( open ) ❧ johnny's party (come get it)

[suburbias]

Who: Johnny and everyone ever.

What: The party of the month -- NAH, THE PARTY OF THE YEAR.

Where: Cabin 12.

When: September 28th.

Why: Walkin' round the house like who's the man? (Nobody can do it like Johnny can.)

So, that whole Red Room business was, to put it plainly, whack as hell. Everyone at camp's spirits are way down. Johnny's spirits are way down, to say the very least.

See, Johnny hates feeling like he's trapped. Now, after that debacle? He pretty much feels like a caged animal, stuck here and left to pace back and forth with no real goals, no real anything to look forward to. That's where Heather's incredible, incredible suggestion comes in.

Why not throw a party? After all, he's a Dionysus kid. That's pretty much what they're born to do.

It's taken about a week of heavy preparation, but he's done it. By the time he sends out his short Iris Message (it's pretty weird, seeing as he's practically sitting in the dark, lit only by the cabin's blacklight), it's evident that he's already set everything up, decorations visible faintly in the background, music playing as he reminds the campers that it starts tonight, at 8 PM, though it's not too loud (yet).

Upon arriving, campers will notice the very purposeful selection of only rock and pop punk-y kind of music (and no slow songs, sorry Certain Camp Couples) and a table full of strawberry Slurpees (strawberries... Dionysus... it's a thing, he guesses), the cabin's furniture cleared off to the sides to make an impromptu dance floor. And then there's Johnny, lurking by the sound system, fiercely protective of his precious tunes. Don't mess. (Or, maybe mess, if you so choose.)

He may not know a whole lot of people at camp, but he does know Heather, and knows how persuasive the daughter of Venus can be, so. Party at the Dionysus cabin!

( ooc: I figure everyone can post their own starters and tag around and mingle? HAVE FUNNNN! )

Comments

[excusing]

[ All the fine girls couldn't turn it down, especially Heather since she's the self-proclaimed World's Greatest Winglady and everyone's partner in crime. Her entire day was spent making sure everyone knew what was happening, popping up where you least expected her, dropping by your tables during meals, accidentally interrupting your archery practice (sorry)... and so on.

She's around, looking dandy of course, mingling and making sure everyone is having a good time because everyone deserves to have a good time. It helps with her own homesickness.

Watch out, though, she may pull unsuspecting campers out for a dance. ]

[clearasil]

[ There's a honey over here and you probably have met her already since Natalie is a pretty visible presence in camp.

She's shown up a little later than everyone else after doing whatever she does after dinner. Wonder of wonders, she has actually changed out of her camp shirt into a sleeveless denim dress. Wandering along the edge of the cabin, she loosens her ponytail and shakes her hair out, pausing by the slurpee table. ]

Nice.

[perenials]

[ Hey, man, she heard this was an open house. Anna has never actually been inside the Dionysus cabin so when she pokes her head through the front door, her brow is wrinkled uncertainly.

There are a few people about - she's come a little early, as usual. Ever since the Aphrodisia event, she is a bit confused about what her actual feelings are towards Johnny (mostly because she tends to like the scholarly types), but they tend to be favorable. ]

[suburbias]

( Open house?!

Yes. Absolutely.

When Johnny spies Anna enter the cabin looking maybe a little hesitant, he's quick to wave at her - a flailing kind of wave to get her attention (whatever works, or something), gesturing for her to come visit him at the sound system. He's busy queueing up the perfect stream of songs, making sure that each artist that appears more than once is spaced out evenly and no two songs in a row sounds too similar to one another. It's quite the setup. And, since the party's just barely begun, there's certainly more mellow music playing at the moment.

He won't hide the fact that he's visibly happy and almost a little surprised that she came. )

[perenials]

[ When beckoned, Anna will come, though she doesn't feel properly dressed for the occasion. (Meaning: she still looks like a schoolgirl somehow. Probably because it is September and that is simply instinctual.)

This is quite an operation! [ She says admiringly once she reaches the DJ table. This is a DJ table right? She doesn't know. ]

Did you have any help?

[suburbias]

( Oh yeah. DJ table. Totally state of the art. Thanks, dad.

Johnny thinks she looks fine, for the record. But what does he know? He shrugs. ) Not really. I mean, uh ... Gabe's here and there but he's usually off bothering people, I think. Heather helped spread the word since I know, like, five people here, though.

( Yeah, that Gabe dude? His Roman not-brother? Totally gives him the creeps. )

[perenials]

[ Anna, though she would like to think the best of everyone, totally concurs as far as that guy goes. Shudder. Perhaps he may prove them wrong. ]

Well, this will be an excellent opportunity for you to say hello to the others, won't it! I am not nearly as popular as she seems to be and I have been here for quite some time. [ She chuckles. Well, most of her friends have gone home - moment of silence for Julien and Chloe - but she is always happy to make more. ]

[suburbias]

( Perhaps he will. Or... maybe he'll continue being creeper of the century. Only time will tell. )

True that. I mean, Heather's Heather. ( Which is meant to be a good thing. ) She kinda has an advantage over both of us, I think, since she had all of her Roman friends before she got here, too. Then her Venus stuff? Totally just unfair. ( Johnny laughs. He's cool with what he's got, really. No Venus powers necessary. )

[ospreyed]

[Life is good with 10 seconds left, or so Eponine was determined to think for the evening. Party, she'd heard? Well hot damn she was going to be there. More than that, she was more than happy to have a flask tucked into her pocket and some THC in her system. Upon arriving, she'd grabbed up a slurpee and poured her vodka into it promptly. Delicious.

For now, she's good drinking and talking. But later, you bet your ass she's gonna dance.]

[suburbias]

( It's funny how timing works sometimes. Things are going great; then, to his surprise, some people walk in he doesn't recognize.

Johnny's scouting the newer arrivals from afar, inwardly stoked as hell that there's even people he doesn't know at his party. Cool shit. He's definitely gotta repay Heather for this one of these days. For now, though, what catches his eye is the very slight girl that he's positive he doesn't know over by the Slurpees, definitely pouring something into one of the cups. Is she... tampering with one of his Precious Slurpees? Uh oh.

Brow slightly furrowed, he approaches her, leaving the stereo be for the time being. )

Uh, hey.

[ospreyed]

[Hey, the fliers said it was an open house.

Plus. Parties with Eponine Thenardier were always the best parties. Because few could do it like she could. Satisfied that her slurpee now contained alcohol, she took a triumphant sip.

And then there was some kid waltzing over to her.] Uh, hey. [She repeats, darting her head side to side a bit mockingly.]

What? Y'want a slurpee too?

[suburbias]

( Johnny narrows his eyes a bit. She doesn't seem to look particularly ... guilty, or like he caught her doing something bad, or anything. Huh. Weird.

Maybe the blacklights are fucking with his eyes. )

... I got it.

( He'll never turn down a Slurpee, even when he wasn't particularly coming over here for one. Hmm. He takes a pensive sip. )

I'm Johnny.

( You know. Johnny. As in Johnny's party. Johnny M.'s in the house? Here we go? Come with it? )

[ospreyed]

[That may have something to do with the fact that dearest Eponine? Was one of Hermes kids and never looked guilty if she could help it. Even when she'd been caught red-handed.

Of course, she's got no idea he's over here about the alcohol in her slurpee.]

So you're Johnny. [She smiles, taking a step in towards him.] You know how to throw a rockin' party. I was hoping to meet the man himself, but I'm pleased you managed to find me first.

I'm Éponine.

[annieisntokay]

[Annie's guessin' where she's goin' cuz she lost my head, but she'd somehow been convinced by Heather to attend the party. Parties weren't normally her thing, prefering to stand at the back like the wallflower she was and watch. But it's better than spending a night alone in Poseidon cabin... Maybe she'd find Tybalt. Then she could apologize to him for being, well... her.]

[usernameallison]

[Okay, there are some times that Scott is really glad he's at Camp Half-Blood, because over at Camp Jupiter? Even with the sons and daughters and legacies of Bacchus, this sort of thing would not fly. Oh no, the praetors would shut this sort of party down quickly.

But it's cool, and Heather did deliver - this party is awesome. There's even slurpees - before he'd had a sip of Heather's the other day, he hadn't had one of those in ages. He's got one in his hand right now, and he's actually seeking out Johnny himself. He's Heather's best Roman bro, after all; it's only fair that he meets her best buddy from Jingletown and the Greek camp to boot, especially after he's heard so much about him.]

[suburbias]

( Johnny's basically crankin' up the stereo like it's New Years, bouncing to the beat in the soles of his Converses when he spots Scott heading his way, his face lighting up as he even spots a Slurpee in his hand. (Thanks, dad.) He's quick to greet Heather's Roman bro, pretty much having to yell over the music: ) Dude! You're Scott!

( Stating the obvious, yes, but he's understandably excited after hearing so much from Heather. If someone's a cool bro in Heather's book, they're definitely a cool bro in Johnny's book. )

[usernameallison]

[Oh.

Because now he knows - he's heard enough about the kid to recognize him, and he's called out - yep, this had to be him. From the Converse sneakers down to the exuberant grin, he even looks like a kid Heather would be thrilled to hang out with.]

Hey! Johnny, right? Thanks for the invite.

[suburbias]

Yeah, dude. Yeah. ( He grins. ) I'm glad you could make it. I was totally worried that this thing was gonna, like, tank big time, but you know how Heather is. Thank gods.

[usernameallison]

Yeah, I do. Girl has her ways.

[He laughs a little, trying to find Heather across the room.]

I don't think it would have failed. You're um, Dionysus's son, right? Parties are kind of your thing.

[moointhedark]

[Oh hey look it's Charlie in that same tuxedo t-shirt and sunglasses that he likes to wear to parties. This one is SO MUCH COOLER than the last one, but let's be real here, he'll think that about every party/dance he goes to.

He'll be out on the dance floor, flailing around to the music. Fairly awfully, but he's trying!]

[lastplaceigo]

[Margot is only here by virtue of it being Johnny's party. She's slunk inside quietly, made her way to a dark corner like a creep, and is staying there until her curiosity gets the better of her.

Slurpees.

There is a table of them.

They have come highly recommended by one Johnny, but Margot has never been much for sweet or sugary things and hasn't worked up to actually getting one with one of her meals. Now is as good a time as ever, she supposes.

Turning the cup around in her hands, she pauses, and then goes for it.

INSTANT BRAIN FREEZE.]

[suburbias]

( It's happening. IT'S HAPPENING. ALL OF JOHNNY'S DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE.

Margot is trying a Slurpee. And he gets to witness it.

Johnny's been quietly surveying everyone who shows up to his little shindig, pretty pleased as he's noticing a steady mixture of people he knows, people he's vaguely familiar with, and unfamiliar faces altogether. He's glad that Margot showed up, considering their little music takeover at the Apollo dance inspired his own song selections tonight. He's even more glad, though, about the Slurpee, quickly ditching the sound system in favor of the refreshments table.

Practically grinning from ear to ear, he greets his brain-frozen friend. ) Margot! Hey!

[lastplaceigo]

[This is how her life is going to end: by brain freeze. Not in some epic monster fight, not in a big war, but by some weird drink from 7/11.

Woe and despair!

The face she's making as she turns to Johnny is rather amazing. It's all scrunched up and full of regret. She waves (more like flails) a hand at him in hello before managing to gasp out words.] Hey. N-nice party.

[suburbias]

( That is an expression that Johnny is allllll too familiar with. Emphasis on the regret.

Gleefully, he gives her a little wave in response as though oblivious to her freezing agony, practically jumping up and down inside with sheer joy. What an epic moment in his life. Margot Sullivan, taken down by a mere strawberry Slurpee. He should probably just give up trying to battle and offer his enemies a nice, cold drink instead.

When he speaks again, he tries his best to remain all cool and collected. ) Thanks. Slurpee's good, right?

[lastplaceigo]

[Lets just put that Slurpee down now... It goes back on the table with the all the grace of having grievously offended the person holding it. It takes Margot another second to get her brain in working order and regain the ability to form words.

Words are pretty cool. She gives him two shaky thumbs up.] Yeah, it's... great. Totally great. Nice touch with the strawberries.

[She sees what you did there, son of Dionysus.]