EVENT LOG PT. 1: The Fourth of July Masquerade Ball

[progressmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: John Progress hosts a Fourth of July Ball.
Where: The Adventurer's Club.
When: Fourth of July!
Warnings: Patriotism.



Whew boy, it's the hottest Fourth in July we've had in years! Thankfully, the local nuclear family, The Progresses, are happy to host the annual Fourth of July Ball. Formal dress, patriotic wear, and straight-up costumes are all encouraged. In fact, you'll find the host wandering around in his own George Washington outfit - in fact, it seems as though everyone has turned up for this event! Anyone who's anyone is here, and this could be a good opportunity for you to connect!

...Of course, food and drink are provided. While it might be a little bit too classy for some's taste, there's a barbecue happening outside just in case you need to get away from the stuffiness for a little bit. Generally, it seems as though everyone here is friendly enough, even if the party is a little too classy.

It all seems to be going pretty well, and seems as though you finally have a pretty decent day on your hands...though, those ink splotches you occasionally see on the ground are a little weird.

[Welcome to Progress City's Fourth of July event! We're gradually going to be tagging in to the log with every NPC we've introduced thus far, and plenty that we haven't introduced quite yet! Feel free to set up your own toplevels and tag out, of course - the second part of the event log will be going up on July 10th!]

Comments

[andbegone]

[Plankton, though not much of a party person, still shows up for the sake of hanging around near the wine. His costume just involves one extra eyepatch, which is working out really well with the whole drinking wine thing. That is to say he’s missing half of the sips he tries to take and there’s wine all over the floor now.]

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker has had maybe 3 glasses of wine too many by the time he notices Plankton across the room. His mood sours immediately, and he winces, already anticipating the humiliation Plankton has planned for him this time.

... Is that two eyepatches?

Ok, maybe he can work something to his favor. Beaker's gonna stumble on over, being as careful as he can to not spill the glass in his hand, meeping apologies when he knocks into someone.

Finally, Beaker stands before Plankton. He's not really sure what he's doing here- he has a couple half formed plans but nothing concrete. He's so exhausted from working and maybe a little too wine-drunk and all he wants to do is find a way to tell Plankton to fuck off without consequences.

So.

Beaker splashes his drink in Plankton's face, soaking him and his stupid eyepatches, and makes a fucking run for it.

... Yep. Good plan. He does slip on the wine puddle that Plankton's made, but he keeps his momentum and gets lost in the crowd, ignoring a couple of odd looks.]

[andbegone]

[Surprisingly, it doesn't get that much of a response at first. Or at least not much of a verbal one, given he spends several seconds just looking down at the approximate location of the drink in his hand with vague confusion before glancing around (as if he can see anything).

He knows his drinking skills aren't fantastic without eyesight (and due to the fact that he's been drinking more-or-less for a couple hours), but... it's hard to tell if that was his mistake or if someone's actively trying to get destroyed.

...But whoever they were, if that was even the case, they'd be long-gone by now anyway. So in either case there's not much he can do without removing his Spectacular Costume and, regardless of everything, he's not about to do that. It feels like admitting defeat.

Just in case, though, he tosses the rest of the cup over his shoulder in a vague direction of the crowd. Covering all his bases in case payback is necessary. Or something.]

[beakie]

MEEP?!

[Well, the cup certainly hit someone--just not the same Beaker he was aiming for. Distraught, Beaker hurriedly tries to shake off what wine has dripped onto his lab coat, but to no avail. Guess this coat is just going to remain partially pink forever.

He looks back in the direction in which the cup was thrown and freezes. Oh. The ex-mayor. He certainly doesn't want to incur any further wrath from him, so Beaker just tries to quickly walk away from the scene. However, almost immediately, Beaker slips on the wine dripping onto the ground and falls flat on his back. He lets out a panicked meep, struggling to get up on his feet.

He just wanted to have some snacks and a nice time. Why can't he ever have a nice time at these parties?]