just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

[whattaprick]

Who: Everyone who's stupid enough to show up for this, because legal drinking ages are for people from a different century/planet.
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!

So, Wismuth happened.

Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.

Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.

[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]

Comments

[motivenotfound]

'Sometimes' they're synonymous?

Oh, June. You do need to loosen up.

That said, Mari isn't really big on the company of adults. This has nothing to do with her teenage appearance--it's just the way adults think about the world, and treat the world, how inflexible they are about their selves.

The whole 'responsible adult' thing is so tiresome.

Responsible for what?

Anyway, that's why she shoots June in the back of the head with an eyeball.

Yes, an eyeball. She has a gun that shoots eyeballs.

Splat.

[milkruns]

Alright, so June might be a little looser after a drink or two, but when something connects with the back of her head she still jumps a little, and reaches around to touch it and...oh. It's wet and squishy?? And then she pulls it out of her hair to look at it and...oh. Okay. That's an eyeball???? June is used to a certain level of gruesomeness, but even so, she stares at it, and then she locates the one person around here holding a gun and stares at her. June looks fucking appalled.

[motivenotfound]

Well, she has time to decide which eye or eyes she wants to stare at, because with a spaghetti-strap tanktop and a cat-eared umbrella resting against a shady tree, Mari has about a score of them visible on the front half of her body to choose from.

She tips the gun back by her ear--like a Western cowboy in an old pre-Second Impact film--and smiles.

[milkruns]

June stares a little more, specifically at...all of those eyes, wow, that sure is a lot. She stares at the eye in her hand again and then finally drops it with a barely suppressed shudder.

"Please tell me this eye came from -- never mind. I don't want to know. Why are you shooting eyeballs at people?"

She manages to sound very much Demanding Mom despite being still very appalled. Why!!! Why is the big fucking question.

[motivenotfound]

Don't worry, June! The eyeballs are magic, and come from magic--although there's also no shortage of eyeballs in and on Mari personally. She studies June for a moment, then lowers the gun at her again, taking aim.

"How am I supposed to know what questions to answer if you immediately recant them like that? Okay, think fast!"

She aims, she fires.