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halfbloodhill_logs2014-04-19 03:03 pm
habitually) wrote in halfbloodhill_logs2014-04-19 03:03 pm
joyeux anniversaire, cosette!
Who: How many people can we fit in a cabin again?
What: Celebrating Cosette's birthday
When: Night, Saturday, April 19th
Where: Dionysus cabin
Why: Why not?it has nothing to do with trying to impress Cosette
Did someone say sweet sixteen? Because if the Dionysus cabin is nigh empty, it's time to throw a party in it. And if it's being hosted by a son of Dionysus, you can bet it's going to be over the top (and probably end with it getting shut down by the end of the night). Hey, at least it's a Saturday (well, this time it is...) The beds are pushed against the wall, leaving a dance floor ready to be filled.
The cabin's dimly lit with its usual stereo system pumping loud dance music for the first time since R's siblings have, for various reasons, left camp. Along with the glittering disco ball throwing light around, glow sticks and other colored lights have also appeared, turning the cabin into the closest these demigods are going to get to a night club without going outside the boundaries. There's a table lined with salty snacks and punch (no it's not spiked, R is trying not to get kicked out of camp, as much as he might toe that line). There's also a space for cake-- someone will bring one right?-- and for presents to be stacked on.
If you need your host, you'll find Grantaire behind the control system with a pair of Beats on his head picking what terribly popular, loud pop music to play next. It's not his cup of tea, but for Cosette he'll play all the Ke$ha and One Direction remixes he'll find. But you can get his attention if you try hard enough.
What: Celebrating Cosette's birthday
When: Night, Saturday, April 19th
Where: Dionysus cabin
Why: Why not?
Did someone say sweet sixteen? Because if the Dionysus cabin is nigh empty, it's time to throw a party in it. And if it's being hosted by a son of Dionysus, you can bet it's going to be over the top (and probably end with it getting shut down by the end of the night). Hey, at least it's a Saturday (well, this time it is...) The beds are pushed against the wall, leaving a dance floor ready to be filled.
The cabin's dimly lit with its usual stereo system pumping loud dance music for the first time since R's siblings have, for various reasons, left camp. Along with the glittering disco ball throwing light around, glow sticks and other colored lights have also appeared, turning the cabin into the closest these demigods are going to get to a night club without going outside the boundaries. There's a table lined with salty snacks and punch (no it's not spiked, R is trying not to get kicked out of camp, as much as he might toe that line). There's also a space for cake-- someone will bring one right?-- and for presents to be stacked on.
If you need your host, you'll find Grantaire behind the control system with a pair of Beats on his head picking what terribly popular, loud pop music to play next. It's not his cup of tea, but for Cosette he'll play all the Ke$ha and One Direction remixes he'll find. But you can get his attention if you try hard enough.
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But on the other hand? Hey, party. And he likes Cosette, so...here he is. Tim is perched on his shoulder, wearing a tiny party hat, so they're in business for a while. He can't help but warily eye the punch though.]
Tell me you didn't find a way to spike that?
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No, no, not this time. [ With a wry smile. ] Dad's not happy with me. Gotta lie low for at least a little while.
[ This is as "lying low" as he gets. It's dad's fault. ]
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[He can't help but grin as he ladles some punch out there then.]
I think I like your version of laying low.
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[ Over a laugh as he grabs punch, raising it to him before he drinks the glass quickly. ]
But hey, can't lie too low; people will think I'm sick or something.
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Or, even worse, dead. People thinking you were dead could probably get inconvenient.
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Your senses of humor could get along.
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[Feuilly's grinning a bit.]
I could maybe see that, sure.
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By the way, I like your buddy here. He looks very-- festive. [ Offering a bit of pretzel to Tim. ]
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[Feuilly's grinning as Tim accepts the pretzel between his paws and nibbles.]
Oh Tim's very into social events and meeting new people. Well, and I didn't want to come back and find out he'd chewed on a notebook in revenge or something.
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[And he's smirking right back.]
I think if it was actual revenge, it would be a whole lot worse and I'd have to go rat whisperer or something. Which would be weird and kinda creepy.
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[ Cocking his head. ] Pretty sure I stole that from somewhere. Maybe that Hemlock series, the one with the British detective.
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