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( 009 ) video ✶ i can’t help my feelings i’ll go out of my mind

[ jenna could have sworn she was done with being the nearly thirty year old who still gets high in public. but rey had a really big bag. a really. big. bag.

smoking with a vampire is worse for weed hogging than bong hits with michael phelps, news at eleven. at least she's a bit more coherent than her comrades.

the posts starts without ceremony, various limbs belonging to ariadne and rey in the background. ]

All right, we-- [ she flings out an arm, gathering two separate 'oofs' ] have all been here since day one. Day one. And a guy gave Rey a huge bag of weed, and we're not leaving this room until it's all smoked, because this place is the worst second chance invented without the cast of Jersey Shore involved. Seriously--

Wait, what's Jersey Shore? [ that from ariadne. jenna stops, frowning. ]

It's-- Rey, help me out here.

[ rey shakes her head slowly, eyes lidded. ] Can't, I have the same question.

[ jenna wrinkles her nose. ] Okay, it's-- orange people, from New Jersey, who are apparently Italian but really not, and one of them likes pickles and another one peed in a corner of a bar. [ kanye shrug. ] It's classy, appointment TV.

[ after a moment and three equally 'but why' faces, jenna moves on as their self-appointed spokesman. ] Anyway, what happened to boring space? It was like 'oh, I can't find enough hair ties' not 'holy crap, monsters and doom and people leaving'. I liked space better five months ago.

Rey. Rey, Ari. Quick poll-- play along, viewers at home-- did you like space better five months ago.

[ give her a second, what was her point again? ] Right, and people should come help us. And bring food.

Mostly the food, but helping's cool too. Rey's sharing, but only if you come join us in the People's Republic of Berkeley.

[ which would be the common deck on floor one, for the record. ]

Disallowed are: yelling, fighting, non-consensual pantsing, DARE propaganda, and Fig Newtons. Anything else, come on in.

( ooc | SO REY HAS DECREED ALL WEED IS TO BE SMOKED IN THE PARTY ROOM feel free to say your character dropped by, action it out, whatever. all threads viewable to the stoners three by proximity, label it locked otherwise and maybe one of them rolled over or something.

also blue is ari, and green is rey. )

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[W O W WHAT oh lord Remus doesn't even know how to respond to all this. Eventually:]

What on earth do you have against Fig Newtons?

[Dude. Duuuuuuude. This is Simon's rapt attention on this broadcast right the fuck here, right the fuck now. Jenna + weed + open invitation...

Motherfucking profit.]

Been here since day 31, but fuck if I didn't like space better when it was just a bunch of shit in the sky, you know?

[Second wave, represent.]

Brb, raiding the fuck out of this deck's kitchen and I'll be on my way over with everything a trio of stoned chicks could ever want.

[While he might look like he's not paying attention to whatever inane yapping they're doing...

nah, he's totally paying attention, even if he's far out of hearing range. Like he wanted to be around for any of that. So he stands way, way across the room, puffs at a cigarette, and snorts at the scene unfolding over his comms device. Not too hard though. He's busy using some of that weed, some of his tobacco, and the flat of the video screen to roll out his own joint.

Once it's over he returns with the intent of getting high, throwing himself into a chair opposite their table as he lights it. One deep breath, a hold, with his first exhale an answer to the question:]

Think five months ago sucked, too. [Pause.] Dare propaganda...

[Wat.]

Non-Consensual Pantsing?

SH

[Don't mind Rey over here. She'll just be supervising the bag. And by supervising, she's creeping on everyone because holy shit, this has been a social experiment that has gone right in all the wrong ways.

[Anyone who wants to bother her are more than welcome to. Or just ask for some of the stash. She's sitting on it. Or, she's sitting on a pillow that has the big bag underneath it.

[Fun times.]

[ You know, what? After the traumatizing experience that is Strela ]

Sounds like a party. Do you girls need booze?

Edited (dear sarah ily /edits.) 2012-08-15 03:54 (UTC)

I would that you would not announce all of this so flagrantly.

[Shrike arrives.

And shoves over a chair.

And has an enormous bottle of space moonshine that she slams pissily on a table.]

Drink up, bitches.

[KIDS SUCK, GUYS. THEY SUCK SO BAD. SHE HATES ALL OF THE MIDGETS.]

I wasn't here five months ago, but that does sound like it would have been better.

[When you're high (and kind of want to get caught) everything seems like a better idea than it actually is.]

Hey. Thanks for the pot. It really helped.

[Jesse's the one who can walk more than two feet without puking, so Jesse's the one making the pickup. He has the meth he's ready to trade all tucked away in the pocket of his jacket. He probably looks like just another partygoer as he walks into the room and glances around for his hookup, but he sure does look uneasy about being here. Yeah, the kid could use a smoke.]

Don't go having too much fun without me.

[ there's about a minute worth of video that just contains damon giving you a face, jenna. it's a pretty judgy face. amused and judgy. ]

All of my pantsings are consensual.

[When he finally makes his way to the common area, it's not out of curiosity for whatever the heck these girls are smoking (it seems unsafe??). It's to complain.

So he just kind of sidles up to the door and tries not to look put off by the haze that's filling the room.]

Ladies, hello, I am--I am sure this is all very recreational and I am very glad you are all having a good time but there is, the ah--

[Cough.]

--the matter of the noise. And smoke. And the fact that people do live here, on this floor.

[ there's an option here to let jenna just chill with the girls and ric could just chill in his room and maybe cry some manly tears. then there's another option to go join her, ask for some fucking weed, and maybe get her to teach him how to properly smoke it, maybe shotgun a little bit with each other.

the second option sounds so much better than the first. so like any adult guy would do, he goes off to the room and walks in looking slightly inebriated because clearly that's a good idea before he actually reasonably close to the stoners three and says this awesome bit of wisdom while it looks like he's really talking to his random glass of some form of space booze: ]

Has there actually been a time when space didn't suck?

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