4. Party Rock Anthem

[buymedumplings]

Characters: Party People
Content: Bolin hosts a block party in Twilight Town. Food, fun, and partying! Whoo!
Location (including world): Twilight Town, The Sandlot
Time of Day: Late afternoon and into the night
Warnings: Excessive partying?
Notes: Feel free to start your own sub-threads, thread-jack, and just have fun. Open free for all is the style for threading.


Bolin, with the help of Spirits, Moogles, and various other people had finally finished setting up the party. There were tables laden with different kinds of food of course and decorations everywhere. They'd made sure to clear a space for dancing and Perry the Platypus had volunteered to DJ with some equipment borrowed from the moogles for the night. Bolin wished there could be more people so they could have games and stuff like a proper street festival...but for what he had he felt it was pretty good.

Now they just needed people to show up for the fun.

Comments

[lessabrasive]

She hadn't exactly had a peachy time of things when she was pulled from the grasp of the Equalists when over Yue Bay. But by all accounts, there were plenty of bad dreams to go around from the world of the UNSC if even half of what York told Lin in confidence was anything to go by.

For a moment, Lin frowned, brows creasing. Space travel had been a quaint conceite of fiction where she was from; humans being distributed across the stars was still somewhat a foreign concept. But surely he did not mean the entire world. She shook hear head slightly. "How many worlds are there, in your waking one?"

The frown flattened in sympathy. "Knowing what, and who, has been left behind, makes being here difficult. But by all accounts, time resumes as though you never left upon return. Perhaps you'll see them again."

[spaceracist]

Being a Spartan was like a study in how to cause mental trauma to someone. Granted, Noble-Three was the only one of the team admitted to actually be suffering from PTSD, but Emile himself was a borderline sociopath kept mostly in check by his team--who were all conspicuously absent. Even so, the fact that he was at least making an effort to attend the party said a lot about his willingness to try.

"Couple hundred. Not sure how many are really left this far into the war. Maybe a few dozen at most." Thirty billion human lives was a figure Emile had heard as a casualty report once, but who knew how accurate those numbers were? Maybe the Office of Naval Intelligence and maybe they didn't even know.

As for seeing Six again, well, while Emile would like nothing better than to go back and make sure she got on that damn ship, it was pretty unlikely given his physical condition at the time.

"Don't think there's any waking up from the sleep I was in, if you take my meaning."