Slumber Party~ (Backdated)

[funnygirl]

Who: Belle, Beast, and whoever wants to come!
What: Slumber Party
When: Friday 13th, in the evening.
Where: House 17
Summary: Belle is throwing a slumber party open to the whole village! it's a totally gender equal thing
Rating: PG? PG-13? R because of Isaac?


Belle has spent most of the day preparing the house for the nightly festivities. She went out and got as much food and snacks and she and Beast could carry (which is a lot). She's also swept through every extra room in the house, laying out extra pillows and blankets where guests are sure to find them. Each room has enough sleeping supplies for about two people, so hopefully people will be bringing their own things as she asked.

As far as party plans go, it's a free-for-all. If anyone has any game or activity suggestions then they should come forward with them. After all, this is Belle's first slumber party and she doesn't know all of the traditions just yet. Except for one: pillow fights.

Comments

tw: blood, disembodied animal head

[relictusdeus]

[An open invitation means there is the potential for unexpected guests, and for all his uncertainty as to what a slumber party involves, Isaac ensures that he is one of them if only briefly. Having once found himself under Belle's roof for a time makes a simple task of returning via teleportation – and he has not shown himself in empty-handed. His first offering comes in the form of a trophy from his most recent hunt, a glassy-eyed deer head with reddened, frayed fur ringing the stump of its neck. Dumping it all too gleefully onto the nearest kitchen counter (space permitting,) he then sets down a small basket of red apples among the other goods.

They look appealing, at least. Not unlike the batch that had doomed Rosaly.]

'twould have been a shame to let the meat go to waste. [He’ll remark amusedly to whomever may boggle at the head.] ‘twill make for a fine roast... and serve as a charming decorative piece, all the while.

[funnygirl]

[Belle walks into the kitchen just in time to witness Isaac dropping the deer head on the counter. She opens her mouth to say something but then covers it with her mouth. This is clearly not the type of food she'd been referring to. But then she notices the apples and feels a little better. That means he's making a real attempt right? Hopefully...]

Um...yes. I suppose it will. I'm so glad you came, Isaac. I didn't believe you would.

[relictusdeus]

[Eyebrows lift in mock surprise before he fans his fingers against his chest.] You wound me. I would not miss this... grand event for all the world.

[He offers a pleasant smile, watching her.] ...So when exactly does this orgy of yours begin?

[funnygirl]

[She stares blankly at him, not understanding at all.]

I don't know what you mean. The party has already started. A few people may still be coming, but I believe that most are here.

[relictusdeus]

No matter. Honestly, Belle... I did not think you capable of arranging something as... unseemly and delightful as to invite all the village to join you in the act of celebration and sleeping with one another. And all under your roof.

[His smirk broadens with fiendish approval.] You filthy creature~.

[funnygirl]

[Her cheeks begin to flush as his insinuations start to make clear sense.]

You're wrong. This is nothing like...that. It's just a party. Yes, people are welcome to stay over, but they will all have their own places to sleep.

[relictusdeus]

[He had been seeking a little more in the ways of flustered shock. But, alas --]

How disappointing, and for a party! I had hoped for far better.

[funnygirl]

Those actions are best left in the privacy of one's own home. Not at a party.

[relictusdeus]

At a dull excuse for a party, you mean... not that there is any other sort, in this place. [He adds under his breath, rolling his eyes. A devil can dream, can’t he?

The rave had been something of an exception, meeting his primal and restless energies with its own and providing an unexpected outlet for them. It had been thrumming with strange music that he felt buzzing in his bones and in the pit of his stomach, bodies swaying and drinks flowing endlessly; a liberating experience.]

Well, so be it.

[The fun's over - he had set out to do what he meant to do and had enjoyed his little joke. Stepping back, a glowing portal opens underfoot.]

[funnygirl]

[Belle blinks in surprise and takes a step back.]

I assume you're not staying?

oops NOW IN THE RIGHT PLACE

[relictusdeus]

[He rewards her with a soft, patronizing grin.] You assume correctly. I haven't any reason to linger; I have done what was needed. At least I know now the true meaning of a 'slumber party'.

[To have been anything like what he had hoped for would have been too good to be true, but it hadn't hurt to investigate.

He pauses, glancing to the counter.] ...I do hope you enjoy the head.

[funnygirl]

[She's not certain whether to feel relieved or disappointed. A part of her wanted him to stay, but the other part knew how uncomfortable his presence would make everyone. A few people especially come to mind. Perhaps it's best that he does leave now...]

Ah...thank you. It was very kind of you to drop it off. [She eyes the head warily.]

[relictusdeus]

[And as much satisfaction there is to take in unnerving others, he doesn't think it worth his efforts at this time. The deer head shall surely have a few people talking, at least.

Offering her the most skeptical of smiles at her gratitude, he reaches and slides a hand under an enticing platter of cheeses, vanishing with it when the portal's pulsing light has faded to nothing.]

[tailasoldastime]

[There is an immediate narrowing of eyes upon the arrival of Isaac - Beast should've known he would come with such an open invitation. Since he surely wouldn't come without some other motive, he follows the redheaded demon into the kitchen.

... And that deer head sure makes him wince. Not just because of how much of a mess that blood is going to make on the counter, but by how much the sight and the smell immediately brings him back to his old habits in the West Wing.

Never again.]

Do you really expect someone to eat that?

[relictusdeus]

Come now; ‘tis no way to welcome a guest, much less to show your gratitude. [Along comes an easy, sidelong smile befitting of a host at a lavish party. Or a shady politician. He glances to the head with dim admiration, gesturing to it with an open palm.]

Tossed into a pot with a knob of butter, herbs, and a few vegetables if desired, and one shall have a veritable feast in a few hours’ time. ...But I would imagine a creature the likes of yourself would prefer it raw, that you might savour the taste of its blood…

[He puts a wet, gloved finger to his mouth, gently sucking the tip of it clean.]

[ofwesternwinds]

[Oh, well. This wasn't awkward or anything.

Having been helping out in the kitchen until now, the dismembered head isn't exactly what he'd call an expected "guest". Or Isaac, for that matter. While he's appreciative of the older man's hand in containing his curse, there's still the fact things were still... awkward, for a few reasons. Hence his relative silence while witnessing this sight.]

[relictusdeus]

[The half-admiring smile on his lips goes cold as he considers Rudy’s presence, a gloved hand still draped between the creature’s ears. It’s near-imperceptible but there still, the curse thrumming softly from somewhere deep inside. Sealed, but not removed as it could have been, he thinks, had he not returned to a job both finished and unfinished. Perhaps the boy had panicked; perhaps he had lacked trust and faith in his ability and had seen it fit to turn to someone else rather than to wait. Whatever the case, it wasn’t concern that left Isaac irritable but pride and a sense of wasted time - and there’s the petty urge to reach for that hint of darkness and attempt to break the seal by pulling at tendrils of the curse.

But it wouldn’t be satisfying enough for the work and the risk to himself involved.]

Have you lost your tongue? [He asks, pleasantly enough.]

[ofwesternwinds]

[Yeah, Isaac wasn't too pleased with his actions. That much Rudy was aware of. The whole thing left a very sickly feeling in the pit in the stomach, a fact of which wasn't being helped by the stench of raw, bloody flesh sitting on the table.

He felt a sense of guilt, really, since he hadn't meant to disrespect Isaac's wishes. But he still couldn't leave things hanging with Saori either. He'll look up at the man, trying to shove those feelings aside as he keeps his voice firm.]

Not at all. [He coughs suddenly, trying his best not to focus on the smell.] Listen, I know things didn't work out, but, um... I still want to thank you for the other day.

[relictusdeus]

[It’s a blatant attempt at appeasement rather than something sincere, as he sees it, doing nothing to soothe the beast in him that shrieks at the indignity of being replaced, of not being good enough, of never being good enough for anyone at anything to which he commits himself. It takes nothing short of a fierce effort to wrestle his wild temper into submission, his voice as flat as metal pressed into a sharp-edged sheet.]

It means nothing to me. [The answer comes without missing a beat.] You made your choice.