[ALT PARTY] It's their party and they'll cry if they want to!

[firecracker_hopping]

Who: Open
When: Sunday!
Where: Anais's apartment, then to a bar.
Before/After: During the tournament!
Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, probably swearing, uhhhh lotsa stuff

Lera parked her car somewhere in Bastantown, briefly hoping it would not be broken into. Then she felt tremendously bad about suspecting that for a second, which promptly reinforced her decision that tonight, the drinks would be on her.

In time, perhaps, she would regret that.

Of course, she also got there early because that seemed the best way to make a good impression. She arrived at Anais's apartment about fifteen minutes ahead of time. Then, however, she realized that she could be a bother. Which would be bad! She wanted to show support and friendliness because they were nice enough to invite her!

As such, when people first start walking, Lera was standing outside. She looked smartly dressed, at least, with a fancy button-up shirt and a cool skirt. "I hope she knows we're coming!" she murmured to herself.

And that her Visa would forgive her.

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[firecracker_hopping]

"We can figure out something, I'm sure..." Lera said, a flash of guilt in her yes. That damnable Toyota! It was too small.

Hopefully it would not need new upholstery, too. Rasmus was big enough to hit the ceiling. She looked at Harriet, then she shrugged her shoulders once. "Not totally sure," she said, "but it seems like it'd be okay!"

But it wasn't her house.

She flashed a grin at Anais, getting hugged by Rasmus.

[vallinar]

There was a time when Anais would have swatted Rasmus for picking her up like that and squeezing her half to death. That, however, was before Anais hadn't seen Rasmus in months. She managed a half-hearted swat at his arm, however, when he released her. He'd expect that much, at least.

"Yes, feel free to turn it on," she said, gesturing to the television set. How had they not done that yet?

[bulldozer]

"Ah, yes, the television. I know about the television."

And he sounded so proud of himself for it, too! Aren't you proud of him, Anais? The swat is accepted as par for the course, barely more than a cat brushing up against a leg really. With everyone occupied with turning the television on, he caught sight of the food, and in moving over to see what the Khshathra was drinking took some of the puny mortal offerings carrot and celery sticks.

"What is it you have, Lady?" He was allowed to just go up to her and ask, right? She was pretty chill about this sort of thing so it was okay, right?

[jupiter_bands]

"It is a cocktail of my own creation," Harriet answered. "I think I'll call it the Buzzcut."

On account of the bees. Harriet had not yet anticipated that all cocktails would taste like bees.

When the others switched on the TV, it pulled away her attention almost instantly, though. Didn't want to miss a minute of quality spying on alts...er... footage of a certain ex-rockstar ...p-programming.

[firecracker_hopping]

"Why the Buzzcut?" Lera asked, looking at Harriet for a moment.

She looked at the television, too, mouth opening as she saw contestants swinging weapons at each other -- and actual effects from Zenderael, which looked completely different in a live feed.

"That's amazing," she said quietly. "I've seen a little bit of magic and such in person, but--but this is amazing."

[jupiter_bands]

"Because it stings," Harriet explained, still watching the TV.

It wasn't the first she'd seen of the tournament because she'd been watching at home, but ~STILL AWESOME~.

And... violent. She winced as one fighter slammed another to the ground.

"Oh boy is it okay to do that to someone's head? That looks like it could cause permanent damage."

[ghostlyheiress]

"Meh. It's all flash, no substance." Lynea commented, taking a seat on an end of the couch. To be quite honest with herself, what she saw so far on the TV was extremely disappointing. Watching the tournament was supposed to get her blood boiling and interested, each and every fight bringing desire to be right there in the fight.

It was definitely not doing that for Lynea. Most of the moves were slow, predictable and came out too much like little kids slapfighting each other than any sort of battle. It was all very dull, much like this bowl of popcorn she was snacking on.

It was all really quiet. Maybe if she made the TV louder, things would at least be beyond tolerable. She reached for the remote and went do just that.

Except she didn't know how...

She stared down at the remote, a device far beyond anyone's understanding, much less hers. Why the fuck did it have so many buttons? You could only really press them with your thumb, so it wasn't like the rest of them were all that useful. On top of that some of the buttons were even a different color...for what reason, Lynea wouldn't even bother to guess.

She took another minute to give it a focused stare and then finally pressed a button. Oh look, another button lit up...but it didn't turn the volume up. She gave a disgruntled noise, uncomfortable that something so small could defeat her so easily. She pressed a few more, even the one that said 'volume' but each time the remote only rewarded her with the same button flashing red. What the fuck was 'MP' mean, anyway?

After minute of almost complete defeat and just when one of the earther would most likely try to help her out, Lynea did the only thing she could do.

She gave up.

"Well, guess this is broken." she confirmed to herself, tossing the remote out the nearest window. Unfortunately for Anais' budget, Lynea didn't notice the window was currently closed.

Windows Lynea has broken: 2

[firecracker_hopping]

"It looks like it hurts, but maybe if they use healers..." Lera said, thoughtfully, to Harriet. She watched the screen -- and glanced momentarily at Lynea, in time to see her looking at the remote. She opened her mouth, before she saw her pressing a few buttons, and then saw the remote get thrown.

She followed its path into, through, and finally out the window. She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

"Um," she said aloud, "that... that looked like it was probably kind of expensive..."

[vallinar]

"I do not believe anyone dies in these things," Anais said with a shrug. "Well, perhaps the Ahura if he is particularly unskilled." And she hoped that would not happen here, to be quite honest. She didn't trust the Ahura as far as she could throw him, however. He was still a berserker, after all. Still, the Spenta had told her he trusted him, and she supposed that was good enough for her.

Anything else she might have thought to say, however, immediately disappeared the minute she heard shattering glass. Anais turned, staring intently at the window which, unfortunately for her, was now broken. Slowly, very slowly, she turned back to look at Lynea, eyes narrowing.

"You will pay to replace that window, Lynea." She was not getting a choice in the matter. If Lynea was capable of breaking a window, she was perfectly capable of replacing it. Tough love, Lynea.