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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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The fun thing about having organized this whole thing is that Crysta knows what items she nixed from the menu and therefore what supplies are still lying around, and she's brought them out for fun. In front of her is a series of seven shots, each dyed a different color of the rainbow. Well like. Probably dyed. Are these flavored? Impossible to say. You will have to try. "They told me it was like. Too work intensive and also super danger to let everyone taste the rainbow but I think we should still try." Crysta nudges a shot forward. Look, she's tipping the bartenders so well.

"Has our mother not warned you enough about the dangers of consuming Red 40?" Despite his chiding tone, Enoch is smiling as he watches Crysta arrange her radioactive-looking shots. He rarely has real alcohol at parties, but maybe she can tell that even he's gotten caught up in the mood. Pride Night was a real undertaking on her part, and unquestionably a success.

Enoch touches the rim of the first shot with his finger, but doesn't pick it up yet. "How many of these have you had already?"

"She has." Crysta nods and very gravely pushes the red color (it's the color first in the rainbow, after all) closer towards her elder brother. Who does look a little more relaxed right now, she thinks. She quells the small spark of victory she feels at that by reminding herself that very few people, Enoch included, could ever actually look unhappy with a cute little rainbow on their cheek. "So that's why you're drinking the red one tonight."

Don't tell her what's mixed with orange. She takes that one. "None, actually, for your information." This is not technically an untruth. These shots weren't in all those vodka Redbulls she's needed to get her through this logistical daymare.

"Ah," Enoch sighs. "A lifetime of healthy eating, undone in an instant." This is sarcasm; their mother would be appalled at his diet of takeout and prepared meals if she knew. He does try to keep things nutritional—his upbringing is too deeply ingrained in him—but sometimes he orders a chocolate croissant with his coffee out of spite.

Drinking this disgusting shot would also work as spite. He's definitely motivated by spite and not by the flash of happiness Crysta shows whenever he does something she tells him to. Enoch picks up the red shot glass, and salutes her with it. "If this is poison, you should know that I wrote you out of my will already, and my entire estate is going to Ernestine Waters." He knocks back the shot. "Ugh."

Edited (fruity alcohol. gross) 2023-07-01 05:06 (UTC)

"Please. Like I was ever in your will in the first place. I think I'll just leave all my money to Jack, he'll start a great non-profit and then buy a million shoes."

She says, reasonably. If it was a different night or time, she would've been mad about the Ernestine Waters jab, but she doesn't want to be. And whatever. Crysta knows very acutely how Enoch would much rather have had someone like Ernestine Waters, his #1 fan, another genius, instead of her as a sister. Someone who could understand his work and did not question him, someone who maybe was raised in a school a mile from their family home so they didn't have the same parental specters over their shoulders, even on nights like this. But that's all just too bad for Enoch, who is stuck with her now. And sometimes it's not so bad. Her eyes light up when he actually takes the shot, and follows immediately, clinking her glass in his direction before swallowing it.

And it's so bad. Like. Orange peels and tires, and things that shouldn't be in an orange shot. Her face squeezes as tightly as it's ever squeezed and the insane idea enters her mind that maybe Enoch did poison her shot after all. Her face reads pure panic. Maybe she did need a will today.

Edited (she's not dying it's just Malort ) 2023-07-01 05:55 (UTC)

Enoch's shot is bad, but not nearly as bad as whatever Crysta is experiencing. More cranberry juice and Campari than food colouring and regret. He watches impassively as Crysta cycles through the nine circles of hell before he grabs the yellow shot, and gestures to the next in line. "Drink the next one. Wash the flavour out."

He holds out his glass for another clink, and frowns. "Jack, really? I thought you two were just old party friends."

In a rare moment of unquestioningly trusting her brother, Crysta nods and takes the next shot, not forgetting to raise it to him in turn. It's green, which is not today absinthe or something foul, but a nice mix of melon liqeur and lemon-lime. Okay. Tolerable.

"Yeah." She continues, conversationally, as though she hasn't just had the worst mouth experience of her entire life, "Like, exactly. Imagine our parents trying to like, spin that I've just left my entire inheritance to a party friend. They're already worried about me wasting all their money. I think I'll send them pictures of tonight."

Edited 2023-07-01 16:34 (UTC)

Enoch downs his shot too. Malibu and pineapple juice, horrific. He could've easily conjured an illusory shot to drink instead while Crysta was distracted, but there's something enjoyable about descending down this ill-advised path with his sister. He rarely ever lets himself relax for real.

"Oh, they'll hate that." He looks around—every possible angle of this bar is aggressively, alarmingly gay. "They're still in denial about never getting grandchildren. They'll tell everyone that you and Jack were in love and planning to get married before you died."

"Okay, like, gross." She deems this fate, feeling markedly tipsier, but unwilling to stop now that they'd started. She's having fun. The big knife of competition and resentment that's usually hanging over the two of them has decided to say gay rights and peace out, apparently. She feels, finally and actually, at truce. For now.

"If they do that, can you please play a big powerpoint of all the girls I've ever slept with at my eulogy? I'd do it for you."

To solidify this very sacred promise, she nudges a choice of either the blue or indigo shots towards him.

Enoch can't help it, he laughs at the mental image of dryly delivering a queer sex history eulogy for his little sister. The shots are having an effect. "The last thing I want is for people to share a single personal detail during my funeral. Everyone getting maudlin and lying about how wonderful I was? Sickening."

He's being flippant, but this conversation is drifting into serious territory. Time to course correct.

He leans forward, staring at the two shots like he might able to divine their molecular structure if only he looks hard enough. "Which of these is more drinkable? For your information, I have lie detection powers now." (It's not quite that straightforward, but Crysta doesn't know that yet.)

Even the little bit Enoch says about his own funeral sends a little pang of deja vu, the bad kind, across her heart. That was a funeral she'd already been to, and the thought of another identical one, with her alone this time, is too real still. So she's glad of the opportunity to answer with something she knows.

"Curacao, lime juice, vodka," she points at the blue one first, then to the dark purple; "Just like, the empress gin again with maybe too many lavender bitters. So it's up to you, excuse me what the fuck, lie detection?"

This, too, she immediately decides, is another lie. And a kind of lazy one, honestly. He must really be getting drunk.

Enoch grins at her, which does nothing to make him seem more credible. "I suspect it's an evolution of my illusion awareness." This being the official power description he has on file at IRIS, along with illusion manipulation. He'll update it once he learns the full scope of what he's dealing with. "I'm conducting a test right now. The effects of alcohol on my ability to perceive the truth."

He picks up the blue shot, and raises it to her. "Tell me something. Anything. I'll tell you if you're lying or not."

Huh. So that implies that lies are illusions, and sort of thought constructs, just like the ones Enoch makes. Her brother, the master of lies. That...sort of follows, if she thinks about it enough, so she nods, uncharacteristically quiet, letting it turn in her brain. She decides she trusts him and that logic enough to trust this. "Yeah okay, Professor Knock..."

And she takes the shot, which is bad, because warm gin sucks no matter how many lavender bitters, to mull over her options. She has a variety of them, here. An overt lie is insulting to him, frankly, which is its own reward, but she's curious. A truth wouldn't tell her very much, unless he's expecting it to be a lie and it creates a question. Which is a good place for a free truth she'd never just say out loud anyway. So she says, smirking like she's lying, "Your paper from like, December 2021 was my favorite one so far. I'm really proud to be related to someone with ideas like that, actually."

Enoch knocks back the blue shot, which isn't that bad, even if he can feel every bit of the vodka entering his bloodstream now. He can recognise lies from the shadow impression they create—an illusion created by words, half-concealing the truth. There's no such shadow over what Crysta says, which is revealing in a different way.

"Obviously not true, and rather hurtful," he says, not sounding that hurt. "But I can't sense it, which means that alcohol does dampen this new power. Hold on." He holds up a finger as he thinks up another statement to check. "Raine doesn't piss me off anymore." Enoch tilts his head, then sighs. "Right. Not completely dampened."

It worked. Crysta just shrugs a little shoulder up, a nonchalant you got me. She's not going to correct him this time. The last shot in this prismatically accurate rainbow is creme de violette straight, and probably atrocious. But she's curious, so she's willing to risk it. She taps it against the bar. "All right. Last one. Truth or shot. What did Raine like...do. That you're still mad." Enoch doesn't hold on to emotions, even anger, for this long. This new development is, as her own brother would say, an outlier.

"...I drink the shot if you tell the truth and I don't need fancy powers to tell if you're lying."

Edited 2023-07-07 23:27 (UTC)

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