open; THE GRAND PHANTOM HEIST

[wingstosee]

» WHO? Anyone and everyone!
» WHEN? 5/24, possibly going into the wee hours of the morning.
» WHERE? The bar, Deck 3.
» WHAT? Venus has a convoluted plot to get everyone into a room and drinking.
» WARNINGS? Hopefully, nothing past alcohol consumption and discussions/drinking games!


[ the announced day has come, and the hour draws ever closer. in mere hours, everyone on the station will come to know...

THE WRATH OF THE PHANTOM THIEF.
by which i mean, the station-wide drinking party venus has been wanting to throw since she got here. let's keep things friendly, everyone!


ooc: top-level prompts posted as headings below! feel free to post your own top-levels under the headings! ]

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[bringsthestorm]

Tastes like paint thinner and rubbing alcohol, right?

[She offers helpfully from nearby, taking another sip of her own drink with a significant grimace.]

Whatcha playing?

[hopefragment]

Haha... yeah. That's a good way to put it.

[He smiles with a kind of awkward embarrassment and sets the drink down, turning his Nantendo Game Girl around so she can take a look. And... then almost as quickly, just looks embarrassed again at being caught playing video games at what's basically a party.]

It's an old game, Gala Omega... someone I knew back home really loves it. She calls it a total classic.

[It's Galaga. It's literally just Galaga. But he laughs and shakes his head.]

I was just taking a break... I wasn't gonna do this all night.

[Please don't think he's a loser... (he's a loser).]

[bringsthestorm]

Oh, yeah! I recognize that one. Is it fun? I don't really remember how it works.

[She doesn't know/remember enough about video games to dispute his particular title for it, even if it was totally just Galaga in her world. She leans in to take a better look, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.]

[hopefragment]

[He smiles, a little pleased to have found some common ground, and just sets the little blue handheld console on the table for her to take a look at if she wants.]

You just pilot a little ship and shoot aliens. The controls are pretty simple -- left, right, and shoot. You can play it if you want, I don't mind.

[But before she really has a chance to do so, he offers a hand.]

I'm Hajime Hinata, by the way. I don't think we've met.

[bringsthestorm]

I don't think so! I'm Jupiter.

[Handshakes she can certainly handle. One hand holds her drink while the other takes his hand to shake it, and meanwhile, an invisible hand picks up the game — Hinata can probably sense in the general atmosphere around him, if he's not too drunk enough at this point to notice, that there's something else with them, though it's not malicious in the least, and almost sort of gentle. If he really concentrates, he'd possibly find it in himself to identify the feeling as being, specifically, lots of hands.

She plops herself down right next to him and sets her drink aside, as if it's the most normal thing in the world that the Game Girl was floating along next to her. In fact, with her attention now turning to it, the game actually starts playing, even though both of her hands were folded on the table in front of her.]

Oh, this is actually pretty fun.

[hopefragment]

[Hajime didn't think he was drunk. He really hadn't drank very much of the swill in front of him, after all. But seeing his console kind of just start... floating away... makes him question his sanity more than a little.]

Uh, that's... uh...

[He shakes her hand, loosely, a bit distracted by the sudden ghostly feeling of-- that's not hands is it?!]

Um...

[Her hands are on the table, but the game is. Playing itself and oh God what's he gotten himself into. His face is getting kind of pale as he stares at the floating Game Girl.]

[bringsthestorm]

Oh, sorry, are you freaked out? I can't really put them away or anything but like, if you'd rather I just use the regular hands, I can do that...?

[Oops.]

[hopefragment]

[Of course I'm freaked out!!

But he isn't going to say that to the person who's, uh, got a mystery number of hands, so instead what comes out is,] N-No, it's fine, um...

Sorry. I just don't know what's going on.

[The most polite, unassuming way to ask what the fuck]