Week 2 Monday Night Pajama Party!!

[seaweedwrap]

[HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE PAJAMA PARTY! They’ve really gone all out here, because the tables have all been pushed up to the wall (thank you, Finn) to make room on the floor for pillows and blankets and some cushions, too. There’s also streamers and other decorations hung up for a party-type atmosphere, as well as nice quality baijuand plum wine chilled and set out along with glasses for consumption. Next to that, there’s a variety of hors d’oeuvres to be noshed on, along with whatever anyone else has brought. There’s several balls of light floating around, courtesy of Stella, to give the place a nice, cozy glow.

Feel free to make yourself comfortable, grab some hors d’oeuvres and something to drink, and settle in for some sleepover activities or just sitting around and mingling. If you’ve brought something for the party, you can add it to the list here, or if there’s a game or an activity you’d like to host, feel free to add it on to this top level and it’ll get added to the navigation! The pajama party is your oyster~]

((OOC NAVIGATION))
||SUBJECT||sub-subjects |sub-subject||

• ||FOOD/DRINKS|| List of Buffet Items | Buffet Mingle ||


• || GAMES/ACTIVITIES || Avatar's Game | ~Spooky Stories~ | Hot Goss (Info Gathering)||


• ||GENERAL MINGLE||

Comments

[amitiesbind]

I can go. This one's scary because it's real. My mom told it to me, when she was in Ar- the hospital.

[ That's easier than announcing what kind of place her mom was to a room full of people, or why she was there.

Olive takes a breath. ]

This is the story of the Smiling Man. There are stories like this out there - where I'm from, anyway - and they're all basically the same. You go into a bathroom or something like that, you say something, and something happens in a mirror. You know, regular conditions for scaring the hell out of a kid because mirrors in the dark mess with people. Tricks of the light, things in your peripheral vision...

Not The Smiling Man. Not really.

[ By now, Olive is uncharacteristically Into This. She's still quiet, like usual, but there's a gravity to her voice. Drama. ]

My mom was at a sleepover like this one, back in high school. They were bored. Everyone was bored, because no one's ever liked a school-organized sleepover. So some kids my mom knew snuck out to summon the Smiling Man.

The thing that makes the Smiling Man different from a Bloody Mary or something like that is that you don't just go in and chant something. You have to earn him showing up. You have to tell a joke.

If the Smiling Man likes the joke? He'll show. If he doesn't? He won't. The same joke doesn't work twice, and it has to impress him. And his sense of humor is... dark.

The girl tells a joke, hopes it's dark enough. Nothing.

The first boy tells a joke, hopes it's nasty enough. Nothing. Normal high school jokes, mostly for shock value.

Then the second boy tries. The last of the three of them. My mom never learned what the joke he told was - neither of the other kids would repeat it. Too perverse. Too dark. And neither of them met the Smiling Man that night. They never saw anything in the mirror. And... in a way, the second boy didn't meet the Smiling Man either.

He saw himself. Same hair, same clothes, same face - but his mouth... his mouth was stuck in an unearthly grin. Smiling, ear to ear. The first kid to ever be able to count all his teeth with his mouth closed.

[ Olive looks around the room, not a trace of a smile on her own face. ]

And it stuck. Never in real life, but any time he looked in a mirror from that point on? That rictus grin, staring daggers back at him. You never think about how many times you see your reflection in a day, do you? Mirrors are one thing - mirrors in lockers, mirrors in bathrooms, mirrors in bedrooms - but then there's puddles. Water bottles. His girlfriend's glasses - his girlfriend's eyes, under them. All frozen. All grinning. All staring right at him.

He was in the hospital too, with my mom. Shattered a mirror in a school hallway and just started laughing and laughing. He wasn't laughing anymore, but... he hadn't been able to handle looking at his own reflection since. He still sees himself, after all.

[replacementshield]

[ ..... ]

I can see why you said as much.

[ A story where a boy looks into a reflection, and the face he wears is transformed, into another creature, yet still is "his own"... ]

[amitiesbind]

Yep. Always freaked me out when mom told told it, so... share the wealth, I guess.

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

[gulp] So he looked for the ghost, and then he became the ghost, sort of...

[amitiesbind]

Yep. Sometimes it's really not worth it to impress someone.

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

I guess that's true. But I wonder how the ghost got that way in the first place?

[amitiesbind]

Who can say? The Smiling Man definitely isn't saying. Just laughing, and laughing...

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

[shudder] It sounds like an awful life... or unlife, I guess.

[amitiesbind]

I'm not sure a lot of people end up ghosts because they were happy with the lives they had. Not the ones who get scary bathroom rituals, anyway.

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Probably not. I don't think they're all bad. I mean, they're people, aren't they? But I guess some of them are dangerous.

[cakerights]

[Red Velvet shudders. He's slurring his words slightly as well]

I VERY highly!! Recommend! We don't do that here.

[amitiesbind]

I know I don't know any jokes that'd bring the Smiling Man down on us, but...

[cakerights]

No no no no NONONONOnOnONoNooooNo. No!! [he waggles a finger on his cake claw, shaking his head rapidly] No smiling men!! No jokes! Forbidden!

[amitiesbind]

I'm not planning to, but... I can't say the same about everyone else here. Like I said, I don't know any jokes.

[nomansbosom]

Man, my jokes are all crazy awesome. I'll do my best not to tell any.

[Hm.]

Either of you see me starting to joke, go ahead and smack my gob shut.

[cakerights]

Oh, I WILL! I most certainly will! I will not! HESITATE!!

[drunk cookie is drunk]

[predecir]

Oooh, that's a good one.

[Bruno certainly seems more subdued after making Stella storm out, but he didn't ultimately end up fleeing the party. Might not look like it, but it's progress.]

[amitiesbind]

[ That gets her to smile. ]

Thanks. Yours was pretty good too.

[predecir]

Oh. Thanks.

[He smiles, but it's more than a little uncertain.]

It's just been so long since I got to have a real audience. I might've gotten a little carried away.

[amitiesbind]

Well hey, scaring people is the point of scary story nights. Where I come from, that would have gone over pretty well.

[predecir]

...it actually probably would've gone a lot worse, back home.

[So. That's something!]

[amitiesbind]

Good art is unappreciated in its time.

[seaweedwrap]

[hhhhhh YIKES Wu is clutching one of the pillows to his chest]

That sounds terrible! Never being able to look in a mirror again....

[amitiesbind]

Yup. Not even after a shower. Bedhead forever.

[ olive dont be mean ]

[seaweedwrap]

[Wu full on BODY SHUDDERS] Ugh. Horrifying.