail lashing behind her while she tried to remember who she'd come to visit.

"What the hell happened here?"

As if having Baldr glaring at the back of her head wasn't bad enough already.

[superissues]

"You don't recognise a party when you see one? Just what the hell have you guys been doing here anyway? Don't worry -- Superboy is on the case."

Here, Sam. Have a drink pressed into one hand, a plate of snacks pushed into the other and a dude in primary colours ushering you inside. "It's a pretty simple concept. You mingle a little, maybe dance a little, laugh, talk, try not to throw up on anyone's shoes -- you know, fun."

[ex_outofcontrol435]

"Hey, it's the resident demon."

He's leaning against the wall in the universal posture of cool, one leg bent with his foot propped up against the wall, toying with his lighter.

"You weren't kidding about the smell. I thought you didn't like Baldrs, anyway?"

[fishdouche]

Eridan spots her from across the room and is by her side in less than a minute, huffing petulantly. He motions towards the milling group of people with a wave of his ring bedecked hands before poking in the dead center of Samantha's chest.

"You. This is somehoww all your fault. I knoww it. Fuckin' harpy."

[occulthymns]

[Euri is covering her ears as she enters. The music is more than a little loud.

Okay, more than a little loud. But this is exactly the kind of thing that will keep her from moping in the mushroom all alone.

She's glancing around as she enters.]

Is this really music?

[superissues]

If you can still hear, it's not loud enough.

[Superboy is meeting and greeting, yes. Here, grab yourself some finger food.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Pyro notices her, then averts his gaze and takes a sip of his drink. His other hand holds the everpresent lighter, although he's not playing with it right now; it's just his anchor, his reminder not to forget what's really important in all the madness.]

[fluturi]

No, it's the screams of mutilated children filtered through the crying of newborn infants.

[HEY THERE EURI HI welcome to his house, it sucks a lot.]

...It's music.

[fishdouche]

[Eridan strides into the room with more than a little dramatic flare, cape fluttering in the breeze created by his long strides. He stands near the center of the room, arms crossed over his chest for a long moment as he glares in the general direction of the sound system. He waves his hands in a large arc, throwing them up over his head.]

Wwho the FUCK'S idea wwas this?!

[And more importantly, why the fuck hadn't he been invited? ... Even though he had been. Do you people actually expect him to pay attention to that annoying bangle around his wrist?]

[superissues]

Superboy. Hey, how you doing?

[Dramatic cape fluttering, huh. Stop it, Eridan, you're spoiling him. Kon's coming over to say hi, with a drink to give Eridan.]

We've been expecting you.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Don't look at me, man, I just -

[And then he actually gets a look at the guy he's talking to, and he takes an involuntary step backward. Whoa. He'd been warned about it, but seeing it was a whole other thing.]

- wait, I know this one. Troll?

[occulthymns]

[Sup Eridan, Euri's gotten herself a drink by now and wanders on over.]

Too loud for you? [Since he lives upstairs and all.]

[fluturi]

[Oh, look, it's like the only troll he likes in this place. Don't mind Nick walking up to you, not looking very amused at all of this.]

Superboy's, apparently.

[fluturi]

[Oh, look, it's a resident of Baldr! How nice.]

[Except...he doesn't look at all that happy to be here, nope. HE WANTED PEACE AND QUIET, DARN IT.]

Okay, somebody tell me whose idea was this so I can punch them in the face.

[superissues]

That'd be me. Hi. Superboy.

[talking_dead]

[After returning from home, Norman's found himself taking walks away from Hel's graveyard and towards more livelier places. However, as much as he's fine with wandering people-filled streets, Baldr's House is a little over his head. There's music echoing from within with people about, and this is something Norman would avoid at all costs back home. This time seems to be different though, and Norman moves a little closer than his comfort would normally allow to peek inside.]

[superissues]

Party's inside little dude! Not out. Come on in.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[There's a low whistle from just beside the door.]

That is some hair.

[adventurous]

[ okay, why not? Hilda heard on the network that there was a party, and there was no way she was going to pass up something potentially fun (and with free food)! she hasn't been out with Samurott for awhile on top of it, so this would be a good opportunity for both of them to get some fresh air.

so yeah, incoming teenage girl and her giant otter. she first makes her way to the kitchen to rustle up some food plates, and once she's done that they move to the living room to chow down and check out the crowd of people forming. what a couple of freeloaders!

approach? ]

[superissues]

Sorry if you hear this a lot but -- is that a giant otter wearing a shell?

[holyfight]

[and here's a non-Baldr, showing up with a big tray of finger foods like crackers with octopus wieners, grapes, and cheese]

Oh! I hope I'm not late!

[superissues]

You kidding? The party doesn't start till Orihime walks in -- especially if she's bringing food.

You're a life-saver, you know that?

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Pyro turns around from the stereo, curious about the chirpy voice, and -

Whoa. Whoa.

Are those real? Are those even physically possible? And does she realize she's hauling around the best rack he's seen outside of illicit magazines?