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Sigrun Ljosdottir:
The house is opened up, and much of the crowded living room furniture moved out of the way to make room for a proper party atmosphere. The seating is situated around the entertainment center, of course. The big screen TV with its mammoth surround sound speakers and all. The kitchen is enormous, and adjoins the open air dining room. Food of all sorts are set out, mostly of the hand food walk talk and munch variety. Gluten free, vegan, dairy free, nut free, and halal/kosher foods are available. The whole spread is a +4 piece of culinary artistry, in fact. Courtesy of Sigrun's kitchenwork.
Now that the event has more or less started, she's relaxing on the couch in sweat pants and Jalen Hurts jersey. Her hair is down, which is a heck of a contrast to the hard butch aesthetic she's giving off. But it's hair day, and that won't change for it being the super bowl. She's got a glass of the sweet cider in her hands, sipping away at it as she watches the pregame natter.
Avery Frisk:
Avery had shown up to the superbowl party, however, they were looking a little different. Her mask was strengthened, but they still had their airpods in their ears on noise canceling mode.
They were currently clinging to Vincent's arm, both because she wanted to be next to her boyfriend, but also to make sure he behaves...and possibly as protection from Teagan. No, mostly as protection from himself because he needs that.
Vincent Drake:
Vincent knew their where many facts in life, including sucking up to your partners family, that family here happened to be Philadelphia's Freehold. While Avery clung to him he was holding something, "I made garlic bread." was what he said when they entered the house. Wearing jeans and a jersey that was slightly too big for him, he was currently wondering where to put it, "Their's gluten, so just putting that out their, bread is home made too."
Arthur Phoenix:
Artie arrives promptly at the start of things, and as usual has brought food. Should he bring food? No. But you can't defeat the neiroticism of a wizened.
So the smith comes toting two big ol SLABS of smoked brisket. Those with the senses can pick up the savory salty juicy scent with ease as he limbers inside.
Joy Hamidi:
A small woman, dressed in black joggers, a black hoodie, carrying a backpack, knocks on the door of the house, she's carrying a grocery bag with her too.
Asbolus:
American football wasn't normally his cup of tea, but when the invitation went out Asbolus decided it was worth joining in, if only for the chance to socialize with other members of the freehold. With the recent goings on he made his way to the motley's home under the Ermine's Winter Coat, setting the contract aside as he approached the front door, a simple reusable shopping bag in hand.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"GARLIC BREEEEAD." Sigrun may have spent the better part of two afternoons and evenings cooking and prepping this spread. But it does lack garlic bread. And it's fucking garlic bread. "Oh my glob, good call. Over there on the gluten table, hon." Sigrun hops up off the couch and sets her drink down on the coaster. "Meat can go over there, Artie. Or over there if that's kosher brisket, and boy I hope it is or you're gonna have a yidden mutiny on your hands." She gulps down more of her drink, though she is decidedly not drinking.
June Desrochers:
June comes back into the livingroom from her bedroom with a giant stein full of mead, dressed in black leggings and a cropped Eagles jersey. In the few minutes she was out of the room a few people showed up, so she waves enthusiastically (with the hand that isn't holding the mead) and says, "hey everyone! Did someone say something about garlic bread?"
Avery Frisk:
Avery smiles at Sigrun's excitedness, looking around at the growing crowd with anxiety. Big groups were not their forte. Being right next to their boyfriend helped.
"Hi Sigrun."
Avery's eyes strayed to Asbolus, a small wave to their Winter mentor.
Vincent Drake:
Vincent follows the valkyries orders and puts in on the gluten table, "Consider it the olive branch." he smiles, fully recognizing he's made bad impressions all around the first few weeks, "So, anyone have a betting pool?" he smiles
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"The dead guy brought garlic bread," Sigrun reports diligently. "Hey, Avery. If you need a break at any point, the patio is out back. And the yard backs onto the Wissahickon. Plus my shop is out back. Plus, Hlevangr and Sighol are reachable through my bedroom's closet and wardrobe." She points up the stairs helpfully.
"I'll give you Eagles by 1.5 with an over-under on 51 total points. Even odds. Best you're gonna get without a premium or a broker, buddy."
"June, Asbolus. You guys met Avery's guy friend? Garlic Bread guy?"
Joy Hamidi:
"Oh hey Asbolus, wonder if there's any dartboard here. Maybe I won't have to hold back to finish fourth now." Joy says, hopping her backpack up on her shoulder
"Should we just go in ? Or do we risk a spear to the skull if we do that?" clearly, joy hesitate to knock again on the door.
Arthur Phoenix:
"Of course it's kosher. I know where I'm coming. But um i was gonna chop one of the slabs up so it was easier for folx to deal with. Is that ok? " He queeies as he sets down his burden.
As would be approprite, he has come in an Eagles jersey, with a white turtleneck beneath and comfy looking athletic pants. The get up still looks a little funny on him though. That jersey is def a size too big
Asbolus:
"Perhaps. We should set up a little league for those of us who can't play in mundane situations..." He mused, chuckling as she continued. "I think we're safe to enter."
And enter he did, nodding to those present and smiling to Avery in return to the wave. "We have met, yes. Good to see you again, Vincent."
Vincent Drake:
"Artie, Asbolus good to see you." he smiles and nods, "And yes, for those of you I have not met, I am a Vampire, putting that out there, and no, garlic does not work on us." he chuckles, taking out a note pad and writing Sigruns bet, "Ok, anyone else?" he asks, going into one of his favorite side-hussle, Superbowl bookeying
Avery Frisk:
Avery looks uncertain at his boyfriend being called the dead guy. But well...its true. They look to the hostess.
"Thank you...I might. If this one doesn't cause any trouble." Avery is still clinging to him.
"Or...I might change forms. Noise is a...little easier."
A look to her mentor and the tree they saw earlier...granted, while in the hedge.
"Hello Asbolus, hello Joy."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"I don't have a dart board but I got archery targets and axe targets." Sigrun's face lights up like a christmas tree. "Ohmigosh do you want to throw axes with me?! We can do it at half time, if you hate Rihanna. Or afterwards. Maybe. Point is you're on to something with wanting to damage property for fun." Sigrun then points to Artie, "Yes! Chop brisket! I mandate merriment. Yer all ordered to eat and drink and make out and stuff. Respectfully."
Arthur Phoenix:
Artie grins and offers Vinny an exuberant wave. June gets a wider smile and a wave as well.
"Hey I was gonna do crop top! But then I remembered it was kinda cold. But hey! Great to see ya."
Joy Hamidi:
Joy walks into the place once she's assured the wrath of a valkyrie won't greet her. "Yeah that'd be fun, or I could just score 69 three games in a row."
"I brought sodas of various variety I grabbed at the grocery store." Joy sets the bag near where beverages seem to be settled. "Ooh throwing Axe would be a good challenge, I got twigs for arms." She deadpans. motioning to her definitely twiggy arms. then struggles to grab the two liter of diet sprite she intends to keep for herself and carry it around with her.
"Forgive my manners", but I have to be picky with my drinks." It's comical how the 4'6" bonsai have to swing back the bottle to drink from it.
Asbolus:
"Not much of a betting man, I'll admit." He chimed in to Vincent, putting his own beverage offerings on the table with the rest of the drinks. "I'd be interested." He replied to Sigrun, smirking a touch at her exuberance. "Usually stick to throwing blades but axes might be a fun change."
Vincent Drake:
Vincent makes his way to the drinks to get a Mt.Dew, he's blushed and he's going to fucking enjoy himself, worry about the rejection of food later. Walking back to Avery and putting an arm around them, he kisses their cheek, "Well, made a good impression." he whispers in their ear then to the general party, "Ok, I can't wait for the commercials." he laughs
Avery Frisk:
"I am...better at knives than axes. I...can try? If that's okay?"
Avery blushes when they're kissed, and kisses Vincent's cheek back, now a blushy mess. "You did...please be careful."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"I'm happy to meet any dietary needs within reason, so if you have to bring in soda to drink safe? More power to you, I can make room in a cooler if you need it. And I got tape you can put around your stuff so people will know it's hands off and not for everyone, just so you know you've always got drinks." Sigrun assures Joy that all is well on that score. "So, yeah. Make yourselves at home. If you need anything, hollar!"
Arthur Phoenix:
Pulling out a pair of literal meat cleavers, Artie's already brightened face lights up even more. "I wanna try axe throwing! That sounds way cooler than the superbowl," he grins widely, a wicked look given the knices in hand.
He then turns to the briakets hecd brought, puts his hands close together and begisn to rapidly chop up and down at the meat. Between the succulently tender meat and the ridiculouslt aharp knives, there's hardly any resistence as the slab transforms into a mound.
Joy Hamidi:
"Thank you very much for the consideration." Joy points to what she brought. "That's basically me bringing sodas over for the part. I just need to stick to one drink because my life is a joke and..." Joy makes an attempt to convey the meme voice ".. I'm allergic to tap water."
Joy turns her attention shortly to others Vinny June and Artie greeting them all with a wave. "Pleasure to meet all of you, and I'd love to keep an eye on the ballgame for a bit."
"You don't bet on dart game either Asbolus?"
Vincent Drake:
Making his way to the couch, Vincent plops down on the it, gently pulling Avery down with him to sit on his lap, Sigrun said make out so clearly PDA was encouaged so he planted a few kisses on Avery's neck as he does and holds them, snuggling next to her
Arthur Phoenix:
The Artman wipes his face sets aside the cleavers. He gives a warm grin to Joy as he moves over to find a place to post up. "Hey there. I hope you're joking though cuz like... I think wooder ice is made from tap... "
Avery Frisk:
Avery followed along with Vincent, eventually sitting on his lap and being a blushy mess at the kisses. Okay with it but also very clearly embarrassed. Avery gently bonks her head to Vincent's.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"I am dying to know how the Wyrd splits that hair. Tap water. Like anything made with tap water? Or just water direct from the tap? If macaroni and cheese is boiled in tap water, is it now an allergen? Or if you make orange juice from concentrate using tap water does it stop being tap water and become orange juice? If you take tap water and evaporate it and condense it back to water is it still tap water or is it now distilled water? I got so many questions." Sigrun just heads over to get the red tape and starts labeling Joy's drinks with it. Should get the point across pretty easily.
June Desrochers:
"The wyrd doesn't have to make sense, Sigrun," June says with a laugh, coming back over once she has garlic bread in one hand and her mead in the other. She gives Joy a wide grin and says, "nice to meet you, too! Please, enjoy yourself however you think is best, as long as you're not hurting anybody. Want to just quietly watch the game? Then do that! Want to absolutely chow the fuck down on all the good people are bringing? Go for it!" Some of those words seem to be for everyone.
Asbolus:
"There's a difference between playing a game for money and betting on one you're not participating in. I do the former but not the latter." He replied to Joy, giving her a sympathetic look as she mentioned her beverage issues. "That is a rough one."
Seeing Avery and Vincent get cuddly with each other he smiled quietly, giving the pair a nod before looking back to the others.
Arthur Phoenix:
"Ok... So if the Wyrd wver manifested and came by to answer questions... What 3 questions do we ask forst?" The wizened asks looking around.
"I mean I suppose we would have to sacrifice one to resurrecting the whole Autumn court..."
Joy Hamidi:
"The Wyrd made it very complicated honestly. I was making a joke about the meme phrase, but it's more like. how it split the different drinks. Like, is red gatorade different than blue gatorade? I don't know! and I'm not finding out!" Joy chuckles a bit there.
"It's more like a cooldown on drinks. Because I guess bonsai don't like too much of the same, I don't know." A shrug. "So, I don't tend to drink water, because well, I might as well not get out of the house if I do."
Joy does take the encouragement from June and grabs a plate of varied food and eats from it.
Sturm:
Sturm wanders downstairs, passing through the living room in a beat up old motorhead concert tee, and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. She doesn't exactly grumble about the number of people, but she scowls, and moves through the living room with an empty mug, making a beeline for the coffee maker and the relative safety of the kitchen.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"The Wyrd absolutely has to make sense! It just doesn't have to be fair." Sigrun protests all of this with the bossy know-it-all tone her seeming is known for, and absolutely zero authority to sound that self-assured. "Because if it doesn't, the first question I'd ask it-- Arthur, thank you --is where it would like to be buried. You have no idea how much time I spend worrying about the Wyrd on account of it making sense and being knowable. I'm super down the sunk cost hole now, babe." Sigrun waves cheerfully at Sturm. "Hi! We're having a party! You're in a party now. This? Is a party."
Asbolus:
"It does have a strange logic to it, I've come to find out." Asbolus nodded in agreement to Sigrun. "My development on that front has taken a particular line and on one level I'm curious to see where it goes going forward."
Asbolus moved to claim a plate for himself, notably avoiding the meat options, and returned to the group to nosh and listen in on the conversations therein.
Avery Frisk:
Avery watches the people, tilting their head in a very corvid-like gesture.
"Mine take time but are...easy in routine. But It makes sense. It just...doesn't always make sense to at first glance."
They snuggle closer into Vincent, trying this whole social thing.
Vincent Drake:
Vincent smiles as Avery snuggles, "So," he begins to make conversation, "Anyone here watch House of the Dragon?"
Ylva Theodulus:
Ylva is curled up in a ball in the corner looking like a cute fox whilst I nap and try to recover spoons. But she is there ic.
Arthur Phoenix:
"I think the Wyrd does make sense but ... In its own unique way? I dont think it uses people ideas for what it wants. And that's why it's hard for us to track sometimes. Because if it wasn't at least a little knowable, we couldn't put as much faith in it as we do. "
Joy Hamidi:
"No, did not keep any TV subscription of any kind during my recent move. Instead dove into books." Joy replies to Vinny. "And I'm not big on medieval fantasy usually."
Joy waves to Sturm as she wanders in and then ask to Avery's intention. "Did she sleepwalk here or?"
Another comical struggle for Joy to drink from the bottle of diet sprite. "I think my questions for the Wyrd would be three distinct scream of various degrees of distress and like... Why, What the fuck and Who gave you the right."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"The trick to it all is finding a way to make peace with it. Seems to me, anyway. Find a story to tell yourself and start living it. That's what I did and I haven't regretted a day of my life since I started. Not even the bad ones! Not even the days where I fucked up! It's wild. Anyway. All of that to say that if the Wyrd's just a bunch of nonsensical garbage, then all I'm doing is playing a game of pretend with myself. And I refuse to be that cosmically uncool."
Joy earns an understanding nod of the head, "Yeah, really. Fuck the Wyrd, man. We should start up a Punk act about it. For serious."
Vincent Drake:
"Wyrd is like your magic source, right?" He asks no one and everyone, "Angel mentioned it."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"It's cool, everyone," Sigrun is quick to remind everyone, "he brought the garlic bread."
Avery Frisk:
Avery flinches at the sudden cursing of the Wyrd, nodding along in agreement.
At the reminder Vincent was cool, Avery got a little bit defensive, already on edge from the last two weeks. They speak quietly.
"Yes...he is. And he's trying to help."
Arthur Phoenix:
"Mmm... Yes? I guess you can think of the Wyrd that way. It's this sort of force of cosmic destiny in a way. A bit like Fate. And we're all tied to it." Artie explains with squinty eyes.
"Except we don't know how it works much better than anyone else cuz it does what it wants sometimes? "
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"I know it as the Urdthr, the three sisters who measure out our lives and know our deaths. But mostly everyone looks at me funny when I speak of it in such ways, so don't take my opinions as somehow indicative." Sigrun meanders over to the spread to pluck up a cube of hawaiian bread and scoop up some of the artichoke spinach dip for a bite. Om nom.
Ylva Theodulus:
Ylva was apparently awake and this meant she wanders over to the food table grabs some small nibbly meat treats and a non alcoholic drink.
Then flops at Averys feet poking then with a tail as they wiggle to get comphy.
"Hey. Are we wining?" Is she going to be a good guest and pretend that she cares and isn't just here for the people. Yes.
Vincent Drake:
"Did I ask a bad?" He asks due to the he's cool assurance
Asbolus:
"In a sense." Asbolus replied, nodding with Artie's comment. "It empowers our oaths and abilities, along with holding us accountable to the promises we keep. The closer one grows to it the more potent its influence upon us."
"So far, yes." He replied to Ylva, smiling a touch to the Courser. "Just scored a touchdown."
Avery Frisk:
Avery smiles down at Ylva with a wave.
"No it...its complicated. I can tell you later." Avery shifts to the side of Vincent to also be able to pat Ylva's head.
"Vinny...can I have some garlic bread?"
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"WHOO!" Sigrun claps her hands twice and points at Vincent, as though already assuring him she'll be by to collect her winnings later. "Eagles by 1.5 and Over Under 51, buddy bear!" She claps her hands louder, snatches up some meatballs onto her plate, and carries them over to watch the game again.
Vincent Drake:
"It was the name of the Rebellion in Code Geass." He quickly says, "The army was called the Black Knights, just a weeb reference. "
The Game:
Eagles receive the punt and take back over on a three and out from the Chiefs.
Arthur Phoenix:
"Wouldn't it be cooler to like... Make up your own costume and persona though than to cosplay? We're all kinda cooler than someone's made up played out idea though. Even you, baby tooth." Artie points out, a little sticking out of the tongue.
Avery Frisk:
Avery finishes eating and scoots that bit closer to Vincent, protective. The Raven looks at Teagan and Sturm, judging their current states.
"He makes me feel safe. I am taking responsibility for him tonight." 'You can seal that if you want' the currently strenthened mask changeling's eyes say.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"Avery's in love with Garlic Bread Guy, and one of the slavers has beef with Avery for reasons that are not anyone's business right now, right? The enemy wants to hurt one of ours by hurting him, and I said I wasn't going to let that happen. It's easier if he's here watching the game with us." Sigrun points at the screen, "Come on, watch the game. It's fine."
The Game:
Eagles complete 3rd and long for a 1st down.
1st down run for 9 yards over the 50 yard line to Chiefs territory.
Olivia Greene:
There's the tell tale repetitive thudding of sneakers on concrete outside to anyone that has such keen senses above the sound of the party. And in through the door walks another Changeling, late to a party for the first time in her life. Liv walks in as if it isn't some time after the given start of the party and starts mingling.
The Game:
Eagles fumble the hand off and the chiefs recover, running back for a touch down. No flags on the play so far. That would make it 13 to 14 with the extra point coming.
Joy Hamidi:
Joy blends into the crowd and murmurs and cheers of the sporting event, keeping her attention mostly on the TV but just, keeping an eye on the rest of the guests. Resisting the urge to Latibulate that comes with a larger sort of crowd.
"Hey." Joy greets the newcomer, scuttling about with her 2 liter of diet sprite as she goes to grab something to eat that is a little more vegetal in nature.
The Game:
The game is now tied 14 to 14. Making the Over-Under 28 so far.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Which is why Sigrun is still laughing about the touchdown. "Holy shit this game is amazing for a Vikings fan."
Asbolus:
Asbolus nodded to Olivia as she entered, glancing back to the TV as the fumble allowed another touchdown and a tied game. "I should start watching this more often...it's more interesting than I expected."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
1st in ten after the touchback from the kick off. Hurts runs for the 1st down, about 12 yards to the 37.
Hurts once more long balling to AJ Brown in double coverage, but it's batted down. Lucky he wasn't picked off. Brings up 2nd and 10.
Teagan:
It is pretty clear to Avery that Teagan is biting his tongue to the point where they might bite right through their tongue. The mental backspacing on all of the things he could say is probably 90 percent of why he isn't saying fuck all, really, and it's pretty clear that it's only because of Sigrun and his obligations to Summer. The fumble return touchdown gets a response from him which is probably a venting of his annoyance, he grunts, "Oh, fucking hell," and then scratches at the tattoo on the back of his wrist. His arms are covered with hash-mark tattoos like he's been keeping count of something, except for the set of smaller symbols up the inside of his right arm (an ice cube, three paw prints, an 8-bit red heart, an orange leaf, and a small round shield), a green 'Teagan' on the back of his right wrist in calligraphy font, and the text he just scratched at, typewriter font which reads 'this machine kills rapists.'
The Game:
3rd and 1 brings up a QB sneak for an easy 1st down.
Sturm:
Sturm, for her part in all this, is just watching the game. She also seems pretty nervous and stressed, but that might be chalked up to the fact that she's quit smoking sometime in the past couple of weeks.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
4th and 5, Jalen Hurts makes a HUGE QB draw for the first down and then some. HUGE first down on 4th and 5.
Ylva Theodulus:
Ylva wiggles her way to settle down. Try to deal with her anxiety. Wrapping a tail around Averys waist.
Avery Frisk:
Avery notices all the tiny details of Teagan and whispers to Vinny.
"I want to go outside. Please be careful, I just...need to breathe." The Raven leaves out the back.
Valeria Rolan-Ruiz:
And...in the same frame because thats how this always works, a human walks in behind Liv. 6 foot tall, short, curly hair, and muscles filling out her biker jacket, she steps up right behind Liv and gives her a hug.
"Hey, I'm Ria." She gives a massive smile.
Vincent Drake:
Vincent gets up and follows Avery, "Excuse us." He nods to his hosts
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun is decidedly not stressed. She is also not drunk. But she is packing away the junk food.
The Game:
Eagles draw the Chiefs offsides with a hard cadence. It brings them half the distance to the goal line and brings up another 1st down. 1st and goal from the 4.
Jalen Hurts, 4 yards for his second rushing TD of the day. 20 14, Eagles.
Olivia Greene:
Liv begins devouring her way through some of the more meat-based food, especially enjoying the chicken wings if they are present, her sharp claws expertly and precisely pulling chunks of meat off the bones. It seems eerily as if she's gone through the exact motions before. She pauses to grin at the arrival of her girlfriend before digging back into the chicken.
The Game:
Kick is good. 21 to 14, Eagles game
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun leaps up to her feet with a whoop, setting down her food and making a lap of the living room doing a happy booty dance. If this brings her happy booty by a grouchy husband, that's pure coincidence. He can smack it if it'll make him feel better. Or maybe that's the hope, anyway.
Arthur Phoenix:
Artie stands and goes to stand at the back door in such a way he can keep an eye on Avery and Vinny from inside.
He does however look confusedly at the new arrival of Ria. "Uhm... Who's that?" He asks quietly.
Joy Hamidi:
"This game is heating up." Joy says, standing from near where the food is. Shoving a bit more down the hatch and probably losing a bit of speed in the process. Her attention does shift from people to people from time to time and she squints at the darkling, trying to figure out something completely different than anyone else is trying.
Namely, the various height differences in the place.
Teagan:
The Mirrorskin lifts his mug vaguely in the direction of the new folx. "Teagan," he greets. And then Sigrun dances her butt past, and his scarred palm reaches out, swatting said ass. There is the tiniest little smile hidden behind his Mask, but at least the other Lost can see it. Bap.
Teagan and Sigrun are exactly the same height, actually. It's kinda wild. 6'0".
Ylva Theodulus:
Ylva watched Avery go and pouts slightly then watched Ria arrive and reaches out a hand to Ria. Feeling on edge.
Ylva is also four foot six. So definitely not the same size.
June Desrochers:
Who isn't the same height? June, who more than a foot shorter, and who has finished devouring some food and most of her stein full of mead, and now comes out of nowhere to put one arm around Teagan in a hug. "Hi you," she says with a grin that suggets this might not be her first giant stein of mead, either.
Asbolus:
Asbolus took a moment to clear off his plate, setting it to the side as Avery and Vincent moved to head to the back porch. He looked ready to follow until Artie took a post to watch the pair, giving him a nod before Ria's arrival caught his attention. After a brief once-over that nonetheless felt like it pared her down to the core he lifted his glass in a small salute.
Valeria Rolan-Ruiz:
Val stayed vaguely near the front door, looking over to Liv and mothing 'A little help here?'
Then she spies Ylva and gives a wave, curling a finger to beckon her over for a hug.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun yelps as she boops and scoots on past her hubby. She grabs a slice of tomato pie and carries that back to her plate, settling back in now that they're back from the break for the two minute warning. "You know, it kinda sucks? Normally the Super Bowl is a really bad game, but this one is actually really-- like. Fun? To watch and stuff?"
Mahomes is limping after a hit on 3rd down and 15.
Sturm:
Sturm comes back downstairs wearing a different shirt -- this time it's a cute little crop top. "Fuckin' Glitch..." wordless grumbling. "Stealing all my fuckin' shirts." More grumbling. "Gonna..." She grunts and walks back down to the basement. Muttering something along the lines of: "Obliterate that twink."
Valeria Rolan-Ruiz:
"Nuh uh, I would go for literally anyone else. Plus he kinda thinks everyone is cute, not to burst your bubble."
Val crosses her arms, looking the man over. "I'm kinda curious what your problem with Vinny is, Teagan? Do I need to go kick his ass again?"
The Game:
27 21 Eagles after a field goal conversion. The over-under is now just 4 points off and Sigrun's bet is looking pretty great.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"WE'RE RICH JUST ORDER MORE SHIRTS!" This is probably a common conversation around the house. Obviously. Sigrun shakes her head, then shouts right after that, "GLITCH STOP STEALING STURM'S SHIRTS OR I'LL SHRINK ALL YOUR UNDIES." That's not just a threat, that's a mom threat.
Ylva Theodulus:
"I mean. I'll be honest. I do want to know what your problem is with Vampires. On a personal level."
She winces back after speaking. Half hiding behind Ria.
Vincent Drake:
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Vincent walks in, a bit peeved their yelling interrupted his kiss fest but puts a smile , "something wrong?" He asks before grinning and moving into hug Val
The Game:
The 4th Quarter has started. Eagles remain up by 6. Mahomes completes to Smith-Schuster for the 1st down. Big gain. KC showing some momentum on this drive.
Teagan:
"You know what. Maybe he did get made without his consent. Guess what? So did everybody who lives here. But you know what everybody who lives in this house isn't doing? Making other people fucking slaves on purpose. That? That's a choice he fucking made, and continues to make." Teagan's hand rests on Baby's hilt, a reflexive gesture that he's probably not even aware of. "Y'all are in my fucking house, and the only reason that there is a fucking vampire in my fucking house is because my wife invited him here, because of Avery."
"So let me be fucking clear, if the fucking slavers fucking kill Vinny, the only reason I will fucking care is because it will make Avery fucking sad."
"Fuck all of you. I don't like vampires. You don't get to know why. You nosy fucks can drop the fucking subject or get the fuck out of my fucking house and never come back. I said to fucking stop. That doesn't mean keep poking." His voice never gets louder, and somehow the quiet emphasis -- which is the first emoting that Val has heard in Teagan's voice at all -- is worse.
Maybe it's easy to forget that Teagan is a high-ranking, high-Mantle Summer, because he's normally so goddamned self-contained. But to the Lost? His Mantle snaps and flares, thunder cracking and rolling loudly through the living room. Heat waves crackle across the room, and radio static crackles, with disembodied voices calling medic, medic, for help that never comes.
"Do. I make. Myself. Clear?"
Arthur Phoenix:
"Awww..." Arthur moans, looking a tad dejected.
"Why would Glitch even wear Sturm shirts? They'd reach his knees... And wait. Sigrun does the laundry here? For everybody?! How big is your washer?"
Vincent Drake:
Vincent frowns and walks out, "I can take a hint." He says simply, leaving the party
Ylva Theodulus:
"Sorry Teagan. Didn't mean to push. That was over a line. My bad."
A hand grips Ria's arm.
"Drop it."
Asbolus:
Asbolus had remained quiet throughout the whole exchange, frowning as the issue was pushed and Teagan made themselves incredibly clear. He nodded as they finished, watching Vincent as he moved to leave. "Understood. Have a good evening, Vincent."
Sturm:
Thunk thunk thunk thunk.
Sturm, once-professional bouncer, comes trudging back up the stairs. She is, once again covered in paint, and scowling. Apparently the loud noises came at an inopprotune time.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Just to drive the point home, Sigrun rises up from her seat and walks on over to the front door while Teagan is still mid-speech. She has it open and is holding it thus by the time Teagan has concluded. "Nobody said you had to leave," Sigrun makes a point of informing Vincent, not that she's going to pursue him past her front door.
"Don't 'sorry Teagan', get the fuck out of my house." Sigrun ticks her head at the open door. "Go. Now."
The Game:
Kansas City just pulled ahead with a touch down. Sigrun won the over-under, at least?
Vincent Drake:
He stops at Sigruns words, "I don't wish to make anyone uncomfortable. " He tells his hostess, "How much did you bet?" He asks, he keeps his bets
Valeria Rolan-Ruiz:
Val reaches out and grabs Vincent's arm.
"Nuh uh uh. What the fuck was that? You are supposed to be fucking hosting, not being a prick." She stands up straight and glares at Teagan. "One of your fucking own feels fucking safe around this dipshit and you can't even give him the time of day cause he got fucking killed and didn't have no say in the fucking thing, and he doesn't keep any fucking 'slaves' or what have you. Vincent's a dumbass, sure. But listen here asshole. Theres fucking words we use to describe people who judge on things people can't control. Dont fucking become one of em."
Ylva Theodulus:
Ylva stands looking to everyone then nods. Heading to the door.
"Yeah thats fair. Have a good night everyone."
She disappears off into the woods as a little Red Fox.
Sturm:
Sturm watches this from the mouth of the stairwell, leaning against the doorframe. She pinches the bridge of her nose as Val begins to speak, shaking her head.
"That's what ghouls are in nearly all of the world -- which is where just about everyone in this room is from. Its different in Philly, but not different enough that we have to like it."
She steps into the room properly, prepared to intercede. You know. As the only present member of Direct Action who can deal bashing damage while throwing someone out of their living room.
Teagan:
When Val tries to stare Teagan down, the Mirrorskin's hands both come up to rest on the hilt of his weapons, and his eyes lock onto hers. The slow pace of his bare feet across the floor carries him until he's right in front of her, and their nose comes so close that she can feel the heat from their skin.
He doesn't yell. He doesn't scream. He whispers, and the threat contained in his body radiates off of him with the crackling of his Summer Mantle.
"Get. Out. Of. My. House."
Vincent Drake:
"Val, please stop." He says
Olivia Greene:
Liv leans in front of Val. "Don't. Pick your battles. Not here, not now, not this."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"I guess we never specified but I was figuring a hundred on each. But it looks like it might be a wash, cos the Eagles aren't looking so good, here. Bye, Ylva. We'll talk later."
When Val squares up on her husband, Sigrun conjures a baton of pure glamour out of nothing. A crackling, sparkling, golden thing that shimmers with her own inner light. It hums as she brandishes it up into her hand and begins advancing on her erstwhile guest.
Valeria Rolan-Ruiz:
After the pleading of her girlfriend and best friend, she relents.
"Fine then. Fuck you too."
She nods to Liv and Vinny.
"Have fun at the shitshow, I'm gonna go see if Guy needs me. Cause ya know, apparently I'm a slave." And she exits unless stopped.
The Game:
This game is incredible. Tied 35 35 after a third Jalen Hurts rushing TD.
Arthur Phoenix:
Artie leans up off the backdoor now that Avery and Vinny are no longer out back. He has never been an inposing figure, but people didn't get to be rude to his friends in their house.
"Hey! I'm not sure who you are exactly but that's not how we talk to anyone in their house so how bout you take yourself outside! Or else." He says directed at Val who can maaaaybe feel a bit of heat warming up the air around them.
To the lings, it is apparent that Artie is also amongst the pretty high ranked summer as his Mantle intensifies, the droning pitch of cicadas suddenly filling the air as waves of heat waft off of him and towards Val like the start of a deadly laser.
Vincent Drake:
Vincent sings the eagles song meekly at the tie
Ylva Theodulus:
Red Fox Ylva will stop her a little bit down the road. But we can go elsewhere if you wanna engage with it.
Teagan:
"At least you know what you are," Teagan says dismissively, waving a hand and turning away from Val. He turns his back to her entirely, presenting a big open target. The non-verbal 'I could not be less afraid of you' must be purposefully communicated through the Mask, so please be assured that Teagan is doing that on purpose.
Petra Fichette:
Petra had blocked half the driveway with her RV when she arrived, but considering DA was hosting, bringing her RV converted into a makeshift ambulance had seemed like a great idea. And prescient considering the haze Summer heat in the place and Val stalking out. "Leave Guy alone," she called after Val. "Don't foist your shit on him."
Asbolus:
A light swirl of colder air arose from the Hunterheart as the other mantles started flaring, not as strong but notable on its own. As the offending parties made their way out Asbolus relaxed, letting out a quiet breath.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Teagan can feel very confident of this because Sigrun is all up in Val's grill for the entirey walk to the door. She and her big glowing baton of fuck around and find out. Once she's out the door, though, Sigrun swings the door shit behind them both with a slam sufficient to knock the 'Happy Spouse Happy House' sign right off the front with a clunk.
"Great. Now I have a fucking baton." She glances back out the front window, then calls back to Teagan, "You sure I can't beat her ass? I made the baton and everything."
Olivia Greene:
Liv glances at Artie. "Lay off her, she's on her way out already." Her tail, usually swishing with passive excitement, is deadly still. Her mantle gets lost in the high ranking flaring but the extra heat is still present "I guess I'll take my leave too. Since that's my girlfriend you just called a fucking slave." Liv turns and follows her partner out the door without waiting for a response.
Teagan:
"FUCK ALL OF YOU! EVERYBODY OUT! PARTY IS FUCKING OVER! ALL SLAVES FUCK OFF!" Teagan suddenly screams at the top of his lungs. Oop.
Avery Frisk:
Avery slowly steps back into the room, dropping Light Shy as well as Talon & Wing. They have their weapons drawn.
"I...heard yelling and threats...what's happening?"
And then there was the yelling and Avery clamped her hands over her ears, dropping the knives.
Vincent Drake:
Vinny went to hug Avery, "sorry, sorry, sorry." He says to DA
Arthur Phoenix:
Artie scowls and nods. "I didn't even get to throw axes and stuff..." As he gathers his cleavers. "Do you guys want the briskets? I don't wanna leave extra labor behind."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun gives her best Minnesota Momface of Monumental Whelp. Whelp. She heads back to the door and opens it back up again, holding it open for the general exodus. One of the things Sigrun doesn't do is gainsay her hubby in public. The party is, indeed, over it seems. Unceremoniously, too, as it hap. ens. Because Sigrun's not even apologizing about it.
"We can throw axes another time, Arthur," Sigrun assures him. "I was planning on taking the leftovers to the Freehold tomorrow. So if you want to turn up tomorrow morning to help me move 'em over, that'd be great. Otherwise I'll take care of it."
Asbolus:
Asbolus flinched at the shouting, his own keen senses firing off at the sudden but completely understandable outburst. "I can help move things over as well if you like. Thank you for hosting." He said to Sigrun, looking to Avery as Vincent consoled him before giving everyone still present a nod before stepping out himself.
Teagan:
The Mirrorskin just ... freezes for a moment after his outburst, and then... disappears. Teagan is just gone.
The big black and brown dog who'd been laying on the ground sighs and gets up. "I'll go find him," Oso grunts. "You twats might as well have wound the clock back a century. Assholes to the lot of you." Yes, the dog is talking. And cursing. And leaving.
Petra Fichette:
Petra sighed, flapped and resettled her wings. She'd missed pretty much all of what had happened and the party too. "Everyone ok?" She asked loudly. "I brought the party bus if there are any injuries. And If I like you, I'll give people a ride home too."
Avery Frisk:
Avery sits on the ground and pulls Vincent to her.
"What happened? Did...I do something? Why are people leaving?" Avery looks at Vincent in confusion.
Arthur Phoenix:
"Of course I'll come help. And maybe I'll host next year's party... Though you'll hafta remind me when this is. Hopefully it'll be as good a game with more Eagles."
He sighs and steps across the threshold to await Avery and Vinny to escort them elsewhere.
Vincent Drake:
Vincent sighs and looks at Sigrun, "I'm sorry, I seem to be the root of this drama, I'm sorry my presence caused strife, for the record He has every reason not to trust me and worry for the protection of his fam, this is his fucking house.", he turns to Avery, "Teagen was upset and instead of letting him be, someone provoked him in his own home."
Sturm:
Sturm walks over to the door to grab her boots, and begins lacing them up. "I'll help out, Petra. Make sure everyone gets back home safe. Could use a bit of a walk anyway." Yes, she is wearing a paint-stained crop top. That's fine, she's made of ice.
Avery Frisk:
Avery carefully puts away her knives, looking to Vincent. "Well...they were being dumb to do that. It's Teagan." Is Lav bashing her own character with her own character, hell yeah.
Avery looks to Sigrun. "Do I need to leave too?"
Arthur Phoenix:
"Hi Petra," Artie greets from outside, with a wan smile. His usual pluckiness a bit muted.
"Glad to see you're not working tonight. Sorry you missed the party though. Hey. Question though. Dcyou know why that girl said ahe was gonna go see Guy?"
Petra Fichette:
Petra gave Sturm a hug and nodded. "Thanks..." She shot a look in the direction Val had gone, then turned back to Artie. "She's the girl Guy saved and who decided she wanted to stay his ghoul." She said it very matter of factly, her tone so bland it could only be covering up her true feelings.
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
"Correct," Sigrun assures Vincent. "Your presence here was about keeping Avery safe. We've done that for the night. But now my husband's gone off to who knows where, and I have to worry about him and you. And a dozen fucking other things. And that makes me angry."
Sigrun actually stammers at Avery, grasping the side of her head. "The entire point is keeping you here, Avery! You and Vincent. Seeing if the dumb fucking slaver would try something. No. Don't leave. I will be fucking angry if you or Vincent leave right now. Sit the fuck down and don't fucking move until we're ready to take you home in a controlled manner." She pulls out her phone and starts texting. Teagan, presumably.
Arthur Phoenix:
"Oh. I see. Hmm. I'll have to talk to her more but right now I'm mad at her. That was rude and stupid. If she knows she's no slave to Guy, she shouldn't be offended. I hope she knows most Vampires out there aren't like Guy..." He says strolling to his car ro put the two big meat handling knives away before coming back over.
Sturm:
Sturm winces at the tone, but takes a deep, meditative breath to steady herself. "... only the other partner isn't here. Should I go and pick her up while I'm out with Petra? I can either bring her back here, or to the safehouse." She returns Petra's hug, and gently pats the much smaller woman on the back before grabbing her jacket. "Oh, and text me when you know where Teagan is? Please."
Avery Frisk:
Avery nods quickly to Sigrun. "I- I, okay. I won't move."
She makes grabby hands towards Vinny. Sigrun said don't move so it doesnt matter that she's in the hallway right now. She is staying RIGHT there.
Vincent Drake:
"Let's just sit down." He mutters walking to the couch
Arthur Phoenix:
The smith looks to Sigrun. "It's ok Sig. If you want I was planning to escort them home or wherever. If you need to take care of your household, you can leave the rest to me for the night."
Vincent Drake:
He turns to Artie, "She happens to be my best friend." He sighs, explaining some of her anger
Petra Fichette:
"From my impression of her, she thinks she can wind whomever she wants around her little finger. And she sits too close to Guy. So don't feel like you need to find a reason to forgive her or let whatever the offense was just go away for Guy's sake." She waved a finger at Vincent. "She's your friend? You take responsibility for her."
Sigrun Ljosdottir:
Sigrun is rapid fire texting with Teagan, apparently. "Teagan's good." It's shouted, hopefully loud enough for people to hear it. "Alright. I'll take you guys home in my truck. Do you want to pack up some leftovers, or anything? And do you want some guards to hang around overnight?" Sigrun gives Arthur a thumbs up. "Teagan says thank you. And I guess I owe you one, too. If you could get them back, that would be great, actually. Doubly so if you wouldn't mind hanging around to watch their place tonight. I'll be by after I get some sleep to relieve you around 3am. If that works for you."
Sigrun informs Vincent, "Your friend squared up with my husband in my living room. She gave me her back while getting in my husbands face. I had very dark thoughts about your friend, Vincent. Very, very dark thoughts."
Vincent Drake:
He sighs, "I'm sorry, this is my fault." He says, "I'm not excuse her actions, it was totally disrespectful and tell her so."
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