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pineslog2017-06-13 05:38 pm
holdmybeer) wrote in pineslog2017-06-13 05:38 pm
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Who: Peter Quill holdmybeer & YOU.
Where: La Casa de Peter, aka 5022 3B.
When: The 19th.
What: It's party time.
Warnings: Bad life choices.
[OPEN.]
[ peter made sure to get up at the crack of dawn so he could finish preparing for the party. he stocked the fridge in the garage for ease of access, since he didn’t want to add to the traffic that would no doubt be going in and out his home throughout the day. he probably should have maybe put a little more thought into this, but hindsight’s 20/20 so oops. he could, however, avoid starting wayward pines first hell in the cell by moving items of importance into the spare room. he didn’t want to end up on the ass end of an ass kicking, so in between setting up a half dozen tents, chairs, and tables he made sure he had his own ass covered. ]
[ at eleven on the dot he turns on his music, cranking it up as high as it’ll go. it was late enough that he didn’t feel bad for waking the dead. firing up the grill he catches himself eyeballing the trampoline. he hadn’t really had a chance to break it in… but then he had to remember the tree house incident and his enthusiasm tapered. he couldn’t afford to break his arm or his leg or… anything, really. ] …at least not now. [ he murmured under his breath with a snort. later though, he had a date with destinyand the ER. ]
[ stupid ideas aside the gate’s open, so arriving party goers can just go around back. beer in hand, peter’s manning the grill and greeting people as they arrive. he’ll be asking their pleasure and poison… all while also trying to instigate balloon and chicken fights, because, c’mon, he can’t be the only one making bad decisions. oh, and pool’s open, so don’t hesitate to make a splash. ]
( ooc; mingle thread! feel free to make your own top levels. i’ll be tagging around with peter. oh, and don’t forget that ½ the day is going to be a-ok and ½ the day is going to be not so a-ok. things are going to go from bad to worse too, since characters can die during the next part of the plot, so i wrote a kind of out.run while you still can. but until the shit hits the fan there’s food & drink, a pool w/ a slide, a trampoline, supersoakers, and a box of fireworks. have at it. )
holdmybeer & YOU.Where: La Casa de Peter, aka 5022 3B.
When: The 19th.
What: It's party time.
Warnings: Bad life choices.
[OPEN.]
[ peter made sure to get up at the crack of dawn so he could finish preparing for the party. he stocked the fridge in the garage for ease of access, since he didn’t want to add to the traffic that would no doubt be going in and out his home throughout the day. he probably should have maybe put a little more thought into this, but hindsight’s 20/20 so oops. he could, however, avoid starting wayward pines first hell in the cell by moving items of importance into the spare room. he didn’t want to end up on the ass end of an ass kicking, so in between setting up a half dozen tents, chairs, and tables he made sure he had his own ass covered. ]
[ at eleven on the dot he turns on his music, cranking it up as high as it’ll go. it was late enough that he didn’t feel bad for waking the dead. firing up the grill he catches himself eyeballing the trampoline. he hadn’t really had a chance to break it in… but then he had to remember the tree house incident and his enthusiasm tapered. he couldn’t afford to break his arm or his leg or… anything, really. ] …at least not now. [ he murmured under his breath with a snort. later though, he had a date with destiny
[ stupid ideas aside the gate’s open, so arriving party goers can just go around back. beer in hand, peter’s manning the grill and greeting people as they arrive. he’ll be asking their pleasure and poison… all while also trying to instigate balloon and chicken fights, because, c’mon, he can’t be the only one making bad decisions. oh, and pool’s open, so don’t hesitate to make a splash. ]
( ooc; mingle thread! feel free to make your own top levels. i’ll be tagging around with peter. oh, and don’t forget that ½ the day is going to be a-ok and ½ the day is going to be not so a-ok. things are going to go from bad to worse too, since characters can die during the next part of the plot, so i wrote a kind of out.
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In music, at least. [he smirks at Bucky's choice in swimwear]
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I'm pretty sure these things don't come in any pattern but 'tacky'. [ Returning that smirk, he gestures at Blaine's swim trunks with his beer. ] Case in point.
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Well, you know what Madonna says: "Beauty's where you find it". [why does he even know that song. He's not sure himself; the words just come to him]