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[eggplanting]

Who: Steph Brown eggplanting, Bart Allen, Cass Cain, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Kon-El, Jon Kent
What: Slumber party with the DC vigilante/hero kids
When: Mid-December
Where: Bart's farm in Little Love
Content Warnings: hopefully none!
Notes: Threadjacking is encouraged, as is vaguely waving our hands at the concept of linear time so that we don't have to think too hard about logistics



'Twas the night week before Christmas, when all through the house...

Pretty much everyone was stirring, because there's a party to enjoy.

Calling it a party may be a slight stretch, when there's really only a handful of them and they're not going to get up to anything more intense than playing Mario Kart and watching movies from the 90s, but Steph thought that labeling it a sleepover might sound a little immature. The idea had percolated over the last few weeks; there's a good handful of them now, from roughly the same universe, but not all of them know each other well, and while Steph might not be as tactically minded as someone like Tim, it had seemed sensible that they do a little team building.

Also, it should be fun. That's very important.

With Bart being the only one living in a space that could actually be considered a house, she'd reached out to ask if he'd be cool with hosting, and had sent out texts to the rest of their friends once she had his approval. Not being a jerk, she'd also promised to swing by early to help set up, for all the set up that needs to be done when a handful of people in their twenties hang out. Mostly it involved grabbing a few extra bean bags, setting up the TV and game consoles, and adding a few seasonally appropriate holiday decorations.

The invitation texts served the secondary purpose of assigning everyone some kind of snack or beverage to bring, most of it falling into typical junk food fare. Chips and dip, soda, pizza rolls, pretzels (the soft variety, of course), mozzarella sticks, popcorn. People are welcome to get fancier, but she'd mostly suggested things they could eat as is, or food that's easy to pop in the oven. This isn't a gala thrown by Bruce, after all. And with none of them being particularly big drinkers, she'd just told everyone it was BYOB if they want to get alcohol involved in their evening.

It's unlikely any of them would want to get wasted. While they're all strictly off duty for the evening, 'drunken misadventures' isn't really the vibe Steph is going for with this whole thing; it's meant to be a relaxing, fun evening, where they can eat, watch movies, and get into unnecessarily heated arguments about video games before crashing wherever they can find a soft surface at the end of the night. As if they're normal young adults and not a gaggle of traumatized vigilantes and lab experiments.

Later in the evening, after they've all poured outside to make s'mores around an improvised firepit, she'll probably break out some silly party games, like Never Have I Ever, or worse, card games like Uno. Because nothing says fun like arguing over whether it's morally right to use two skips in a row.

Some people just want to watch the world burn.

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[mostdangerousbird]

Tim isn’t here by duress, but at the same time, he’s not feeling particularly festive. So he‘s grabbed a bowl of chips and curled himself up in an armchair, scrolling through social media and various newspaper reports. He’s wearing that far off yet hyper focused look of someone who’s trying to connect things that might not even be connected.

In short: he’s working.

[kid_flash_found]

Bart's all over the place, making sure everything is as good as he can get it. Extra freezer chest full of microwave junk foods? Check. Extra microwaves and toaster ovens? Check. Coolers and ice? Check. Instant water kettle, teapot, coffee-maker, and other warm beverage accessibility? Check, check, and double check.

He's also broken up the massive basement gaming den into a couple smaller areas for both video and tabletop games, mostly classics that they'd all know, and then set up a large area with plenty of pillows, beanbag-chairs, and even the odd inflatable for lounging in front of a giant projection screen for proper movies.

Outside is still insanely snowbound, but he did clear out and put up canvas windbreaks around the fire pit to help, as well as a second projector if they want it.

He just wants a chill (but not chilly) place to be something close to normal. Like weekends at the Tower when they're not responding to the latest crisis.

[robintohood]

Jason found it bizarre that he would be invited to a sleepover. To call the other vigilantes his friends isn't accurate given his history and his violent methods as the Red Hood. And with his upcoming death anniversary, he felt even less inclined to be social.

But he got dragged here anyway and with the very snowy weather outside, he might as well make the most of it. He's made himself comfortable on a bean bag and has positioned himself more towards the edge of the group.

If they're watching a movie, he'll sometimes do snarky commentary. He's also not above playing party games. In between all these social activities that he's not used to though, he sometimes steps away to take a quiet moment to himself. It's also so he can offer Kat-El company. He hopes the little furball isn't overwhelmed by all the extra humans tonight.

[exponentially]

[ he got the invite and was a little bit surprised about it, honestly. he sort of has connections with some of the people here, but not like they do with one another. still, they'd needed a little help with setting up, and if jon's good at nothing else, he's great at picking up heavy things and moving them. he figured then that if it got awkward for him to stay afterward, there are dozens, hundreds of things he could be out in the world helping with: it wouldn't be hard to make his excuses and leave.

still, he's full of fairly wholesome midwestern charm for most of the evening. he plays mario kart or other multiplayer games with anyone willing to join in (he's even a little bit competitive about it, if rusty at first); he curls up on a couch or beanbag to watch a movie (pardon him if he dozes off on someone's shoulder); he's happy to start the firepit outside (heat vision, so convenient) and eat far too many roasted marshmallows.

if he gets a little distracted sometimes, head tilted like a puzzled dog, well.. it's hard to ignore work, even out in the middle of nowhere. ]

[lowercase_el]

[Kon shows up with his usual flashy entrance, with bags of stuff. One bag is full of presents, the others hold some of the junk food he promised, as well as some large clinking bottles.]

Party-goers, rejoice! For I come bearing pizza rolls! And also a little grown up juice, but let's be real, we're too square to get wasted, so I figured I'd bring a little of the classy holiday kind. Like the old-timey sippin' drinks you'd read about in Dickens novel.

[Lightly spiked egg nog, hot toddies, actually figuring out what the hell wassail is, etc. Stuff that's relatively light on alcohol, high on flavor, where the alcohol adds a lil' something taste-wise.]

[...unlike the time he supplied less classy drinks in large volumes at his and Tim's (though Tim denied he was co-throwing it, despite being a clear accessory) party in the Fortress of Solitude the one time.]

I'm officially your holiday mixologist for the evening.

[Rather than Jason, the actual bartender. (Listen, he did research for this. He wants to figure out how to do it. For science.)]

By the way, Hood, thanks for being our official supplier.

[Yeah, he can't afford alcohol, he just stole it from the Descendant with superspeed. He may be on Team Boyscout, but he's still a lil' rascal sometimes.]

[Alongside making some dranks (fairly well), he can be seen doing just about anything through the evening. Playing video games, going all in on s'mores, giving out gifts, and party games are all potentially on the itinerary for the night.]