8/28 Game: Bunker Party

[puppygirl]

Timeline - 12/12

"This. Is. Retarded," Darren sighed, looking down at the plates on the floor, "the staff here have a redicuous sense of humour."

Tigra crawled under the table and curled up by a plate of chicken. "I like it!" She grinned.

"Dis! Dis is epic!" The voice arrived before the bedecked Joshua staggered through the door, metal wing apparently covered in holly and smears of lipstick. "Aaaah swear Ah ain' hadta buy a drin' all night!" He grinned inanely, a half-full bottle of wine in one hand. A Christmas hat was perched precariously on his head and there was a group of lipsticky kisses on his face. "Happy End O'd' Worl'!"

Cessily seemed to have had lost the ability to sit still for anything longer but a few moments. She was simply too excited to be back in her shiny metallic body. Her real, proper body. "I'd totally agree with you there, Darren," she said, bouncing excitedly. "But I'm still way too happy to complain about anything."

Darren rolled his eyes at Jay, he himself was wearing reindeer horns, "I'm glad your back too Cess, it was weird seeing you with normal skin ... no offense."

Tigra caught Cess and pulled her under the table with her to give her another hug. "I like Cessy being all nonstick and shiny again. Means I can cover her in chocolate sauce." She grinned.

Emma walked into the room and shook her head. "Well it seems the party has started without me." She said making a bee line for the drinks and grabbing herself one.

"None taken," Cessily replied, showing Darren a smile. "It was even weirder having to live with it." She bent down just in time to get snatched and squished by Tigra, giving a surprised but joyful squeak. "I'm sure you can relate to that, though. Am I right?"

"Oooooooh fuck yeah," Darren grinned, bending down and snagging a beer, "Hey Em."

"Heeeey, hey hey, lighten up y'aaall!" With a mess of feathers and chimes and swearwords, Jay seated himself under the table and grinned. "'S nearly Chris'mas aaaan' d' worl's meant t' end and y'all ain' normal no more!" He plunked the bottle of wine by his plate and pulled out another. "'S good! An' eatin' unner d' table! S' like bein' a kid again!"

"It's like a Christmas gift come early," Cessily said, turning her head when Emma entered. "Hey there, Em! Come and take a... seat?"

"Hi Emma!" Tigra grinned, waving a piece of chicken and sniffing at all the scents again to relearn them.

Darren poked his head under the table, "Jay ... how do you even fit under there with those wings?"

She turned back to Tigra, wearing a grin. "You know, the most fun part about that isn't getting covered in chocolate sauce," she mentioned. "But the way the sauce gets removed again." She put an arm around the girl's waist and leaned against her fuzzy friend.

Tigra grinned, "Oh yes, I'm a big fan of removing the sauce too." She nodded, offering Cess some chicken.

Jay blinked at Darren, then pointed back at them. "Stretchy. Gimme cup 'n join me."

Emma looked over to Darren and smiled. "Hey Darren, how is the end of the world treating you." She said with a smile as she knocked back her glass of champagne and grabbing another. Hearing Cess she bent down and smiled. "I think I'm good up here away from the food and the food stains."

Tigra leaned to put her head on the floor and look up at Emma, "You can stay up there - I'm quite enjoying the veiw..." she giggled.

"Ooh, but don't stay away too long, or you'll miss the obligatory food fight," Cessily told Emma with a laugh. She leaned over to Tigra and nibbled on some of the offered chicken. "Though, the food is almost too yummy for that, I'd say."

Darren passed a cup down and crawled under the table to join his fellows, "This is so wierd, have you seen all the 'what to do in a nuclear fallout' signs they've put up, crazy dudes," Darren shook his head, knocking his beer back.

"I'm pretty sure we're going to listen to the good old public service announcements later," Cessily said, chuckling again.

Jay spotted Cess and waved, swaying a little before picking up his bottle. "Hey shiny babe!" He hiccuped. "Ah think Ah got some mistletoe 'roun' here somewhere..." He pulled out a bedraggled sprig. "Hah! Ceeeeeeessy...?"

Cessily arched her eyebrows at Jay, before giggling herself. "Oh my, already celebrating over there, Jay?"

Jules entered the ballroom, combat helmet atop her head, and bullet proof vest over her chest. "Who's ready for the world to stand still!?" She called out merrily

"Hey, look at that!" Cessily laughed and pointed at the newcomer. "Someone's all dressed appropriately." She waved. "Hey, Julie!"

Darren raised an eyebrow at Jay, taking in all the lipstick marks, either he'd pulled a lot of Queens or the hetrotitus had really infected him there, "Ahhh! Another one for our bunker of party food!"

"Julie!" Tigra was out from under the table in seconds and hugging Julie tight.

Emma simply laughed at Tigra and walked away from the table. She then saw Julie and really hoped that no one actually knew about what she and Alex had done in that damn closet and if Julie had found out. She didn't care if she had, but it would be a bother to deal with it now.

Julie oof'ed and hugged her back. "Wow! That tiger-stuff really looks great on you. You shouldn't go back, you should keep this." She nodded sagely.

"Damn straigh'. 'M gonna be happy, fuck it, 'n one of dat is gonna be gettin' kisses offa as many pretty girls 'n' guys as Ah can. So pucker up, Cess, an' c'mere." He grinned at her.

"Tiger stuff?" Tigra blinked at Julie, "I intend to keep like this on account of the fact it's all attached to me."

"It's all genuine," Cessily tossed in, nodding in Tigra's direction. "I can vouch for that."

Darren finished his beer and snorted at Jay, pcking up another one.

She crawled out from under the table and skipped over to Jay. "Alright, here I am," she exclaimed, putting her arms around him.

"Okay, so we're ready for the end of the world! Right? So what're the two scenarios we're looking forward to the most? I'm hoping for alien abduction or government conspiracy. Of any kind. Such as alien abductions." She smiled widely.

"Zombie appolocalpse all the way!"

Jay grinned, wrapping an arm around her and winking. "Better make it a good'un, righ'?" He kissed her hard, still holding the mistletoe above them.

"Oh Oh! Zombies! I found out I'm a great shot!" She giggled.

Julie winked to Darren and Tigra. "Double-tap!"

Cessily let out a delighted squeak before the kiss silenced her. She overcame her surprise quickly and returned it eagerly, holding Jay close. It felt so good to be her old self again.

Julie zipped over to the drinks and mixed juices that didn't really work together, and began to knock them back. "Mmmm! Where's the sugar?" She spotted the soda and squealed in delight as she rushed over and poured three cups for herself.

"Or ... maybe something like in Fallout, that's be cool," Darren said thoughtfully, staring at his beer bottle ... he'd only got the chance to be drunk once ... he kinda missed it.

"... You know, you really probably shouldn't have all that soda Jules?" Darren suggested, a look of slight distaste crossing his face.

"Ooh, yes, Fallout would be awesome," Cessily remarked, laughing as she pulled away from Jay's lips for a moment. "They have super-mutants in that. So, we'd all be super, right?" Her expression lit up. "Anyone else think we should be starting to save up on bottle caps to use for bartering?"

"Hyper Julie is a happy Julie!" Tigra told Darren, "And I love happy Julie!"

She gulped and shot Darren a thumbs up. When she finished, she wiped her mouth and replied "It's okay, I'm fast again. Which means so is my matabolism."

"Don't we all," Cessily asked, glancing in Tigra and Julie's direction.

Julie looked to Cess, "I got bartering already covered. I got so much.... steak... in my room that I'll be able to buy my way into the Hoover Dam after the apocalypse. Though Cess, you could probably just flash your way in!"

Jay finally surfaced for air, still grinning and holding Cess, the hand with the mistletoe in correcting the hat before it fell off. "Y'll hafta excuse d' slightly sloppy technique, Cess, Ah appear to be quite inerberated."

As Emma started to enjoy herself, her cellphone rang. After a very brief conversation Emma only said, "Alright" and hung up the phone. "Well it looks like I don't get to relax even during the end of the world. Hellfire calls. Have some more drinks for me everyone." Emma said as she walked out the door.

"... Steak? Zombie bait?"

"Later Emma!"

"You don't say," Cessily replied, giving Jay a lopsided smirk. "And the sloppy technique often turns out to be the most exciting." She lifted his hat long enough to tousle his hair.

"Bye Emma!" she waved and took the girl at her word, pouring a drink.

"See you later, Emma!" Cessily turned to wave at her.

"Bye Emma! I will!" She waved enthusiastically and then turned to Darren. "No, 'steak'." She said the word with finger-quotations. "Y'know... you roll it? Smoked steak? Comes in ounces?"

"Ain' dat d' truth. Tongues everywhere." He winked. "Oh, weed? Smoke? Y'all got smoke?"

Darren just stared at her, "I have never heard it call that before, ever," he shrugged, "then again, not like I have much use for it, can't even get drunk man."

Cessily chuckled, heading for the drinks, as well. "And you just know it, Jules. Not only do I got a pair of lovely boobies, I even got them all silvered." She laughed. "That's gotta raise the value by a huge margin, right?"

She nodded repeatedly to Jay as she drank from her plastic cup, the soda splashing out as she nodded. She then stopped drinking and laughed loudly at Cessily's observation.

Jay was absolutely, completely, wholeheartedly determined he was going to be happy for Christmas. He slid back under the table near Darren, looked at him hopefully and shook the mistletoe.

"You know where you can shove that mistletoe," Darren smirked.

Jay grinned and grabbed the bottle from earlier. "Later." He projected as he drank, just for Darren to hear.

Darren snorted, shaking his head but saying nothing, "... I could totally write a drunk.exe file for myself, right, huh?"

"Was worth a try, right, ami?" He said for everyone else to hear as he put the bottle down. "Hey...why'm Ah d' only sober one here? C'mooon, guys, it's Christmas! Bring on d' vodka! Do we have vodka?"

"Vodka's not really a seasonal drink ... but I'm sure there's some potatoe wine somewhere," Darren snorted, climbing out from under the table.

"You're not sober!" Tigra laughed at Jay, "You're plastered!" She picked up a bottle of whiskey and looked around for a glass.

Darren looked around the room, "This is a pretty small fucking party huh? You don't think maybe the world's ended already and we're the only ones left, huh?" he grinned.

"Mutants rule the world!" Tigra grinned, "That'd kick ass!"

"Yep, I'd say Jay already got a pretty big head start compared to the rest of us," Cessily said, returning to the dishes underneath the table now that she had a drink for herself.

"...Ah meant dat. What she said." Jay necked the rest of the bottle, nearly sliding onto the floor as he did, only his wings keeping him sitting up, using them to prop him up. "Aaaaaah'm not that drunk." His accent slipped as he pointed to Tigra, the educated Georgian replacing the New Orleans.

"Ah can't help it if Ah go out to the bar and end up being dragged on a crawl for being pretty!"

"Oh yeah, of course you're not..." She giggled and leaned to pat Jay on the head, curling her tail up to tickle his cheek.

"I wouldn't write it off as impossible." She replied to Darren as she stuffed doritos into her mouth. "However, I also wouldn't say it's likely. If you calculate the actual numbers that these people are saying for the planets aligning and meteors colliding and shit, the odds are literally astronomical. Like they made up sets of numbers and a type of math just to calculate the improbilaty factor for this type of thing."

Darren eyed Jay and smirked, "Well if that's the case, I guess Jay had better drop his pants and get to work fertelising you two squishy fleashlings here, gotta repopulate the earth huh?"

"Also, where are the Sunchips?" She asked, as she took another handful of Fritos, combined them with the doritos, and stuck them both into her eating-hole.

Jay's eyes widened and he mouthed 'fuck no, are you kidding' at Darren.

"It'll do no good - I saw to that already way back." She told Darren, "I can have all the sex I like. No kiddies for me til I want 'em."

Darren shrugged, "Weeeeeeeeee-eeeell, I can't do it now can I, Cess and I can't make babies in the conventional way."

"I second that," Cessily tossed in, nodding firmly.

"At least the Twinkies will be safe." She said happily, to herself really, having already faded out of the conversation and allowed her imagination to wander to 'Wall-E'

"Theeen the race is doomed, Ah'm gay, remember?" Jay reached for the second wine bottle, pointing at Darren before batting at the tail. "No babies! No kids. No women. Ever." Liar.

"Not with Dr. McCoy around," Cessily reminded Julie. "How long do you think they'd last when he gets the munchies?"

"We'll find him crouched over a box of them, growling at anyone who comes near 'em," Darren nodded.

She looked to Cess with horror. "Not my Twinkies, right?!"

"Julie - never give McCoy your pot."

"Well no, for one he'd give you detention."

"First he gives you detention, then he takes your twinkies," Cessily explained, nodding sagely.

"We can survive dentention - we've lived through ages of it after that Kevin fiasco...."

"Yes! It's the twinkies I'm worried for. Those poor little cakes wouldn't know what hit them...."

"Fuckin' essay." Came the drunken slur from behind a bottle.

"See, with McCoy it wouldn't just be detention, it'd be a lecture ... with maybe a powerpoint," Darren shuddered ... powerpoints.

"I don't think I ever showed up for detention after they informed us we all deserve to be punished," Cessily said, making a face.

"'S alright for you, y' can watch porn 'n no one'll know."

Tigra laughed, "Oh no! Not a presentation!"

"The monotony would kill us all."

"Nah it wouldn't - if there was a group you know we'd ignore it in favour of heckling." She necked a glass of whiskey and tried to ignore the taste.

Jay actually jumped and squeaked as the lights suddenly went. "Tha fuck?"

"Yeah, but then he'd give us more detention, which means more heckling, which'll be a vicious cycle and anyway-huh?" He frowned as the lights went, "... oh har, har ..."

"...Old man X not pay the bills again?"

"I'm glad that I don't have another presentation until..." Cessily was cut off by the loud popping sound and the sudden darkness, bumping her head against the table as she jumped.

Tigra blinked and reajusted her eyes, "That was unexpected..."

Darren reached out with his powers, "Eh ... looks like a blown fuse ... don't worry about it."

"Maybe that's the point where the party is supposed to become more intimate," Cessily remarked and chuckled.

Darren snorted, "The only problem with orgys in the dark is that your clothes get mixed up at the end."

Jay blinked, then chuckled nervously, unconsciously edging until he could feel Darren. "Yeah..."

"And here I thought that was all part of the fun," Cessily replied.

"Don't think Darren's thong'll fit me though."

Darren sighed, shifting into his techno-organic form, the yellow lights from his skin illuminating the area around him with a gentle light, "Everyone okay?"

"Yeah, it wouldn't, your balls would be dwarfed in it," he snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, oh great lavalampyness," Cessily said, giving a soft laugh. "I'm fine. And thanks. That's pretty neat."

"I'm fine - I can see perfectly well in the dark... kinda like the dark... think it's the inner preadator." She grinned at Darren, her gleaming fangs reflecting the light he was giving off as well as her eyes.

Jay sighed in relief, taking another swig of the bottle, still keeping close enough to Darren that their knees were touching and trying to ignore the pressing darkness of the room around him. He was not going to admit it, even drunk, but he was terrified of the dark.

"I'm a man of many suprises," Darren winked at her.

And it was at that point there was a god-awful noise, like several heavy objects colliding with the roof above them, "Holy shit!"

Tigra crouched instinctively, "What the fuck was that?!"

"Ohhhh snap!" Julie buckled in her helmet and secured her vest, stuffing the last of her potato chips into her mouth. "Waaaarrr of the woooorrrlllds!"

"Maybe Darren can do a disco-ball for us lat... Hey what now!?" Cessily jumped again, and again bumped her head.

Jay jumped again, smacking his head off the table and tangling his wings as he tried to curl them around him. He clung to his bottle, amber eyes wide as he rocked slightly. "...Please tell me that was Farouk falling down the stairs..."

"Maybe .... it's like a meteorite or something?" Darren frowned.

Tigra's tail flicked back and forth behind her, her ears on a constant swivel for any other sounds. She giggled at Jay, "Oh I'd be sad to have missed that..."

"No, the mansion wouldn't be such a good shape if Farouk fell down somewhere," Cessily remarked, deciding to poke her head out from under the table. "I thought we left the crazy days behind us, though."

"Yeah me too..." She reached out to help Cess out from under the table since she could see what she was doing.

"Yeah, it would have shaken apart from the impact," Darren said, still watching the roof warily ... he was still paranoid after everything that had happened this semester.

"As someone who can see, hear and smell where she's going... I could go have a look - I can make it to the roof in two leaps." She turned to look at the others, "I'm feeling brave."

Jay was actually having to fight not to grab hold of Darren - even in his drunk state he knew that it wouldn't be appreciated, though the fright had sobered him slightly. "Dude-" Shuttupshuttupshuttup.

Cessily looked up towards the roof, then back down at the others. "What if it was a meteorite," she asked. "Like the one in that Blob movie. You know, with an icky creature inside."

Personally, Darren didn't think it would be much loss, "Yeah, she should totally go and check it out."

Tigra blinked. "Ewww I hope not that stuff looked like it stained..." She stepped over to the door at the side of the ballroom, "Okay I'll go have a look..." she turned the handle, "And this is where the hot cheerleader type dies!" She grinned and stepped out into the garden.

Julie leapt onto the ballroom table. "We need a gameplan! We need to find food, shelter, ammunition, we need radios, flashlights, batteries, oil, and condoms!" She pointed to Cessily. "Lots of condoms!"

"I could come along, if you like," Cessily offered, showing Tigra a smile. "Though, I'm pretty sure that two hot cheerleader types venturing out would be tempting fate."

Walking far enough out onto the grass to see up onto the roof, she turned and looked up. "What the fuck..." she mumbled in complete confusion. This required further investigation. "I'm going up!" She called inside and leapt up onto the roof.

"And why am I responsible for condoms," Cessily wanted to know, wearing a slight frown. "I'm back to my metally self again, after all. Remember? I have little use for them."

"You know what we need? A campfire, and some smores," Darren nodded, sitting back down under the table.

Yep. She wasn't hallucinating... well probably wasn't. She jumped back down onto the ground, "There's a whole lot of furniture on the roof - it looks like a department store up there."

Jay just stuck with staying under the table with the Darren-lights, cradling his bottle of wine. "Yeah..." He took another drink, keeping his eyes on the space under the table and not the darkness beyone.

"Furniture," Cessily asked, her eyes wide as she blinked at Tigra.

"Yeah, I'm not kidding - go and look if you like." She hopped up onto the tabletop. "Office stuff mostly..."

"... Furniture ... shit you don't think Kevin's escaped again do you?" He looked around, "Come back from Scotland to have his revenge?"

Julie thought of that and began to wimper.

"I can think of a few ways how furniture could have ended up on the roof," Cessily remarked with a deep frown. "The problem is, I don't like any single one of them."

"Ah'll kick his ass if he is."

"Nah he wouldn't fuck about with furniture..."

"Yeah ... but there were the lights first ... he's come to turn us all into lemmings after freaking us out totally," Darren warned.

Cessily felt like darting back underneath the table. "Please don't say that," she said, uneasily looking around. "I really don't want to see him ever again."

"He'd fuck around with us though...." She started to panic, her sudden act of bravado fading quickly.

"Well too bad for him I'm not afraid of the dark. He fails."

Ah am. Jay took another, longer drink.

She moved to the edge of the table and hung upside down to get at the food. "Come on guys, is a party... maybe there are candles somewhere..."

"We should all stay around the Christmas tree," Cessily suggested, looking at the others. "No one ever has anything bad happen to them around a Christmas tree, right?"

"... Cessily, you're a wonderful, sweet girl. Never ever peruse my dvd collection okay?"

"I was afraid you'd say something like that," Cessily replied, putting on an awkward expression.

Jay winced. Yeah...he was staying right here. At least he knew here. Or maybe his room...

Tigra climbed off the table and hugged Cessily to try and make her feel better, purring quietly as a comforting gesture.

"Well look on the bright side, at least no one wants to make us king of the woods, right?"

Cessily returned the hug and smiled. "Thanks, sweetie, but I'm fine," she said. "Which doesn't mean that you have to let go, though."

"And so far there are no giant, slobbering spiders trying to eat us," Cessily added, giving a slow nod. She looked up just to make sure.

"I have no intention of letting go," She licked Cessily's cheek, "Unless of course, someone else needs my attention more."

"Fuck dis shit. Ah'm gonna go get drunk in my room." Jay paused. "...Drunk-er. Ah've got lights up there." He pulled himself a little unsteadily out from under the table, staggering. "Ah'll see you later, alright?"

Darren also found himself looking up just to double check, "We appear to be Shelob free," Darren frowned as he watched Jay go, "Umm ... okay man, see you later?"

Jay waved, weaving out of the room, swearing occasionally as he bumped into something.

"If you get lost or accosted just yell - I'll hear you."

Cessily chuckled, feeling more relaxed again. "That won't be a problem," she said, a small smirk on her lips. "Provided you take me along when someone else needs comforting."

"Are you sure you'll find the way on your own, Jay," Cessily asked, but he was already out of the room. "Oh my..."

Darren raised an eyebrow, realising that he'd been pretty much left in a room with one girl who seemed to be in a sugar coma ... and two lesbians, "... Maybe I should leave you guys alone in the dark here, huh?"

"And then there were four." Tigra's ears were still twitching in the search for a suspicious sound that could explain the roof furniture.

"You don't want to watch?" Tigra asked Darren, grinning at him over Cessily's shoulder.

"Well no, live shows arn't my thing."

"Too bad," Cessily remarked with a laugh. "How about we try to find that blown fuse, though? Or if you guys are scared of dark basements, we could also try to find some candles."

"I can see fine.... or are you the one that's scared?" She nuzzled Cess playfully.

"I'm just looking for an excuse to snuggle in the cozy dark with you," Cessily replied. "That's why I vote for the candles."

"Riiiiight, well in that case I'll leave you two ... three? lovely ladies to it ad I'll be the big strong man and go see to the lights. I'm the master of eletricity again after all," Darren said, making his way over to the doorway, "you guys enjoy your final hours before the flying spagetti monster comes to deliver his justice."

"I don't fear spaghetti! It's tastey!" She grinned after Darren, "Don't talk to any strangers!"

"None stranger then me, fuzz-ball," Darren said, waving on his way out and leaving the three girls in total darkness.

"The flying spaghetti monster," Cessily asked and arched her eyebrows, but still gave a chuckle. "You mean it'll finally reveal itself? Oh my, I can't wait to find out what sort of flavour its sauce actually is. It's one of the last great mysteries of mankind."

Tigra giggled at Cess and cuddled her some more, "Sooo..." she said, purr starting up again, "Shall we go look for those candles or just settled down somewhere comfy and stay in the dark?"

"Mmm, perhaps we can see if there's a mistletoe nearby," Cessily suggested, gently kissing Tigra's neck. "I'm quite sure one can't be too far."

"I think Jay's is still under the table... but do we really need mistletoe to get all cosy? I think we can manage just fine without it."

"Well, we could at least sneak under the table to see if it's till there," Cessily suggested, putting her arms around the other girl.

"And we could stay under the table, it's private enough..." She eyed the food, "And we have rations."

Cessily laughed and pulled Tigra towards the large table. "Ooh, good idea," she said. "It's always good to be prepared to fight exhaustion."

"This under the table food thing was inspired." Tigra followed her, settling down again, "All meals should be served this way."

"And in the dark," Cessily added, a smirk on her lips.

[Edited on 28/8/2010 by puppygirl]