Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed

[ofmyth]

WHO: Thor (ofmyth), Loki (selfimage), a bunch of booze, and everyone!
WHERE: Safehouse 2.0
WHEN: Late afternoon, evening, night on the 28th.
WHAT: Some people took down the monster, some people kept the group safe, some people snuck off to steal booze. They can all celebrate together.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: This is a post-event mingle! Loki stole a bunch of alcohol and Thor is going to make sure everyone gets some. Debrief, have fun, get wreckt, prepare for tfln the next morning.
Tag your own/check individual threads for specific warnings.

[When Loki hears the news of the Godzilla's demise, it takes a moment to sink in. There were doubts when a handful of the refugees wanted to run out and play hero, especially with their lack of abilities (for those who had them). He expected Thor to come back content on his involvement at best, broken and nursing his own failure, at worst. This? This is better than the best, and it's worthy of celebration. I's hard not to be pleased, hard not to congratulate; it's Thor's victory post the fall of Asgard, and Loki's sure that he's reveling in it.

Then, comes the booze: all different bottle shapes and sizes, some dark with lighter liquid, others opaque filled with something that has a more amber tint. It's unloaded carefully by all of them, messily lined up on the frames of one of the cots..

Thor looks to be almost a different creature than the moping, sullen thing he'd been since they arrived in the safehouse. Getting to his feet he stands taller, shoulders held back, a bright look in his eyes. Loki backs him up, tinking a metal spoon against one of the bottles to get everyone's attention. As Thor speaks he looks around the room, seeking out the eyes of everyone present.]

Seven days ago we were strangers. We were brought into an underground bunker, unsure of who we were and how we had come here. Some were angry, some afraid, others unsure. It's thanks to the aid and kindness of Gaby and El that we survived at all, here in this foreign city. Today, we have proven we will not merely surivive here.

[Thor hasn't met everyone here, but that's ultimately not the point. In his mind they are in this together, for better or worse. There is a 'we' who celebrate together now just as much as there is a 'they' who are responsible for their being here.]

Today we have repaid Gaby her kindness. Today we have protected not only her people here in the safehouse, but the people of the city. Today we have proved our strength to ourselves, to the city, to any who are watching us. Today, we set fear in the heart of our captor. [He seems to relish that last one most of all.]

Seven days ago we had little to celebrate. Today we raise a toast—[Up goes his bottle, held high and triumphant.] To us! To what we have done today! To victory!

[Loki chimes in, shaking the little bottle in his hand.] To New Amsterdam!

[Thor's arm is held high while others raise their drinks, then Thor upends his to drain it in a long pull.]

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KICKS DOOR OPEN / ota

[persists]

[ It seems they were some band of merry transports. Only days ago was the whiplash of mood and emotions at an all time high, conflict and confusion running rampant among them. Of course, with the impending doom of the city — some people played hero, a role that Ciri was a bit use to. She's amused by this, elated someone took the damn beast down without causing chaos among the ranks.

It's somber until the speech occurs, until they celebrate not only survival but a heroism not many people would.

It's hard for her to feel out of place, despite being some strangers and some acquaintances. Ciri raises her heavy bottle of ale with approval. Whether it's to the two Asgardians or just anyone near by, she speaks in an amused tone: ]

Certainly know how to raise the spirits of the group...

[ Once the crowd mingles, Ciri can also be a bit drunk later on. This includes:

a. opening up to her back history
b. arm wrestling someone
c. overdoing it and needing assistance after hurling chunks.

This is stressful, y'all. ]

{ c, though i'd love some a as well! }

[frostedplum]

Omigosh, omigosh.

[ Mei rushes over with a fistful of napkins and very rosy cheeks to see if Ciri needs help. ]

Here; to wipe your mouth.

a, with some water

[timemachine]

[You know what? She's just going to make sure everyone here gets some water, because Jesus Christ. She is not fucking dealing with a bunch of drunk people and they're probably going to bitch in the morning or throw up everything.

Ugh, she hates this.]

Here. [It's a glass of water, she will make sure Ciri drinks it.]

[selfimage]

[ it's difficult for Loki not to gaze somewhat fondly at his brother in his moment of pride. it's been ... well, difficult probably falls short of the truth. everything always seems to be complicated with their family, with Asgard, and with anything that may come hungering for power.

to see Thor's spirits higher than what they were at his arrival was nice. ]

He's had a lot of practice.

[ but he really is his father's son. ]

[secondnature]

[Anyone might notice that Keith isn't really drinking much tonight. The good thing is that he isn't returning to working out. He looks like he needs some rest and a good night of sleep, but he's up and enjoying himself with everyone else—in his own way. He knows about morale and all that stuff, and the importance of it. Internalizing it for himself as well as the people around him isn't always easy, but he's doing his best.

He spots Ciri at some point when she lacks a bottle and he has a bottle. All night he's been passing them off. This is no different.]

Want it? [The bottle is open, but he hasn't had a sip. As far as he knows, no one did before it was handed to him, but he hadn't been paying attention.] Since you—uh. Since you don't have any. Right now.

c-ish

[covertness]

[ bobbi doesn't know the woman currently hurling, and besides, there's someone else already helping. so she notices that it's happening and then pretends not to have noticed for a while. best not to call attention to it.

after a while, though, once ciri is on her own, she wanders over. ]

You all right?

C? with some A?

[evenslimmer]

[ Scott's also hiding in the bathroom, as much to be a wallflower and gain a little breath of privacy as well as...just drink some water, and be close, just in case. He's learned this lesson before. He doesn't have any desire to be caught awkwardly mid-vomit again.

Hard to resist the sympathy vomit when you're pretty drunk and somebody's puking in the stall next to you. ]

Hey. [ He leans his head against the stall wall, trying to will the nausea down. ] Are you still alive, over there?

how to have a good party, with thor

[ofmyth]

Step 1: Make friends

[Thor has clearly done this before. 'This' being 'drink until there's more alcohol in you than blood,' but also 'make sure everyone else is having a good time'.

He has an unending stream of stories to tell about his past adventures, to anyone who's in the mood for a story.] Ah, you should have seen me after Asgard's victory over the Frost Giants! I drank for a week straight!

[He'll approach anyone sitting by themselves as well, offering them a drink if they don't have one already.] Come, join us. There is much to celebrate today.

Step 2: don't forget to eat

[A few hours in, though, he realises a) that he's actually drunker than he thought and b) he's starving again. So he'll head to the kitchen to cook up something. He'll make sure there's enough for anyone else who wants some, accepting help with either preparing, cooking, or enjoying it when it's all spread over the tables.]

step 3: make good friends

[What's a party without a little flirting? Or a lot of flirting, because Thor is incapable of doing anything by halves.]

Aye, it was a big monster. But I've fought bigger. [Okay so maybe he's not great at it, help him out here.]

Step 4: blame loki for everything

[In time he and his brother will have a moment to themselves. Thor holds out his bottle to toast Loki.] A lucky thing you just happened upon all this, brother.

Step 5: that doesn't exactly sound like blame, Thor

[selfimage]

[ hey, he's a good-for-nothing thief and it's paid off. ]

No more lucky than a group of an eclectic mix of inter-dimensional abductees taking down an a giant, lizard-like beast without access to their full potentials.

[ Loki leans back to clink one glass against the next. ]

Considering the odds I should have found more.

step 2: y'all need jesus and to sober up

[timemachine]

[There are a lot of things Akane can put up with. Murder, being drugged, stealing, things that bad people do, but the one thing she draws the line at is drinking and being around drunk people. People actually allowing their own senses to be dulled as some kind of recreation, she doesn't get it. Maybe it's her own experiences with being drugged that makes her not want to drink and leave herself vulnerable.

Oh well, she'll still try to take care of everyone as she looks at the assortment of food she stole from the store. Thank God she has a car because this made it that much easier. So she's making some meals that are probably good for sobering up, including a lot of rice and some chicken. Also pouring lots of glasses of water so she can eventually hand out.

What she is surprised by is someone entering the kitchen and looking like they're going to cook... drunk.]

Um, is there anything I can help you make?

[Because she doesn't want the new safehouse being set on fire.]

{ step 3 }

[frostedplum]

[ Mei knows she isn't much of a drinker, and no one has been pressuring her to drink too much, but with all the laughter and stories, she's lost track of just how many she's had and has entered the "giggle at everything" stage of drunkenness. With bright pink cheeks from the alcohol, she sits with her chin in her hand, giggling at everything Thor says, with occasional commentary. ]

How much bigger?

step 1!

[retravel]

[ Somehow, Fitz didn't think that he'd ever meet Thor in the flesh. And if he did, Coulson and Sif would be there, doing most of the talking — but, uh, here he is, knocking back stolen spirits with an Avenger. He wonders if Thor and Loki still have superhuman alcohol tolerance, or if they're about to find out how bad hangovers can be for the average Joe. ]

Wow, that's very — [ concerning? ] — impressive. [ a week... he musters a smile. ] Is that the normal celebration length...

YOU ASKED FOR THIS, #3

[evenslimmer]

[ Scott...does not have the slightest clue what's happening right now! Even though Thor possesses all the subtlety of rancid Asgardian goat stink. This can be attributed to his fundamental lack of experience with parties, and also with flirting. (It wasn't a strain to imagine what his older self saw in Jean, or Emma Frost, but it sure remains a mystery what the hell they saw in him.) ]

I...think I have?

[ He's a bit drunker than he intended to be, on account of the pain in his leg. So it's really hard to remember just how big the monsters in Miami were. ]

Maybe not. But I feel like she probably would have made them bigger if she could have.

[ Because, well, that's just...the impression of his future mad clone ex-wife has presented...in her unnervingly sexy way. ]

2

[strove]

[Carbs are good at times like this, though Clarke gets distracted when she hits the kitchen and finds Thor rummaging around for food. She's not really of a mind to scold him for cooking. Besides, she's more concerned about one aspect of his physique: his hands. From all his stories, he's definitely been in a fight like this before. She'd been right. He needed to be on their side fighting.

She sets down her drink where she is, grabs a box full of crackers and something that she can't identify, and carries it over to him.]

A trade. You get the box. You let me look at your hands.

[She is not sober enough to really be providing care right now, but hey ...]

step 3: "friends"

[covertness]

[ they already know each other, beyond bobbi knowing of him long before she ever woke up in new amsterdam. they know each other, but he talks of fighting monsters and gestures in a way that showcases his muscles, whether on purpose or not, and bobbi thinks oh, why the hell not?.

part of it is calculation. part of it is simple genuine (carnal) interest. so she grins at him. ] Tell me about the biggest monster you've ever fought.

step 3

[duskmeadow]

[ The party is familiar in a way that makes Vax ache. He and Vex had both been doing a fair job of functioning without the rest of Vox Machina at their sides, but when all was said and done, Vax can't help but feel their absence. It's an ever present ache that he can't seem to leave behind, even as he tips from group to group collecting drinks and trading congratulations.

Settling alongside Thor is oddly soothing. There's a blurry similarity to Grog that Vax appreciates. ]

How much bigger? [ Vax asks, sprawling back in his seat. ] That thing was pretty big.

[ A beat. ]

Though not as big as the dragon my friends and I fought.

[ Hint, hint. ]

ota!

[strove]

[Has Clarke ever had a moment in which she's been a part of a victory celebration? The answer is a "no," because every time she's had an opportunity, something's blown up in her face. Mount Weather arrived. Lexa betrayed her. The second nuclear apocalypse was happening. She was dying on a lab room floor or trying to steal away a bunker from hundreds of people outside of it. So, no.

That isn't to say she's never been to a party. She's done Unity Day celebrations, and given Thor's speech, this feels a lot more like that than anything else. She can have fun, though. She's done it before. She's partied before, in the days and months before her father had been arrested and floated. But yeah, a lot of good things for Clarke end in bad things.

She'll be treating this evening's celebration as a good thing that won't end in a bad thing. It isn't like one of Jasper's parties around Arkadia while they waited out their final weeks. It's celebrating life and the future, so—she'll join in. In her own way, that is.

Things Clarke will be doing:

a. messing with her neural implant while not yet paying attention to the drink in her hand, seeming a bit distant. She'll be looking for an art application.
b. sullenly drinking finally, but being a wallflower of sorts. Smiling at people's jokes but never seeming to join in. This is a departure from her younger self, but she still feels so removed from all of that these days, and it shows.
c. overtime coming in to join in on any drinking games, or trying to decide if she wants to, because the drink will help her toward that.

Overall, Clarke isn't a "drink loudly and share stories" type, but she's there, and won't be seen without a drink in her hand. Get her talking and she'll bound to be less uptight than normal.]

[timemachine]

[At some point in the night, Akane will be handing Clarke a glass of water. She's getting to everyone so maybe people have noticed her by now being that one person that's mother henning the group because why? Why are they all getting drunk?]

Here.

[And she's going to stand there and make sure that glass of water is drunk. Yes, she's going to be that spoilsport.]

b.

[selfimage]

[ so maybe this was part of the plan, maybe it wasn't, Loki doesn't divulge. whatever his intentions were, he seems to be having a good time. after backing up Thor he mingles like a pro, weaving in and out of people he both does and doesn't know, making smalltalk and cracking a few jokes that get either brief laughter or awkward looks. he looks pleased with either. ]

He really gets into it. [ but there's some fondness in his voice, he can't help it. ] But he has a certain knack for it, so I can't complain.

[ also, he has drink, so he doubly can't complain. ]

ota!

[secondnature]

[The battle was rough on Keith. Every battle is rough on Keith. He's the type of guy who always pushes himself far past his limits. Some of the flying of cars had been refreshing. Having to deal with all of that was the kind of adrenaline rush that came easily. But there were other aspects: attacking the monster head on, needing to help chip away at its legs, and more that really exhausted him. Plus, he has the bruises to show.

Keith knows that what he wants and what he should do are two separate things. He's not opposed to merriment. In fact, he's ready for it, even if he's not leading the charge. He won't ... sit somewhere alone. He could. That's what he wants to do. He just knows he shouldn't, and they accomplished something big here.

The thing is, Keith isn't really going to drink. He won't go without one, being a part of the great party, but that doesn't mean he intends to take down the contents. So:

a. for the most part, Keith will occasionally get a whiff of whatever's in front of him and then pass it off to someone looking for a new drink. Presumably, a new something will be passed to him before long.
b. Sitting with everyone and laughing with everyone, but rarely chiming in himself.
c. Which really applies to this entire experience: Keith is likely to "uh" and "um" his way through any encounters or anyone being cheerful to him. How's that for a reply to an icebreaker?
d. He'll look after anyone who's worse for wear once they're well in their cups, well aware that he's not really in that state. Keith doesn't have a gentle hand, though, so there's likely to be some hilarity involved.

After all, while Keith went to the Galaxy Garrison and kids snuck off with special alcohol-related hookups a lot, Keith wasn't ... that kind of bad kid. He was antisocial and no one was likely to ask him to join in on a party. He screwed up so many training exercises throughout the years that he's never really been the type to be included. But he likes being around good company, so he's here now.]

a.

[selfimage]

[ when Thor mingles, Loki leaves his side to do the same. there were a few tidbits about Keith that made him easy to spot: the worn down, and the bruises and scratches that come with victory. even though Loki ran more than he fought, he was an Asgardian, and he knew battle and the feelings a good win brought.

so, Loki comes to share, offering Keith a sip of whatever it is that he's drinking. ]

You're quiet. You were on the front lines, weren't you?

[ he's buzzed enough to be pleasant, to come off a little less like he's weaving a grand scheme in his head while he talks. ]

ota

[timemachine]

[Akane is the spoilsport of this group. Like, she gets it that this is a party and a celebration, but she hates drinking so much. She hates that people are getting drunk when there are probably better ways to celebrate. And they're doing this on an empty stomach. It's probably laughable that she condones a lot of things, but she draws the line at drinking and for no good reason either.

But she's still wearing her 'ideal' woman facade so she'll be

a. in the kitchen making a buttload of food to sober everyone up.
b. out and about trying to get everyone to drink water.
or
c. for those fuckers who refuse, she'll put water in empty beer bottles and hand them out. They're probably too fucking drunk by this point to know it's water.

She's sure they'll thank her in the morning.

Maybe she'll make pancakes in the morning for those with hangovers if she feels like it.]

c.

[selfimage]

[ as one of those fuckers who refused, he's not surprised that he gets a bottle full of water. he does, however, drink the whole thing. not just sips, but in one long gulp. when he's finished, he wipes the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, offering her a long, skeevy looking smile. ]

That's curious—I never thought I'd be served by the ants that showed up to a picnic.

[ it's an easy tease, his voice light. he's got quite a pleasant buzz and there's not much that's going to ruin it. ]

ota!

[evenslimmer]

[ Scott's not big on parties. It's just...hard, for him. Social situations in general come with an incredible internal struggle to relax, just a little, just enough to try and move with the flow. If he's not on the field, not in the middle of a fight or a crisis or just plain buried in work, he still doesn't really know what to do.

And it feels a bit odd to be toasted. He's a bit more visibly one of the heroes of the hour— a rough fall from one of the cars left him with a twisted ankle by the end, and an incredibly bruised leg and hip. All bandaged and splinted now, of course. But still. He just did what felt right. It's his job, to do these things. On average, people do not make a big deal of thanking the X-Men for saving the day. And while it's not bad, it's increased the awkwardness he feels by at least threefold.

a. if offered a drink, he'll take it. He will drink it, mostly out of awkwardness, inexperienced enough to misjudge both his own tolerance and the actual alcohol content of the drink. It's rude to refuse a drink, right? At most, he might take a drink, make a face and go: ]

Oh, wow, that's a little strong.

[ And maybe abandon it shortly. But since he helped take on a giant monster, the drinks keep making their way to him eventually.

b. finding a wall and embracing his best life as a wallflower— insomuch as he can, with one leg beat to hell and back. It's not that he's unfriendly! Anyone who approaches, he's more than happy to engage, his face slightly red with either nerves or maybe a little tipsiness. There's plenty of space on the wall for company. But he's visibly stiff and out of his element with the concept of relaxing, and uncertain how to make his way from the edges of things into the middle. Or if he even wants to.

c. fiddling with the pair of red shades he lifted from a store. He doesn't really need them, and yet he can't really decide: does he want them on, or off? He feels better with them on. But then he remembers he's not going to wreck anything just by looking at it (theoretically), and he takes them off again. Or he pulls them out of his jacket pocket, flicking them open like he means to put them on— and then catching himself, and putting them back away again. Or just. Messing with them a lot.

But he's so used to wearing sunglasses at night, they'll be back on his face again before he knows it. Particularly as he gets drunker, and starts to feel less...in control. ]

c.

[selfimage]

[ with an easy flick of his wrist, he utilizes his skills as a dirty sneak and seizes the pair of red glasses from Scott's pocket. using them in a grand gesture as an extension of his hand, he says: ]

Thor said you were here.

[ then looks at Scott.

with his own glasses on. ]

[deicider]

Sniper's one of the stragglers, in later than the rest of the team Leeroy Jenkins Kaiju kill. Partially because they'd had a long, winding walk back trying to avoid the UNA and NAPD swarming into the area for clean up, partially because what was now officially their kaiju-slaying rifle had to be broken down and stashed for later pick up. From the day their transport crashed Sniper has never been anything but upbeat and brimming with energy and whether it's the high from killing the kaiju, or just their disposition, the excitement of the day hasn't worn them down at all.

One of the first things they had looted before the takedown was a change of clothes—specifically a hoodie, and they'd grabbed a medical mask out of a drugstore so with the hood up and the mask on their features were mostly concealed. They hadn't wanted their face on camera lugging around that enormous rifle (or stealing for that matter). They tug both down as they walk in, tipping their nose to the air. "There's food? I'm starving."

A. In general Sniper's good at socializing. They're happy to chat in between bites of food, about their part in the plan or the kaiju in general; they're curious if anyone ever seen anything like it, and what it's purpose here might have been. Questions about how they came to be able to competently use a tactical rifle, well, Sniper's good at managing conversations away from topics .

B. Though they'll be around the main party, they mostly stay away from drinking, just taking occasional sips, only playing in games where they can manage their intake. Their tolerance had never been high and was probably abysmal now. They still only have one workable hand, which is a good excuse to set down drinks often.

C. Someone probably brought music to this party. Sniper's a competent dance partner and not shy about grabbing wallflowers to dance with.

D. After everyone is thoroughly drunk and trending towards sleepy, Sniper wanders back into the kitchen under the guise of cleaning up a bit. Really they're flipping through the access on their implant, but they're familiar enough with this kind of technology that they can do that and wipe counters.

A!

[ofmyth]

"There you are, friend!" Whatever Sniper's doing, Thor appears from behind them, clapping one hand on their shoulder. "I've been looking for you all evening."

Bottle in one hand, Thor holds the free one out to offer Sniper a handshake. "I've seen few finer shots made in all my years. You ought be proud."

jim holden loves coffee more than he loves you, ota

[dealign]

[ it's probably a bad idea to get drunk. it's probably a bad idea, but hell, holden figures at this stage, they all deserve some down time. he just wishes he had his crew here -- but then the truth is, if there was any downtime, alex and amos would've wandered off immediately, anyway. maybe in a few drinks more, he'll be able to pretend that's what's happened here.

for now, he raises his drink as well and mutters a "to keeping people safe" under his breath. naomi's words echo in his mind, as they so often do: we have to do good where we can, when we can. he misses her. he's been missing her even before all this.

right. he needs another drink. ]

Where did all of this stuff even come from? [ he muses while he goes to find another drink.

throughout the evening, he can be found

a. quietly nursing drink after drink in a corner, just watching people
b. dancing (very badly) later on, decidedly not quite sober anymore
c. drunkenly searching for coffee somewhere near midnight ]

a.

[selfimage]

[ half leaning over the table behind him, he's a sneaky little weasel. with his elbows against the flat surface, and his palms to his chin, his bright eyes linger knowingly on him. ]

Did you say something?

[ he asks with a hint of a smirk. ]

bellamy blake / closed.

[deployed]

[ hmu @ pogonophile if you'd like a starter! ]

murphy.

[deployed]

Here.

[ Bellamy's arrival is heralded by a glass of something sweet-smelling he'd taken off Loki. Where Clarke's turned thoughtful as she adapts, Murphy's...unreadable. Bellamy can't get a clear read on how he's reacting, other than the shared sense of apprehension that rebounds between them each time their skin connects. He's tried to minimize that contact. It feels intrusive, and the immediate blue glow that sparks up makes Bellamy uneasy. He puts the cup down at Murphy's elbow. ]

What do you think?

[ Of the party? Of their position in this world? Of the monsters? It's a deliberately open-ended question, just prompting to get Murphy talking. They've only been dropped back into each other's company for a short period of time, but Bellamy doesn't think Murphy's going to be all that shy to start sharing his opinions. ]