[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[middlefinger]

No offense dude but that's pretty fucking bleak -- nobody deserves to be alone, it's a shitty way to live.

[scoutsniper]

It's not about deserving. It's about keeping everyone safe, so I can do what I have to do.

[ Though, to be honest, he questions sometimes. Maybe he doesn't deserve better. Maybe that's why he lost his family. ]

[middlefinger]

I get that -- believe me I do -- I've lost my share of people close to me, people I couldn't protect or save.

[sometimes it feels like she can't save anyone who really matters to her.]

But I've found fighting alone takes a toll on you, if you don't have people you can trust it just gets harder and harder to find the reasons to keep fighting.

[scoutsniper]

I lost all of them. I've got no one left. Maybe my fault. Maybe it's a goddam lesson, you know? Some kind of karmic bullshit balance thing.

[It could be, for all he knows. He leaves that spiritual shit for broody types like Red. ]

Something worse than getting worn down, though, and that's getting so twisted by what you've done you can't connect with your people anymore.

[Frank Castle: failing at celebratory moods.]

[middlefinger]

Yeah maybe. I've thought the same -- that bad things have happened because I deserved it, because I failed somehow -- it still feels that way a lot of the time.

[for someone who regularly sends people back to hell Wynonna couldn't tell you what she believes in.]

You're right, that is worse. Or when people decide you're so twisted it's not worth trying.

[scoutsniper]

I don't think that. I know that. I failed to protect them. I let my damn guard down, and they got killed.

[He just nods at the second part, because, well, what the hell can he say to that?]

And then we end up here and find out there's shit fucked up worse than we are. [Hahaha funny joke.]

[middlefinger]

[wynonna's experience is a little different -- because she stopped looking for willa her sister became something that was well past saving, someone she had to take down. but she's not the only casualty. her father. shorty. wynonna can never save the people who matter most.]

That's even harder. When you know it's your fault, that you were the one who failed.

[there's a shrug of her shoulders.]

Yeah, things can be a lot worse than they are at home here sometimes- - I never had to deal with zombies before and I'm pretty sick of them now -- but I've found they can be better too, if you let them.

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, tell me about it. [ Or don't because he's pretty much written the book on that topic. And had this place show him the movie version over and over again since he's been here. ]

That's the most fucked up part of this place--makes you homesick for how screwed up things were at home.

[middlefinger]

Yeah, I guess. I mean, shit was more predictably messed up at home, sure, but I also never got any rest from it either, at least there's down time between events here.

[scoutsniper]

Downtime's only good if you have, you know, peacetime hobbies.

[the times he's not trying to kill shit here are, arguably, his most awkward. ]

[middlefinger]

Well, if you call drinking a hobby then I have one I'm really good at.

[it's said as a joke, though there are shades of truth to it. wynonna spends a lot of her time drinking, though at least not as destructively as she was at first.]

[scoutsniper]

Better that what I've been known to do.

[Find criminals, kill them. ]

You're not so bad at shooting, though, either.

[middlefinger]

I'd hope so -- that was kinda my job back home.

[hunting down the revenants, shooting them, sending them back to hell.]

[scoutsniper]

Wish that was a hobby, too.

[For both of them.]

[middlefinger]

Me too. But the world isn't that easy, sadly.

[scoutsniper]

I remember a time when I thought it was. Things were a hell of a lot easier back then.