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[sixbuckdropout]

WHO: Dean Winchester, Marshall Lee, anyone fourth year or older
TONE: Fun! It's a party.
RATING: PG-13 at most for language and shenanigans
WHEN: 8 September
WHERE: One of the unused classrooms
WHAT: Consider it a "we survived the first week of school" party
STATUS: On-going.

Dean and Marshall discussed throwing during the first weekend back at school. And guess what? They are. It was Dean's task to handle invites, which he did--to students in the fourth year and up, save for the Prefects and the Head Boy/Girl. The invites also instructed students to come to the party alone; groups of loud students would be suspicious! There are spells cast to make the classroom sound proof.

There's also an entrance fee of ten sickles. Seem a bit extreme? You're paying for quality. There's great music and a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks.



(OOC Note: Many of the Ravenclaws invites (with the exception of Tony's) insinuated that this was in fact a study session. Not a party. Surprise!)

Comments

[doctorkishitani]

How would you find someone who's lost in your thought process? I suppose the obvious way would be to explain everything, but in your case, that would probably add more layers of thought to the situation. [He laughs softly] It all comes back to layers, doesn't it?

[He glances down as Gamzee rests his head on his shoulder, giving him a contemplative half-smile as he listens to the other's speculation.]

Perhaps... But I don't think you're as broken as you think you are. I suppose you can be fragmented, in a sense, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're broken. In fact, you can exist in fragments and still be quite beautiful. And sometimes things are beautiful because they're fragmented, like light through a prism, for instance.

[mo_cara]

[The older boy laughs softly, delighted with the concept.] That's like you! Like the crystal I was seeing when I was itty. Most beautiful motherfuckin' thing. How does it even know how to do that, to make all the colors so you can see every single one but they all be shining and putting themselves in a line, all the most loveliest, like what happens up in the sky. How do the colors know where to go?

But that's you, putting them in the right places! I like your pan for that. [He nuzzles happily at Shinra's neck again, then lifts his head to he can see the other boy's face properly, raising a hand to lift the Ravenclaw's glasses away - this close, things can't get too blurry, can they?] I ain't beautiful, 'cept in the way all motherfuckers is, but you got this way of turning me into light, so I can be.

I like being light. [He glances down, almost shyly.] And that you see me, and that I be making some kinda senses to you.

[doctorkishitani]

[He beams, releasing an exhilarated sort of sigh as he listens to Gamzee.]

That's it! I'm not exactly sure of how it works, but I think that when it rains, the water does act as a sort of prism and breaks the light into all its colours. I can't remember why the colours always end up in the same order, but I can look it up later. In any case... the more I think on it, you really are like refracted light.

[He shifts again as Gamzee pulls away and blinks a few times as Gamzee removes his glasses, adjusting to the changes in focus as he smiles somewhat sadly at the other boy.]

You don't always make sense to me, but I don't mind. Maybe sometimes I'm just not meant to understand you, but I'll probably try to anyway. Because I like your mind too.

[mo_cara]

Rain is another one of them motherfuckin' miracles. [Gamzee agrees solemnly, looking up again.] Like most of that natural shit! How did it even all come to be? Nobody even motherfuckin' knows.

[Then he cocks his head to the side as he sees that sad cast to Shinra's smile, and he raises a hand to trail his fingers along the other boy's cheek, then the corner of his mouth.] How come you be looking like that? Ain't you happy, bro? I am so motherfuckin' happy right now, except you ain't.

[doctorkishitani]

Actually, I think quite a few people know. At least they do to a certain extent. We can look it up later on, if you're interested.

[And then Gamzee's trailing his fingers across his face. Shinra closes his eyes, smiling almost blissfully as he takes a moment to really take in the sensation before responding.]

I am... But I do wonder if I'm not understanding you as well as I could.

[With that, he laughs softly and opens his eyes.]

I'm very glad you're happy though.

[mo_cara]

Can't help but be. [Gamzee informs him seriously.] Got you here with me [tightening one arm around the smaller boy with a smile] and we're talking the most miraculous shit, about all the magic in the world and between people, like you and me. Even if it be up in my pan that I want to kiss you so bad it hurts sometimes, even that's nice? Like ... I dunno, like there's times when it feels good to want something, and to be thinking on getting it, and what that might be like. Motherfuckin' anticipation, right?

But what ain't you got the understanding of? I'll lend a bro a hand, if I can.

[doctorkishitani]

I think I know what you mean. It's a sense of incompletion, isn't it? As if you're missing a part of you that's vital, but almost imperceptible unless you know where to look for it.

[He leans closer as Gamzee tightens his arm around him, resting his head against the wall and experimentally tracing a finger down the other boy's spine.]

I suppose it's mostly the way you tend to word things. Or the way you seem to understand the world. I'm not sure, but I don't think it really matters as long as we fit.

[mo_cara]

Like the holes. [Gamzee agrees.] What I got in my pan, and things fall all the way down through into the black, but I ain't even knowing what gets lost until I see it again.

[He seems about to say more, but his though process is derailed by the finger down his back. It's gentle, but it leaves shivery little tingles in its wake, and his lips part as he makes a soft, pleased sound, like someone who has just taken a bite of something surprisingly delicious.]

... yeah, I. I don't know how to be helping you with that, I don't know how I get my understanding for the picture of the world, either.

[The thought distresses him a little - he wants to be able to help Shinra, but how can he do that, when he doesn't know a thing himself? Still, it can't be all that bad, or the other boy wouldn't be here now, right? His fingers find the soft hairs just behind Shinra's ear, and he starts to play with them idly, nails stroking against the Ravenclaw's scalp.] But it's like puzzle pieces, ain't it?