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PRIDE TIME

PRIDE NIGHT!

Welcome to Enodia Pride Night 2023! Crysta has transformed the Space Between into the hottest club in Vermont to fully and correctly ring out the best month of the year, the LBGTQIA+ community, and the collective queerness and vibrance of the station. This is a space for expression! Shameless celebration! Make music, make noise, make mistakes, it's all love! The music (A VERY SPECIAL playlist) is loud, the lights are low until roving rainbow spotlights catch you, and a constant stream of rainbow glitter flows through the pride flags curtaining the walls. Thanks to Enoch, though, it's not actually contributing to pollution; just an illusion. Please don't worry about microplastics.

The vibe's a little messy, chaotic but warm. The bass beats loud and frantic, but its heartbeat undercurrent screams that as soon as you're through the door, you're home, whoever you are. Though obviously influenced by her party roots, Crysta did try to be aware of where she lives now (nerd city) and included overflow areas for people to celebrate a little more quietly if they so choose. And privately. Wink. Dress code is honestly whatever you feel comfortable in, but with the encouraged prerogative to look and feel drop dead hot. Ground rules are simple; just welcome each other how you'd like to be welcomed, look out for each other, and party hard. EVERYONE is invited! There've been (OOC) net announcements for several weeks now, and colorful fliers hanging everywhere. You CANNOT miss this.

DRINKS!

Along with normal bar selections there's some specialty cocktails including but not limited to:
THE JUICE with blue curacao, vodka lemonade and cranberry juice
BI-GLORY MOLE: Confusing as it is delightful. A frozen sprite, butterfly pea and rosella tea slushie with or without a shot of liquor of your choice
RAINBOW JELLO SHOTS which are plentiful and self explanatory
THE GINDERQUEER for the refined; sparkling lemon water,empress gin, little bit of lavender syrup

FOOD:
Oh. Shoot!
Crysta forgot about this until literally today and sold the commissary out of chips and snacks and basically hostage-situationed the chefs at Food Here to make enough sliders and miniature grilled cheeses and other party food at the eleventh hour. Maybe best to eat before you come.

VOLUNTEERS?

Zeke Zelizer and Volunteer B lock themselves in the closet for the kissing game...right as everyone else walks away to do something else. Beulah walked away to get another Juice so she doesn't automatically hear their panic after half an hour. Better get comfy! They'll be in there for at least 45 minutes.

Maximillian Hart does get comfy. Like. A little too comfy, and falls asleep in the corner of the bouncy house. Volunteers D and Volunteer E are trying to just get some bouncing in, but instead join in for a little nap break.

Zira Bailey knows how to WORK that stage and that pole and has so many bills thrown at them they make kind of a killing. Career change time?

Annie Song gets super annoyed at how slow the bar is and jumps behind it and gets roped in for an hour shift for their trouble.

Taby McLeod drinks one too many and is convinced there's glitter in their eye. They panic until Finn MacCool takes pity and dumps a water bottle into their eye to placebo-effect it out.

Volunteer J has a big time wardrobe malfunction but Volunteer K saves the day and drapes them in a VERY haute progress flag toga from the wall.It's a GOOD look.

Volunteer L's feet keep sticking to the floor. Like a lot. They cannot get out. Is this too much spilled jello? Is this that guy in Operations who can't control his weird sticky flytrap limb powers? Doesn't matter! Help!

LOCATIONS

VIBE CHECK

It's very important today! Post your outfits! The people you came with! Your vibes! Also a good time to note that the moment you walk in there's a photobooth opportunity to take a selfie in case you want to preserve your lewk in the moment before it gets spilled on or messy. That's IMPORTANT.

BAR AREA

Get a drink! Stay awhile. The bar staff received these specialty drink recipes less than 24 hours ago, but they're doing a great job. Everything is free!

DANCE FLOOR

Dance until you die! The carefully curated playlist booms through the night so there's not a lot of space for singing performances, but there's absolutely a slightly elevated stage area with a pole to dance on in case anyone feels Inspired. Otherwise, grab a partner, or just feel those beats and dance solo.

QUIET CORNER

This is where some of the official/unofficial party games will take place, it's a cozy corner laden with bean bag chairs and pillows for a little breaktime area, cordoned off by a door made of tinsel. It's quieter, thanks to someone's muffling powers, and more well-lit. A great place to have actual conversations and get to know people better. Speaking of. Conveniently located right next to the corner is a maintenance closet big enough to fit two people at once. Hmmm...

Volunteer M loops in Beulah Stump, an Operations employee with the weird liminal power of locking doors for a certain amount of time. Time for a cheeky game of Unknown Number of Minutes in ~~Hell~~ Heaven!! A group of people begin to spin a beer bottle to tempt destiny and choose a partner for a good time in the closet. One problem. The closet is only supposed to lock for 7 minutes, but Beulah's honestly a lil tipsy and her power isn't very well-controlled right now. You could be stuck in there with your bottle partner for up to 30 minutes. (This is JJ's idea thank you JJ)

HOW IT WORKS: Post your character's name and the next ordered number in the fashion of 1) Crysta Waldinger in the subject line of a comment. In the body of your comment, please indicate how many times people you would like to be able to land on your character's number. (If someone has enough partners, just skip them and roll again!) When enough people have posted that you'd like to tempt fate, roll 1-(number of people there are) and then comment on the corresponding person's name. Also roll 1-30,which will determine how many minutes you'll be spending with that person and stick that in the comment too. This is still a place for enthusiastic consent! You don't have to kiss in the closet! Maybe it's a time for a nice chat.

BOUNCY HOUSE

Right outside the Space Between, there's a quieter area where people can go outside to have a little drink in even more silence underneath the beautiful manufactured sky. However, there's also a rainbow shaped bouncy house!
If you would like your performance graded, please fill out this form! The judges are two identical twin nurses from medical with synchronised movement powers so they know about Style. But in reality this is all RNG bb. There's an unknown terrible prize for the unofficial winner. Please do not bonk your head in order to win.

OOC CHATTER!

Questions, comments, concerns?

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Maximilian is always a little ashamed during Pride. It's not the homosexuality that's the problem, at least not in and of itself --- it's the implied need for human connection. No matter how much he would rather be a task driven robot, Maximilian is still human, and maybe that's why he's here. He's sipping something called a "ginderqueer" and looking a little like he smelled a fart, trying to decide whether it would be more mortifying to be approached by someone or by no one at all.

Zeke usually feels shame wherever he goes. Just, like, on an inherent level. Which is why tonight he's drowned it all out with whatever drink he can grab. Glory Mole? Jello shots? The JUICE? Zeke's mixing his liquors and wandering around half-blind in search of immediate, temporary pleasures. Yeahhhh, this is how you feel pride everyone!!!

He throws himself up against the bar and gestures for the bartender to get him another of whatever he's currently drinking. Without his shades on, Zeke's deep in the Bone Zone and can't tell if that bartender is the one he's afraid of (bones aren't as good as he remembered though, so maybe not), or if he even knows the guy sipping his drink just a few feet away. Good cheekbones, though. Nice spine. This is acceptable.

"HEY..." Zeke shouts at the man with the nice spine, squinting to try and focus on the shape of his teeth or something that might be familiar about him. "HOW D'YOU FEEL ABOUT THE ORCAS?"

As if sensing the spinal inspection, Max sits up a little straighter. "Orcas?" Is this like a popular band he should know, or just the water dwelling mammals? "Like, in general...?" Realization strikes him suddenly and belatedly, because he's been awake for over twenty four hours for no good reason, "Oh! The ones sinking ships?" He spins in his seat, suddenly interested in this line of discussion.

You know, the voice seems, like, vaguely familiar? But between the music, the alcohol, and the Cocked Pistol horniness rating, it's not really registering as a problem right now.

"Hell yeah!" The bartender plops the new drink by Zeke's arm and he slaps an unknown bill denomination on the table in thanks. Please don't hurt him if it's a one he's just a blind lil bone guy. "You a fan or a hater?" He slurps at the drink. "Gotta know before I can hit on ya."

Max looks down at the twenty dollar bill and back up at his orca-interested-friend. He recognizes him, but he can't remember his name. He's bad with names, and with remembering where his phone and his glasses are (the latter is fine, he notes, as he pushes them up the bridge of his nose).

"Uh! Fan. Definitely fan. Isn't it fascinating behavior?"

Zeke leans in closer, the tips of his fingers walking the bar toward Max's arm. "It's the fish on a face phenomenon all over again," he says, his idea of dirty talk after spending a week with an extremely charismatic marine biologist. "'Cept, like, this one's gonna end with us all dead 'n' shit."

"YES!" Max says, throwing his hands in enthusiasm, enough to accidentally smack Zeke's hand away. "Like. A fad! I don't know that much about marine life, actually, but it's fascinating. Animals being that smart is-" He struggles to articulate what, exactly, it is, because he's well and truly inebriated. But he's enthusiastic about it. "Did you know that killer whales are dolphins? Well, they're still whales. Because dolphins are whales. But not all whales are dolphins. Like squares and rectangles."

Zeke might be getting in over his head with this conversation. If there's one thing he should know better than, it's to try and keep up with an excited nerd when he's a full dumbass high school dropout. But... this guy smells nice and Zeke is a weak, weak man.

"Okay, no, I didn't— that was not in my knowledge, but I know about, uh," he sips at his drink and says the first cetacean-related thing that comes to his mind. "Genital buzzing."

Maximilian freezes, eyes gone wide. "Genital what now?" he sputters. This, apparently, is news to him. "What the hell is genital buzzing?" he demands.

Edited (kas called me out for default icon ing so here have an expression) 2023-07-07 18:18 (UTC)

It is precisely this facial expression, this dilemma, that draws Parson down the bar to where Maximilian has set up shop. Even without being well familiar with a co-worker's stank face, he'd be able to tell -- the dude's got an aura, after all.

Parson doesn't engage right away. Like a fairy courtier waiting for a silly mortal to accidentally steal fae food before descending to ruin their life, Parson bides his time filling a tall glass with aerated water.

Only once Max has taken another sip does he lean in with a grin and a nod, acknowledging both the tumbler in his hand and the sour look on his face. "Aw, come on, it can't be that bad. What'd I do? Too much lavender? Not enough grape-a-licious flavor?"

"This tastes like an elderly closeted lesbian's perfume," Maximilian replies, turning his sour expression to Parson. "And I don't mean that in a nice way, either. There is no cozy, cookie-baking warmth here. She's in a loveless hetero marriage with grandchildren that don't visit. She doesn't knit or anything, just spies on the neighbors and gossips at her husband who doesn't listen." He looks down at his drink. "Tastes like regret." Apparently, that's good enough for him, though, because he downs the rest of the contents before depositing the glass back on the table.

Max's review lands with the force of a fart against a brick wall. Parson, ostensibly unphased by the harsh critique, greets it with bright, bubbling laughter, adding an additional layer of absurdity to his presently already ridiculous appearance. He replies, "You're the first person to notice the moth balls. Here--" Parson is helping, he tells himself, as he turns around and grabs a rainbow jello shot. He sets the tiny cup in front of Max with renewed delight. "--Tell me this one's story."

Maximilian takes the shot and holds it up in front of his eyes to examine the color, then waves his free hand over it to waft the smell. Always a scientist. "Oh, this one is trying way too hard." Then, without further delay, he shoots it. "Ugh. I hate jello shots. Are you a drink or a food? Do I chew or just swallow?" A keen observer might spot the muscle spasm over Maxmilian's cheekbone, though no one but a mind reader could tell you whether it's a stifled smile or an oncoming eye twitch. "Tastes like mess. Essence of 'just turned 21 and it's baby's first pride.' There's what, six, seven flavors here? Supposedly. But you can't pick a single one out. It's just ambiguous fruit. This tastes like that outfit." Maximilian points out a colorful, mismatched monstrosity on the dancefloor. He huff. "I hate this much enthusiasm unless it's for research or getting laid."

"Ambiguous Fruit was my nickname in high school." Parson offers brightly. "And this is research, buddy."

A study into the dark recesses of the mind of the grumpiest man alive, specifically, and how he manages to be so entertaining. Parson's current working hypothesis is that even the most jagged, annoying traits can be rounded into something almost charming when someone saves your life.

"And getting laid." He leans forward on the counter, catching his cheek in his palm to prop himself up. With his free hand, he gestures out into the crowd of gyrating bodies. "So, who're we setting you up with? Pick someone good, and I'll send 'em a drink courtesy of you."

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