paixaorpg | It's a Cool Pool Party! [Completed]

Character(s): Everyone! Come on down~
Content: Urd throws a pool party at Jogo da Crianca for everyone to enjoy.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca pool!
Time: Noon until night.
Warnings: Probably none. Maybe blatant fanservice of all the sexy (and not so sexy) characters.

It's been too long since the citizens of Paixao made use of the fairly impressive pool at the park. Like all of the landscaping and architecture of the city, the pool seemed ancient, almost in its appearance, wide and large and full of clear, glittering water. Equally sparkling trees provided shade all around the perimeter and comfortable outdoor chaises (made more comfortable by extra cushions today) and picnic tables dotted the area through out.

For the event, colorful balloons had been created and now floated peacefully in place as if held by an invisible hand. Crepe ribbons were strung from tree to tree and tiki torches, waiting to be lit once the sky started to darken, held their vigil in strategic points around the pool. Two long tables have been spread with snacks made by Belldandy and Genie, so they're sure to be the most delicious cookie/sandwich/chips you've ever had.

Most importantly, in one far corner of the area, a karaoke station has been magically created by Genie. The television is 42 inches, flanked by two 15 inch speakers. Four microphones and stands are available for any party goer to belt their favorites out. To add to the mood, there's even a disco ball above the microphones, hung from the nearest tree!

Don't have a swimsuit? No problem! Urd, Belldandy and probably even Genie will summon up something for you quicker than you can say "sudden public nudity." Be warned, though...each has their own sense of style and may end up dressing your character in something less than dignified.

Unbeknown to any of the guests, a special and invisible barrier has been set into place by Belldandy. This warding field will not allow any Heartless to enter the party, should anyone decide to summon them. Not that they would, though, right? This is a sunny, happy day!

What could go wrong?

OOC Notes: Much like the other large group logs here, this one will work via several small threads that people start in the comments. Everyone is free to jump into someone's thread, provided they don't have a note in their subject line claiming the thread is private (which you're totally allowed to do). Keep in mind that this party was created for characters to develop CR with more people, so don't be afraid to mingle!

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"A cannonball contest?" he repeated incredulously. When had this been announced? The very idea was foolish! And he dare not get into Timon's notion that he would be the one to when in such a contest. After all, with such a small body, how could he possibly--

Vyers winced when Timon landed on him, sinking a little before managing to balance himself out again. The demon lifted his head a little to look at Timon, looking less than amused with the wager. "Need I remind you that you were the one to ruin my first?" he asked. "You have yet to provide recompense for that."

If it weren't for the display he would make of himself, however, Vyers might have been convinced to take the challenge. After all, how difficult would it be to beat the meerkat at a cannonball challenge? He thought about it to himself, gazing distantly at the dome's ceiling. "And you cannot very well offer a wager without telling me what I would win. Why would I take a bet without knowing that?"

They were only bed sheets, did it really matter? It hadn’t been as though he had actually earned the money he had spent on them in the first place. The demon could simply pull some leaves off a tree to purchase a new set. Leaves which were easily within his reach unlike some animals that required more work to retrieve the prized flora. Timon had to climb such trees and carry what ‘money’ he had in his arms where even a small quantity was trouble. No, as far as the blankets went, his guilt had long since left.

“That wasn’t my fault, it was Laharl’s. If he hadn’t of dangled me out the window and you had closed the window like I asked you too, none of that would have ever happened.” Unlike the demon, he did not bother to move to look at Vyers when he spoke. Instead, crossed one leg over the other and shifted into a more comfortable position. “Why should I be the one to pay for it when you and Laharl are both equally to blame? If you did somehow by chance happen to win this little contest though, I’ll get you some new ones. Whatever you want.”

By now it wasn't the loss of the sheets that mattered, but the principle of it all. Of course he could just go to the store and buy a new set, but he was not the one who had torn them up in the first place, was he?

Vyers continued to mull the idea over. On one hand, there was the potential for humiliation, on the other, the potential for victory and the fulfillment of his payback. "...Will you be able to get others to enter in this contest?" he asked. If he was to make a fool of himself, he would prefer to do so with other people doing the same, would it not?

“Of course! I need to face someone actually challenging to make it a competition.” Timon replied. “If it were just you, well, where’s the challenge in that? Don’t worry though; you’ll get plenty of time in before the competition to eat and try that ‘carrying oak’ thing that I keep hearing about. In the mean time, let’s just soak up some sun.”

Vyers sighed heavily, frowning at Timon. "Would not our difference in size be great enough to make me a shoe-in?" he asked, though he wondered whether or not he should have kept that particular question to himself. Ah well, he prided himself upon winning fairly (and if it came down to a matter of style, it would be an even easier win).

"And I do believe it is pronounced 'karaoke,'" he added. Relaxing, however, he could not argue against. It was quite nice.

The demon just had to mention that, didn't he? No surprise: Vyers was not nearly clever enough to see beyond the obvious. Timon should not have expected so much from him. "Whatever. Size isn't everything you know." He said with an irritated huff. "Though the splash is important, it's about style too. Who's to say I can't make a big splash anyway? Maybe I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Ah, then in that case, the odds have tipped even further in my favor," Vyers bragged, a small, satisfied smirk appearing on his face. While cannonballs may not have been his specialty, he was sure he would be able to think of something to add a little flair. "Style, after all, is something I have no lack of."

“They have hu?” The meerkat asked, anything but convinced. “Being more than familiar with you’re so called ‘style’, I’d say you’d be better off not betting on it. You’ll just be blowing everything away, trust me. A hornbill has more style than you. And hornbills look pretty ridiculous…” He mumbled his last remark to himself.

"You don't even know what I intend to do!" and neither did Vyers himself, but that was besides the point. "It could very well be the most spectacular thing you have ever seen. I am sure any onlookers will be more than impressed."

Not any less convinced by the demon, Timon allowed a loud yawn to escape him. “Uh hu, whatever you say. We’ll see how you hold up on the playing ground soon enough. In the mean time, let’s just get some ‘R and R… By which I mean rest and relaxation.” The meerkat paused. “That’s what that stands for, right?”

"We'll see, indeed," Vyers agreed smugly, "And that it does. I wouldn't object to a little, myself."

It's a Cool Pool Party! [Completed]

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