A 406 Soirée [PARTY THREAD - open for everyone!!]

Magic looked at Monty's face. "Oh shut up. You aren't the only one that has had it bad. Who cares if you didn't have friends? Maybe you should focus on making one friend instead of starting some fuckin fights." Mason said to wolf-boy. The winter student grabbed Montare's upper left arm, and pulled up to standing. "Now get to your fuckin dorm, and put on some clothes, before I actually give you some pain, and bruises to remember." He didn't want to deal with this bs any more. He just wanted wolf-boy to go to his dorm and put some clothes on. It was kind of weird to be standing around a naked teenager this long.

Montare looked Magic in the eyes, tears still rolling down his face. "Fine, but what's the fucking point?" He turned and started down the hall without waiting for a response. Things would have gone so much better if he had just kept his mouth shut, because then maybe he'd be making friends, rather than coming dangerously close to being crippled. Maybe he'd get lucky and get another chance in the year or so before he would graduate, and things would get better. Montare started off towards the Spring dorms once he was out of the Autumn dorms, not encountering anyone else on the way, probably because most students would already been in their dorms by now.

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"Not really, no. But I think I'll like it if this kind of thing happens often." Luce answered before downing the drink Jonathan had given him. He tried to hide what he felt as he drank the liquid, doing a mediocre job. He was quick to put the grin back on his face, though. "What about you? What house are you in?" Luce asked to try and keep the conversation going, although his rising inebriation was probably going to be stopping the conversation soon if Luce kept drinking the way he was.

An estranged look crossed Liam's face as the girl next to him all-too happily slapped the naked guy on his back, laughing and taking a picture as he tumbled down to the floor. Seeing as the pyro had gotten a glimpse at the situation he'd been in before hand, he wasn't entirely sure if he felt sorry for him or not. Blondie didn't seem to have minded in the least, walking inside her dorm and tossing her things aside almost carelessly. He wondered if the attitude was personal or if it was the drinks talking. Either way, he followed her inside, shutting the door behind him.

He could hear that asshole's sobbing monologues from the other side of the walls, and he wondered why the guy hadn't got up and scrammed already. "Jeez..." Liam muttered under his breath. He kicked his shoes off. "That guy a friend of yours?" He asked, looking around the dorm rooms. It seemed so much more peaceful here, and empty - like the place had hardly been touched.

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Preston's gaze moved back to Penny, holding back a laugh of amusement. You had to admit, it was a little funny seeing her get so worked up over the entire thing - but hey, the way he saw it, two prefects had already come and gone, and they hadn't been shut down yet. So as far as he was concerned, there wasn't shit to worry about. "At least we won't have to run far to be in the clear?" He joked. His dorm was only a few rooms down, and he was guessing that the same could be said for her. He finally allowed himself a warm smile when she ran her hands over his chest, asking for a drink. "I don't mind at all," he said, gently pulling himself off the couch and muttering something about being right back, heading over to where all the goods were stashed.

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He'd seen the small baggie go flying across the room, the party's hostess having caught it with hardly issue in the least. If that was what he thought it was, it was no wonder they were being so uptight about no causing a scene - as inevitable as that was anyways. Where did someone even get shit like that? They were in the middle of fucking nowhere. It wasn't exactly the best place for a drug dealer to make a profitable business, unless everyone else in town had a serious addiction that he didn't know about. Jason sighed, shrugging those thoughts aside and walking up to the first person he saw alone.

"What happened to that spear of yours?" He called to Juliette, putting on his best smile and rubbing the back of his neck. He tried to let the pain in his head get the best of him, eying the red solo cup in her hands.

"If Montare is a friend," She sat on the arm of her couch, grinning sleepily. "Then I don't want to live anymore." She made a gun with her hand, sticking her index finger in her mouth and pretending to pull the trigger with an exaggerated fall back. She let herself collapse on the couch, "dead."
"Sorry if it seems stiff and musty in here," she murmured, looking up at the plain white ceiling, at the dust particles floating through the air above her. "This is the first time I've ever been in this room, to tell you the truth. Just got the key this afternoon." She waved her hand at the floating material, and it whirred around to avoid her fingers.

Jason feigned a gracious smile as he took the solo cup away from her, muttering a quick thanks. Looking down into the drink, it was completely appealing. The smell of the sharp liquor and the sweetly-sour smell of lemonade did make his mouth water, but the pain in his head served as a consistent reminder that getting drunk was a pretty shit idea, lest his head feel like someone crushed it in the morning. He sighed, swirling it in his hands. Maybe a sip wouldn't hurt, though? "Some dance," He scoffed, bringing the alcohol to his lips. Jace tried not to sigh too heavily once she started probing. "Beyond him talking shit about my family? I guess you could say we have a pretty long history..."

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Is that what the chumps name was? Montare? The initiate frowned, glancing back at the door where the sobs had seemingly started to fade away. All he could wonder was, who in their right mind named their kid Montare? He glanced back at the girl just as she was throwing off her dramatic flair, falling back on the sofa. Admittedly, he laughed a little. "It's fine by me. Better then the cramped prison cells they stick you in before." He glanced around, pulling the joint out of his mouth and crumpling the light dead in his hand, tossing it away on a small end table. "I like the privacy." Drink still in hand, he walked up to the couch, standing in front of her.

Grace shuddered when the other girl placed a hand on her shoulder, but immediately felt silly for being so nervous. Was there really anything to be nervous about? Besides the illegal offerings, anyway? A drink or... what? Grace stared in confusion as the hostess pulled out a small square with some kind of yellow creature on it. What was it? It was a question she wanted to ask, but she held back, not wanting to seem like a complete loser right off the bat. Well, maybe it was too late for that, but she at least wanted to seem knowledgeable.

Without speaking, she pointed towards the yellowed square, not wanting her stuttering speech to give away just how nervous she was. Well, any more than it already had like five seconds earlier. Maybe this would be okay, though. Alcohol was definitely illegal for someone her age, but she had no idea what this was. Perhaps it was more on the safe side of things.

Louis had heard about the party going on in the Autumn Dorms and thought he might go check it out. As he got closer he saw tons of students hanging around. Wow, I've never been around so many people. He thought to himself as he cautiously walked towards some people. He wasn't a drinker, but it could be a good time to get to know some people that he might be in dorms with later on. But then again, they would probably all be drunk so it might not be the best time. He knew he was late  cause he saw a guy nude in the hall having a mental breakdown, and as he walked a bit further, another was passed out. And some of the people looked royally pissed at each other, so he knew something must have happened that he missed.

The acid? A bold choice for someone who looked so out of her depth in a place like this, but Jane wasn't about to refuse. She smiled and held it up between two fingers. "This is blotting paper," she explained, not expecting her to know. It didn't take a rocket scientist to jump to the assumption that this girl wasn't used to this sort of thing. The quiet ones could be wild, yeah, but she'd be surprised if this was the case here. "It absorbs liquid, and there's something special soaked into this. It won't mess your brain up and you won't get addicted to it or anything, so don't worry." She held it out and put it into the girl's palm. "Just put it on your tongue, and that's that. Easy, right?"

Louis walkeda around and saw plenty of sights such as kids handing out strange substances. Hmmm.... He thought cocking his head. Wonder what that is...

Really, what in hell was happening in this school? He'd been sleeping, or trying, and now the sounds of teenagers yelling had busted through a rather nice dream and forced the Spring to wake. Rhett immediately sat up in his bed and peered out the window, eyes narrowed and obviously pissed. Dragging himself to his feet and throwing on a loose t-shirt, the scruffy-looking boy rubbed his face with his hands and headed out the door. Of course, he didn't bother shutting off his power. Nothing seemed to fit in with seemingly full daylight.

Right as he turned into the hall, his eyes found a stark naked Montare pretty much weeping on the floor. 'What.' He assumed they were the same age, and kind of respected the other boy since he had been here much longer and in the same house as he, but... Really, that was all he had to think. What in hell were they doing in that dorm room? Whatever happened, he was sure to find out if he went in. And in he did go.

The scent of alcohol was the first thing he noticed, then the abundance of drugs and a mixture of high, drunk, or both students. "Wonder what the staff will think when half the kids are irritable and hungover..." he accidentally mumbled aloud, eyes landing on the decent collection of drinks. 'Well, might as well have some fun here.'


Finally, with her sisters pretty much out of the picture, Amelia could have some fun. She'd caught wind of this 'get-together' and had planned to go, but was so caught up in summer schoolwork that she fell asleep at her desk. For a moment she felt the presence of an animal nearby, an angry one, but it soon disappeared. Her head shot up to reveal her paper warped from dried drool. "The party!" she hissed aloud before rushing down the hall, barely making time to put on something decent before nearly stumbling towards the Autumn dorms.

Hopefully, everyone would be too drunk off their asses to notice the short girl enter. Her long hair rushed out like a cape behind her, only slowing so as not to trip over the kid slouched by the door. With one stride she entered the party without a peep. Wow, there were a ton of kids. This was the perfect place to meet people, right? Everyone unsure what was happening. Which also happened to be the worst place to be caught. Oh well, can't have the best of both worlds.

Grace stared at the piece of 'blotting paper' on her palm, then looked back up at the other girl. Well, at least it wasn't addictive… whatever it was. It sounded easy enough, but was she supposed to swallow it, or did it dissolve? She gulped nervously, deciding that it was probably best to not swallow it, and she forced her hand to steady as she stuck out her tongue, placing the tiny square of paper upon it.

At first, Grace stood there with her tongue out like a rather confused dog, wondering what exactly was going to happen. That question would be answered soon enough, as the substance was absorbed by her tongue, and she quickly pulled it back into her mouth so she didn't look any more awkward than she clearly already was. Her eyes began to widen as she could definitely feel something… different. It was like she could see for the first time at this party, and the first thing she 'saw' was the person, the hostess who had given her the… whatever it was, moving backwards. Or, at least it seemed like she was, though her feet seemed to be rooted in place.

"W-wait!" The brunette squeaked out in surprise, but her voice only came out in a quiet whimper, reaching out to try and halt the retreating female, but she only grasped at air. Well, she was actually grabbing her shoulder, but it was just very dense air, right? This was weird. This felt weird.

OoC: Sorry to everyone who's dropped acid and knows exactly how it goes. I'm straight edge as a mo'fucka, so I don't know the exact minutia of LSD.

The acid would be kicking in right about now. Jane gave a sheepish smile, gently grabbing the other girl by the arm as she reached out to aggressively molest her shoulder. "Hey, hey, you're alright. Do you need to sit down or something? Need a drink?" They had juice or water if she didn't want to drink anything else, but Jane instinctively grabbed for a bottle and thrust it in her hands. LSD was seeing the world in a whole new way. The first time was always... well, there wasn't any real way to describe it.

The words rolled right over Grace's ears as she stared blankly at the hand now grabbing at her arm. She only noticed the drink when it was pushed into her hands, and she turned her attention to it instead. A drink? She wasn't thirsty, but there was some compelling desire to satiate that non-existent thirst, so she put the bottle to her lips and drank; just a little at first, then more, until over a third of the bottle was gone and she ended up sitting anyway. How she'd fallen she had no idea, but she laughed all the same, a confused but earnest laugh. The floor was shaking, and a small part of her mind wondered if it was some kind of tremor.

Shadows danced playfully on her hand, and she stared at them with inebriated interest. The darkness grew, until it had encapsulated the hand that held the bottle of alcohol, shielding it from view. And then it squeezed, and the glass shattered. Grace let out a scream - it sounded quiet in her head, but she honestly didn't know how loud she ended up being - as a few errant shards sliced her unprepared skin, the liquid splashing onto her skin, clothes, and the carpet. In her mind, the light appearance of red on her hand was gushing scarlet down to the floor, and in a panic she tried to press her left jacket sleeve against her hand.

Louis was getting curious now, a bit too curious. He found a bottle of something laying around and decided to take a risk. He had never done anything like this before and was really scared, but what could happen? He didn't even know who's bottle it was (much less cared) and just took a swig. He wanted to show the others that he wasn't some loser but could have fun too. The taste was unbearable and made him want to puke but he manged to swallow. After a few moments he started to feel somewhat odd but then felt as light as air and suddenly nothing seemed normal.