Something Something Serpens Sleepover - Ebony Dappled Rohan

    Something strange was occurring in the dormroom of the Limbo God. Books and chairs had been move to the side to make room for board games and pillows, decorations hung from the various shelves, and an old television and VCR player had been perched atop the large table Knell normally used for his studies. The shade himself was moving frantically about his side of the room, making sure everything was clean and in-order for the night of festivities that lie ahead. He was sure this would be the best of nights. 

    There was problem, though. All of this preparation, all of this research, would be for nothing if he had no one to share it with. It was too late now to send out formal invitations to the peons of Foresta, but he did not necessarily need the hustle and bustle of full room anyways. This 'party' would only require one more, and lucky for him there was someone sitting right across the room.

    Knell glanced over at the other side of his domain, where the bookshelves and decorations gave way to an empty, boring, horribly mundane space that only a worm-maggot could enjoy. Sitting atop the bed over on the side-of-no-importance was just such a worm-maggot. The roomate had been living here for quite some time, and even though they seldom interacted Knell despised him. That was of no importance though, for tonight he was in need of one more party-goer, whether they be a feces-breathing bottom-dwelling schizophrenic degenerate or not. "INSECT OF SHARED HOUSING" he called across the room, "YOUR GOD REQUIRES YOUR PRESENCE OVER IN THE LAND OF JOY AND MERRIMENT!" 

    

Kyland observed his roommate as he moved the items in their shared room around, curious about what he was doing. It almost seemed as if he was preparing for some sort of event--but no, that wasn't possible, was it? His gaze sharpened at being called an insect, and he inwardly cringed at the excessive volume, but he would let it slide. It wasn't as if he thought much more highly of his roommate, and he supposed he could always appreciate bluntness. God? That was an interesting thought. If there were demons in this world, did that mean there were also gods? Or perhaps the demons had existed long ago, in the time of sorcerers and alchemists, and the gods had died out with them. Or, more likely, the guy just had an inflated ego. 

Oooh, let's fight the god! Let me take over, there's no way this chump can beat us, Alastor enthused. "There's no such thing as a god," Ky said in answer to both the demon and the supposed god. The microwave beeped, forcing him to get out of bed to claim his butter popcorn. If he didn't, he wasn't completely sure that the other guy wouldn't either steal his food or destroy the appliance for making noise, and he didn't know where he would get another microwave. He doubted the school would give it to him.

"What exactly do you need me for? Are you throwing a party?" he asked sardonically. 

    "How perceptive of you! The Almighty Knell is indeed throwing a party, and all I need from you is your presence at said party. You can even bring your little friend." He knew of the thing that lurked in the maggot's head. He often snacked off the vile emotions it gave off, though worm-energy was still his preferred flavor. 

    The gaseous being then remembered something that he had forgotten, something that could ruin his party with its absence. "Actually...there is something I must ask of you, non-believing worm. For my party to be perfect I must acquire some of the 'snacks', as you call them, but I have no way of knowing what you little things actually enjoy digesting. Could you by chance assist the glorious Knell in retrieving some?" he asked while still in the middle of tidying up his living area.




{hope you don't mind if this one was super short, just trying to get this moving along for Daps and Roh}

His eyebrows almost--almost--shot up, but he managed to not deviate from his default expression of disapproval. Wow. He hadn't meant that as a sincere question--more of an insult, really, and hadn't expected to be right. Kyland was wary of the guy's knowledge of Alastor, though. He'd attempted to keep it a secret, but it seemed like he hadn't been as successful as he'd hoped. "Yeah, whatever. I'd really prefer he not be here. If anyone's any sort of bug, it's him," he responded, tone slightly bitter. 

Today was just a day for surprises, wasn't it? Ky was astonished that Knell had bothered to consider his preferences in regards to snacks. Perhaps he wasn't as terrible as he had judged him to be. Then again, he did call everyone something along the lines of "insect" or "worm". "I suppose I could. And I also suppose you'd like me to acquire some "worms" to share this party with while I'm at it?" he remarked, somewhat snarkily. Not waiting for a response, Ky got up to embark on his quest. This was almost a video game situation--assigned a quest by someone claiming to be a god? He almost thought he was dreaming. As he left, his hand went through the doorknob on the first try, but he managed to get the door open on the second try. "Be back in a bit," he tossed over his shoulder. 

(OOC: dappled and Rohan could assume that Ky passed on their dorm room number to their respective characters and jump in here..?)

In the dim light of the bathroom, Kemp exhaled heavily as he studied himself in the mirror. He had never been to a slumber party before, and struggled with the concept of how sleeping was part of partying. It sounded like some weird..initiation or something. Did he bring pillows with him, or were they supplied? Was it a formal occasion? Was there some sort of entrance fee?


*Maybe I'll just stay in bed.*

He pondered, knowing it would save him the hassle of trying to make pointless small talk.*No. You're going to be social, and you're going to enjoy this..stuff.* Tonight would be a good time to shake the rust off his social skills and, if he didn't screw things up, make some friends in the process.

Hearing a door firmly close down the hall, he was pull from his anxious thoughts. he reached up to the top of his head where his sunglasses were perched, using his thumb and index finger to slide the tinted shades down over his eyes before making for the door. was there a set time to arrive? He had no clue, but arriving early certainly wouldn't be frowned upon, right?

Having left the safety of his dorm, he ventured down the hall until he found the correct number on the door. He stood awkwardly at the closed door, unsure if he should knock or let himself inside. After a few moments of pacing, he raised his hand a gave a few cautious knocks.

chase

    The boy wasn't really keen on leaving his dorm room if he didn't have to. His roommate had only arrived recently, and he was having trouble concealing all of the claw marks scratched into the walls or shredded pieces of blanket littered across the room. That wouldn't necessarily make the best first impression, but the boy seemed nice enough. So long as Chase stayed out of his way, he figured the other guy would do the same, and he was more than fine with their speechless coexistence. But, it seemed like fate had other ideas.
    Just as he stepped out of the shower, having taken himself on a rather invigorating three mile run, he heard a sharp knock on the door, to which Kemp answered. Snippets of conversation about a party of sorts drifted in and out of earshot, to which Chase smiled wryly. They were both cordially invited, but he hadn't been to a party in a long, long time. Back when his parents let him go to his only friend's graduation, and he actually managed to get a little tipsy without them or the beast finding out. Perhaps one of his greatest achievements in life. But, that just didn't seem plausible anymore, given the werebeast's increased agitation and sensitivity to triggers. Still, there was a part of him that felt envious as Kemp stepped out into the hallway. One of Chase's biggest desires was to be as human as possible, and these social gatherings seemed to be a main component in that.
    Well... Might as well stop in and try, it's been a while, he mused to himself, having been almost completely isolated for at least the last few months, If there's a time to take stupid chances, this is probably the best time. Esha's debacle was in the past... The recent past, but the past nonetheless. If he wanted progress, he'd have to make it himself. Grabbing a pillow and sleeping medications to hopefully knock out the werebeast and his nocturnal tendencies for the night, he packed his necessary toiletries into a drawstring bag. He really hadn't been to a slumber party since his elementary school years, but sometimes he was pretty sure that he'd imagined most of them. Chase's sneakers pressed quietly on the floors of the corridor as he approached his roommate. Discomfort threatened to ooze out of him, but he swallowed the awkwardness as best as he could. There was nothing to worry about, right? This was normal behavior. "Do you know these guys?" he asked Kemp, only really able to engage in factual and bland conversation it seemed. Well, it was a start.

    Kemp was not given a chance to actually reply as the door launched open. "WHO DARES TO KNOCK ON THE DOOR OF KN-...aren't you two the new worms? The insect has curious preferences for guests it would seem," the shadow-figure that answered the door mumbled, turning around to shoot a questioning look at his roommate. "...No matter I suppose, I believe the saying is 'the more the merrier' is it not? Do not answer that, I don't care, just bring your things and bear witness to THE BEST SLUMBER PARTY YOUR FEEBLE PHYSICAL MINDS WILL EVER BEAR WITNESS TOO!"  He then gestured for the two to enter the room.

    Before they could actually move though, he dissipated into the floor, before reappearing next to his most favored of chairs which he promptly sat on. "Insect of shared housing! Present the snacks to our guests in a pleasing fashion! We must make sure ours is the best sleepover ever to take place in this wretched building, now and forever."

Kyland shrugged at his roommate. "Looks like I didn't do too bad, huh? Two people showed up. It's not like either of us has a great selection of people to invite," he commented, flopping back onto his bed, hands interlaced behind his head. He decided that Knell was going to scare their guests away, and decided to interpret the strange guy's words for them. "What he means is, welcome to our room," he clarified. Knell's insults weren't the most...desirable greeting possible. Even less so than his usually sullen manner. Given that his roommate seemed even more socially challenged than he was, he figured this was an opportunity to work on his "people skills". Or something.

Ky was curious about the fact that Knell seemed to be able to become incorporeal at will, as opposed to his random bouts of not being able to touch anything. Having control over that seemed much more useful. With a sigh, he got up to grab the sodas he'd put in the fridge and the various chips he'd placed on top of the miniature appliance. "You're in charge of entertaining our lovely guests, then, if I'm the food provider."

chase

    Before Kemp could answer his question, the door flung open. "...bring your things and bear witness to THE BEST SLUMBER PARTY YOUR FEEBLE PHYSICAL MINDS WILL EVER BEAR WITNESS TOO!" the boy shouted, causing Chase to flinch ever so slightly. It'd be appreciated if he didn't shriek into someone who had sensitive hearing, but this is what he got for trying to socialize. Maybe next time he should've just stuck to his solitary running.
    Their... Host, he supposed, had an awfully weird habit of referring to he and Kemp as bugs, to which Chase murmured inquisitively, "Insects..?" He might've questioned the flamboyant boy further, but a much more sinister, darker tone flooded the room, "What he means is, welcome to our room." Maybe the guy had some sort of speech impediment of sorts that caused him to talk like a knight a the round table. His archaic speech pattern wasn't going to warrant any bullying from Chase, that's for sure. Nodding, the boy stepped inside, glancing back at his roommate with a small shrug. Neither of them seemed to be the outgoing type, yet here they were, literally entering strangers' dorms. "Thanks," he said calmly, seating himself carefully on the very edge of the couch, "I'm Chase Thorne, we're only a few doors or so down from you guys I'm pretty sure." Once again, his conversational skills were just wonderful. Biting his lip, he suppressed the brief moment of stress and anxiety that rippled through his body, causing his eyes to flash from brown to amber for just a few seconds. They quickly reverted back to a dark taupe as he inhaled and exhaled, looking to the other boys, "Have any big plans for this party? Booze, maybe?" If a bunch of teenage guys were getting together for a slumber party, that was the first place his mind went. It didn't seem all that unlikely.

{ooc: short but i did it! :c}

"WHO DARES TO KNOCK ON THE DOOR OF KN-...aren't you two the new worms?"Not exactly a warm welcome. Kemp was thankful he hadn't been the only one startled by the sudden shouting. Had he been any more timid than he already was, he probably would have pissed himself  then and there.What did he mean by worms anyways? Was that some trending phrase that was going around? He had never felt so clueless before

He was puzzled as to where the shouting had come from and squinted through the heavy tint of his shades in an attempt to locate the speaker. Spotting nothing, he tipped his sunglasses down and peered over the rim. The figure had since moved from the doorway and was comfortably sat in a large chair further inside the room. Was this guy for real? For a brief moment, Kemp assumed the figure had dressed in costume for.. what ever reason. That seemed a bit odd for a slumber party though; unless there had been an announcement to show up dressed in theme. The longer he stared he realized it was hardly a costume at all, and was actually a being of some sort to which he found to be, for lack of better words, trippy.

*What the hell am I doing here?* The question kept circulating to the front of his mind but he really had no true answer. Making friends was.. fun, right? Or it was supposed to be. And if he ever hoped to improve his poor speaking abilities, a party was a decent place to start. And besides,if roommate could handle it, why couldn't he?Even if he was feeling uneasy the booze would take the edge off after a while.  Until such time, he hung back and followed his roommate's lead into the dorm."What he means is, welcome to our room," a second voice sounded and drew Kemp's attention as he  found an empty place to sit. The young man was laid out comfortably on the far mattress with his hands resting behind he head. Judging by how relaxed he was, this was also his dorm- or he was just very relaxed.


Mustering up the courage to thank the two for their invitation,he had just began to part his lips when Chase beat him to the punch and the subject changed to booze. *Shit, you're such a pansy* he scolded himself, closing his mouth again. So much for being polite I guess. He knew he couldn't sit and listen the entire time with  just the four of them there,but he didn't know what to say- if he could say anything at all- when questions were directed towards him. With any luck, he hoped to be drunk on liquid courage when the time came.

    Knell simply laughed as the one new wormed asked about 'booze'. Standing up once more, the god marched over to his table and began rummaging around underneath it. "You would want to spoil the festivities by poisoning your brain with the alcohol, new-worm? I will never understand you creatures," he mumbled while dragging himself back out from under the table, bringing several large boxes with him. He then turned back to face the newcomers, a wicked smirk adorning his smoggy visage.

    "I was going to suggest we agree on a movie first, but since you already want to get drunk you must be bored already. So let's make things interesting..." the shade placed each box on the floor next to each-other. There were three of them in total, and each of them appeared identical to the others save from a number on the front, which was 1, 2 and 7 respectively.  "Two of these boxes contain certain party games, one much more interesting than the other. The other one holds a random assortment of garbage. You three are going to agree on one of these boxes, and if you end up picking the one with the garbage in it then I will personally get you worms your 'booze'. But, if you end up picking one of the other two boxes, then we will play the game in contains till completion. How does that sound to you all" 

   

" I'm Kyland. Ross. Nice to meet you, I guess," Ky said in response to Chase's introduction. Funny, he'd never seen either of these boys around the dorm before. Then again, it wasn't like he spent a lot of time around here anyways. Any comment he might have made to answer the other's question about booze was interrupted by Knell. Unsurprisingly, he called Chase a "new-worm". He considered getting Knell to see a psychiatrist; if even he considered the guy to be strange, it was a sure sign that he was at least a little deranged. 

Kyland wondered where Knell had obtained all this junk. At least his side of the room was still clean. Less possessions lying out and about meant less things for Alastor to get his hands on. The other half of their shared dorm looked like a catastrophe, which at the very least meant that if he ever messed something up, it wouldn't be too noticeable anyways. 

"I really don't care which. Anyone have a lucky number?" The boy decided to humor his roommate, since it seemed like he was fully prepared for this impromptu party and there was no chance of getting him to give it up. 

chase

    This had to be one of the most bizarre experiences Chase had ever had, and he'd been in Foresta for quite some time now. So, contrary to his belief, no alcohol was readily available and welcomed at the party. Maybe his mind was in the wrong place, but it was his best attempt at fitting in. Not only was his suggestion shot down, but Knell seemed to have another game readily available to take its place. The rules were simple; have the rest of them choose a box, and if there was garbage, alcohol would be served. If not, a... Game of sorts would be played. Certainly weird, but not entirely unwelcome. Sometimes alcohol could be an outlet for inner thoughts and stupid mistakes, and he wasn't sure what the other boys were capable of while intoxicated. Chase appreciated a challenge every now and again, and maybe that was just the bestial side of him longing to dominate the other males in the room.
    "All right," he began, noting that Kyland didn't seem to have any particular number he was attached to, "I'll put a vote in for two. I think seven would be too predictable, I mean it's already got the reputation for being the 'lucky number,' and one is also a pretty popular number. Two seems like the odd one out." Although his logic might've seemed pretty cohesive, Chase was almost nearly convinced that there was a game in every one of the boxes. It didn't really matter to him, though. He turned towards Kemp and Kyland with a shrug, unsure as to how his thought-out answer would be perceived.

Kemp sat motionless in his chair, watching the dark form pull out a set of boxes. Was this a normal thing for people to do at parties? Did everyone have these boxes to determine the outcome of their party?
"I really don't care which. Anyone have a lucky number?" Ky spoke up, pulling Kemp out of his thoughts and back into reality. He listened to Chase who voted for the second box. His reasoning seemed fair and it was agreeable, for the most part, that seven was a very common number as was number one.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a chameleon so blending in with the chair upholstery was out of the question. The whole reason he had come out of his comfort zone was to try and make friends, and here he was...not making friends. He sat for a moment, holding his breath before exhaling through his nose and gathering what confidence he could find. When it was his turn to speak, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees while studying the boxes through his tinted lenses.

 " Chase has a point, the number seven is a symbol of good fortune in many religious ceremonies," he mused, glancing at the others as he  shifted slightly in his seat. His voice was low, almost a murmur as he studied the boxes. Reaching up with one hand, he carefully pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, finding the lighting to be rather tolerable on his sensitive eyes. This allowed him to see the boxes better so he could make a more..educated guess."Then again, it's considered a demonic omen in gambling rings which is.. kind of what we're doing with these boxes."He lifted his eyes to the others with a small shrug, looking back over the boxes once more. Either way, there was a small chance they would pick the correct box and he would have to socialize no matter what the outcome. " I'll go with Chase's guess." He decided finally, sitting back into the chair. He hadn't been this social in...well, never . It was both uncomfortable and a tiny bit amusing.

    Knell quickly reached down and grabbed box 2 while laughing like a hyena. "And with decision so haste do you exempt yourselves from your prize," he mused aloud. "I had assumed you would choose the least suspicious one, but also prepared for you to select the most. In Box 1 is the garbage that meant an alcohol-fueled party, but now you will have to go without!" His voice oozed with conceit as he looked once more to all the members of his party with his signature maniacal grin.

    Having assured these peons just who was the master of games, the god began to wrench open the box before him. "You know the funny thing is, I can't even remember where I got this one from," he announced as he lifted the lid. With the contents revealed, Knell was not sure what he was looking at. "What in the eternal void is tha-," he managed to balk before a flock of fully grown chickens swooped out of the opened box and began to viciously peck at the gaseous goon. "WHYISTHISEVENATHING?!"

    One of the chickens than pulled a baseball bat out of the box they emerged from, and hit Knell in the knee, knocking him over. While he did fall over the god showed no sign that the attack had actually hurt, and was in fact more focused on the fact that the poultry had begun to drag him into the depths underneath his table. "INSECT OF SHARED HOUSING, QUICK! I JUST REALIZED WHERE I PUT THE REAL BOX 2, IT'S UNDER YOUR BED! GET TO SETTING IT UP! I'LL BE BAAAAAAAAAAACCCKK!" he shrieked as he and the birds all somehow manged to disappear from view under the table.