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Let's partyyyyyyy! [open]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: A meet-and-greet party for everybody in Anchor!
When: early October
Where: the VR room lobby
Warnings: none yet
Format: go wild!

[ The day before, a wild network post appears, from the username @aa : ]

hi everyone!
i just wanted to let you all know
the meet and greet party previously discussed in this space
will be held tomorrow afternoon!

it will take place in the vr room lobby
and of course everyone is invited
refreshments and games will be provided
but if you would like a little extra challenge
please feel free to bring something to share!

attendance is mandatory!
(lol just kidding)
seriously though i do hope to see all of you there ;)

[ She's also posted handwritten signs to that effect in the mess hall and several of the staircases. Just in case! ]

The day of, a party appears in the VR Room lobby area, as promised!

Though it's not brightly lit, the lights there are are brightly colored, creating a chilled-out evening atmosphere like you'd find at a club. Plush chairs and couches are interspersed throughout the room, and there's been a solid attempt to clean the place up, or at least do something about all the dust.

A shortage of conventional party supplies has forced Ami and Cho to get creative, so the tables and parts of the wall are decorated with paper flowers, and the buffet table is presided over by a number of ... weird, pink, glitter-covered, vaguely animal-shaped sculptures made out of spare plastic pipes and stuff. With googly eyes. If nothing else they're a conversation piece.

FOOD: The main offering is barbecue! There's a pretty wide assortment of meats, all of which Cho has certified safe for human consumption, and also certified delicious. Chips, dried fruit, and a few different desserts are available, including homemade chocolate chip cookies that Ami made herself (wich Cho's help). All the trays are helpfully labeled, including allergy information.

Any and all potluck submissions are welcome as well! Just set it down over here and make a little card of your own.

DRINKS: Sadly, the coffee machine is still out of order. But there is a cooler stocked with ice and a few different choices of juice and soda. Alcoholic selections are limited to two types of pre-mixed drinks, which are intentionally weak on the alcohol, but at least they're not tequila sunrises. If guests want anything stronger, they'll need to bring it themselves.

ENTERTAINMENT: In fiddling with the controls, Ami got the overhead speakers to play some music, but couldn't figure out how to modify the playlist, so it's just one song on loop. Maybe if she keeps the volume kind of low, no one will notice. No live music is scheduled, but if anyone wants to bring a guitar and jam for a while, they will be more than welcome to.

And most of the arcade games are online! Anyone for Fruit Ninja? Air hockey? Dance Dance Retribution? Virtual Billiards? Or perhaps you'd like to try out a full-simulation game in the VR Rooms proper? Now's as good a time as any!

Oh, and don't forget to enter the raffle! The winner will be chosen randomly and announced a few hours into the party.

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"I mean, right now I see like, two of you."

He's joking, but this probably is the best he can do right now. He does, however, whack that puck back, straight down the middle.

She has the feeling he might not be quite as drunk as he's making out... and that he's definitely not hitting the puck as hard as he could. But hey, it wouldn't be fun if he was slamming the thing across the table every time.

Poison tries to hit the puck aside but misses, groaning as it clicks into the goal in front of her.

"I should have been able to hit that."

He is playing with her a little bit, he's not actually seeing double-Poison. He's also holding back a lot when it comes to smacking the puck around. If he wasn't he could break it or the table or accidentally hit Poison with it or put it through a wall, all kinds of shit. He's just too strong, man, that's why he never played sports in school.

He does a little victory wiggle, but he's not gonna be That Guy and get all braggy. She'd still scored first, after all, "you're doing great! I mean, this is just your first time playing. For a beginner, you're totally nailing it."

"It isn't difficult." If you have decent aim and good reflexes, she can't see how you can fail to be good at this game, and Poison's aim has been honed over her life through various means.

"But I think you're holding back on me, Peter. You don't need to go easy just because I'm a girl."

Poison does not, even for a moment, think that he's only going easy on her because she's a girl. Mostly, she just wants to make him laugh.

And laugh he does, right before rolling his eyes. Oooh you.

"I'm holding back because I don't wanna break this table. Honestly, I'm holding back like 95% of the time around here." Otherwise, this space station would probably be in really bad shape right now.

"That's probably for the best," she hums thoughtfully, placing another puck on the table and knocking it towards him. The music in the room loops back into the intro for the same track that's been playing since she walked in, but she barely notices.

"You know, I really could have used someone like you around in the Phaerie realms."

He nods, whacking the puck back towards her. At this point Peter's so focused on Poison and the game that he really isn't paying attention to the music either, or anyone else for that matter.

"Someone like me like, with weird powers? Or just in general?"

"Someone like you," she tells him, knocking the puck back. She makes it an easy shot, rather than interrupting the flow of the conversation.

"The powers would have helped, though. Especially in the Spider Realm."

And Peter responds in kind, bumping the puck back in her direction gently while they chat.

"Hold up, you have an entire realm of just spiders? I-- okay, creepy. And let me guess, it's full of like giant, horrible killer spiders?

"There may be a few that are... larger than average."

She does grin a little at that, tapping the puck back and leaning against the edge of the table.

"Lady Asinastra is shaped like a human. Mostly."

"See, now--" He pauses, taps the puck back to her, "now I'm just picturing a regular lady with a big spider butt and now I'm super glad I didn't get a creepy spider butt."

He glances over his shoulder at his normal human butt. Just guh spiders are weird, man.

"Not exactly. It's the eyes."

But-- Peter, did you really just look at your own rear to check that it wasn't suddenly a spider butt? Poison has to laugh.

"She'd probably like you."

"Eyes, like, were her eyes brown too, or is there something weird and spidery about my eyes that I"m just not aware of?"

He sure did and now he's off on a weird spider tangent. Soooorrryyyy.

"Now, do you mean she'd like me the way you like me or are we talking in more of a black widow sort of way?"

"Her eyes are black. And large. She wears a veil over her face, but you can see them anyway."

Poison shudders slightly, the memory of the first meeting between her and the Lady of Cobwebs coming to her mind to be quickly dismissed. Not a favourite memory.

"I think she would find you interesting, and you probably don't want her to find you interesting."

"So in a black widow sort of way. Y'know the females eat their partners after they mate?"

He pauses, makes a kind of weird face, "I'm not sayin' she'd try to mate with me, I'm just sayin'."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that. She has a husband."

Poison grins slightly, though it's slightly pinched around the edges. Thinking about that brings up things she'd rather not remember.

"You'd want to meet him even less. I think he really is a giant spider."

"Please tell me they didn't have any kids."

He doesn't even want to think about how banging a giant spider would work. Not even his scientific curiosity is that

y'know

curious.

Poison gives a small grimace, bracing her hands lightly against the edge of the table. Oh, Peter, you just had to go there didn't you.

"I, uh... I can't tell you that. I'd be lying," she admits, her expression turning apologetic. "She was pregnant the first time we met. And-- you asked."

The look he gives her is pretty much borderline horrified. Because holy shit what the fuck.

"That is the literal worst. Oh my God. I promise I will never inject you with spiders."

"I--"

What. Poison splutters out a laugh, pressing a hand over her mouth to hide a sudden grin. Oh Peter.

"I... Thank you? I think?"

Yeah that

hadn't come out quite how he'd wanted it to.

Actually he had no idea how he'd wanted it to come out in the first place but it definitely wasn't like that. Needless to say his face is bright red right now and he has both hands clamped over his mouth.

"That wasn't what I meant to say at all. I just-- I-- y'know, just... never mind."

She had a feeling that he didn't mean it to come out that way, and once upon a time her mind would not have immediately slid to where it did the moment those words left his mouth.

"It's the thought that counts," she says, pursing her lips slightly to hold back a laugh. "I never wanted children, and definitely not spider children."

"I one hundred percent agree and I'm probably going to be spending a lot of time at the clinic making sure that can never happen, just in case."

Maybe he should just stop running his mouth before he makes a bigger ass of himself. Like maybe by playing air hockey, wATCH OUT POISON he just whacked the puck straight at your goal.

"Thinking ahead?"

Is she trying to embarrass him? Yes, perhaps, but in her efforts she misses the puck entirely and it rattles into the goal in front of her. She smacks the edge of the table, pressing her lips together.

Damn it.

His victory is short lived because now he's trying not to panic.

"Well-- I mean, kind of, I guess? It's just, if, y'know, we decide somewhere down the line that we wanna do uh, something-- something more than just kissing? I just wanna make sure it would be safe."

WOW he hopes he's not coming across as some sort of creep.

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