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[heatmetal]

Who: The Stranger Things cast
What: A Housewarming Party hosted by the gang & Settling in to their new haunted home
When: Late October - Early November
Where: Private Housing, Sunset Falls
Content Warnings: probably drugs, drinking

Moving In.

[ It's not quite the joyous occasion they were hoping it would be. The disappearance of one of their own has left a heavy air over the group, but they're determined to try to make something of the situation. And so they proceed with the move, their belongings loaded up in the back of a teleporting truck.

Neighbors are welcome to spy the new arrivals. A perfect collection of unlikely friends that look like they belong in a horror movie cast. You'll get a drink for your trouble - or something a little less legal (or more legal, if you aren't) if you offer to lend a hand. Evidentially, some among their number are not terribly well equipped to do heavy lifting. Damn sticky nerd arms. ]

HOUSEWARMING PARTY is written in slanted block print on a piece of cardboard, staked just outside the newly purchased manor seated near the edge of town. It is a utterly ridiculous piece of architecture, and the gathered teens have more space than they know what to do with.

So how better than to fill it with a house party?
There's a stunning indoor pool just begging to be cannonballed into. A classy lounge for enjoying a little existential angst and ennui. There’s enough guest bedrooms for anyone who wants to crash, though be warned: few are furnished. Some rooms are off limits, for your own sanity rather than theirs.

The music pumping through the place alternates between 80s metal and pop, with some newer tunes sprinkled in there for flavor.

There’s food, a legion of kegs and, well, that less than legal stuff is making the rounds too. ]

Comments

[ikols]

[ He sways her from side-to-side to the beat of the music, grinning. ]

Oh, make everyone jealous, wish they were us? You know, the little things that count.

[eggplanting]

[While not a particularly accomplished dancer — she has fun and that's the important part — Steph can manage a good sway in time to the music.

If he wasn't so damn tall, she'd try to twirl him in return, but it'd probably just look silly.]

A nefarious plan.

[Truly the worst. Loki is the ultimate villain.]

It's a shame I think a lot of them are too drunk to notice.

[ikols]

[ Having fun is definitely the most important part. ]

You're right, we're wasted here. I'm Loki: do you want to escape to the kitchen where the drinks are?

[eggplanting]

Only if you won't make a fuss about me not touching any alcohol.

[Sometimes people get weird and pushy about it, and sometimes they seem to take it as a personal insult, as though she's passing judgement on them with her own choices.

She prefers to get any of that nonsense out of the way quickly.]

[ikols]

[ Loki shrugs, dipping down as he twirls himself under her arm like a long worm curling around only to spring back up again. ]

I make a mean peach soda, if you're interested.

[eggplanting]

[Cute.

She'll even go up on tiptoes to give him more room to work, then keeps hold of his hand to tug him towards the kitchen. His answer was the correct one.]

Peach is great, I can do peach.

[ikols]

[ Loki slopes along after her, only letting go of her hand to find a basket of fruit in the kitchen. He sets it down and picks up an apple, leaning over the counter toward her so he isn't looming. ]

This is a peach, right?

[ It is 100% an apple. ]

Say it is.

[eggplanting]

That's a plum.

[The answer is immediate and seemingly sincere, she even sounds a little judgmental.

Like maybe Loki is a bit stupid for not knowing it's a plum.]

[ikols]

It is? Oh, my! I guess we're having plum soda, then. Sounds dubious but okay.

[ He acts surprised when he drops it into a glass of water and the splash smells like fizzy plum-ade, the fruit gone and a purple sparkle to the drink that swishes itself as he slides it over to her with a small smile. No magical drama, just ... what it now is. ]

[eggplanting]

[Why do all these bitches have magic.

Steph accepts the soda, purely so she can inspect it herself, giving it a curious sniff before a thought occurs to her.

Plums and prunes are the same fruit.]

Did we just invent a sparkling laxative?

[It's La Croix for old people.]

[ikols]

... Spiking drinks with that would be very entertaining, is all I'll say.

[ He would. ]

[eggplanting]

Well, anything's better than Thrill.

[People running to the bathrooms is a lot less of a drama than people trying to kill each other.

Gotham is a cool and normal city to live in.]

But you can't tell anyone I gave you the idea, I don't need people mad at me.

[ikols]

Thrill, a drug I assume? I won't give anyone a reason to be mad at you, fear not.

[ He's making a raspberry drink for himself out of a pear, he's harmless. ]

[eggplanting]

Oh, yeah, it was a whole thing at my college last year.

[And then she beat the shit out of Scarecrow to get him to stop making the horrible stuff, she just doesn't need to get into that.]

Is the fruit a necessary part of the soda, or are you just having fun?

[She's curious about how his magic works.]

[ikols]

Can't I have fun?

[eggplanting]

I never said you couldn't, I just haven't met a lot of people who can do magic. It always seems to work differently depending on the person.

[Zatara has her spells, as did Klarion, though his were very different.]