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

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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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Determined to show that woman up, Mao had taken to lurking in different places of the party, moving to a different part of the pool area every so often to switch things up. The young demon had started in some bushes rather far away from the action at first, but had slowly been edging closer to the pool. He was careful to keep a "safe" distance however. You never knew who could be lurking about.

Mao was currently a few feet away from the edge, scribbling notes about anyone who looked remotely interesting, though by now the notes had devolved into random doodles of said interesting people with a few... modifications thrown in.

Leaving Flonne to jump in the pool or whatever the hell she wanted to do, Laharl had also ended up lurking. All the women around with the sexy bodies had pretty much forced him into the position. He was doing better than when he'd encountered Urd, but he was sure his stomach still felt a bit nauseous. Damn that goddess.

So he was keeping back, still keeping a eye on his vassal, but mostly trying to NOT look.

However, one person sure caught his eye. Wasn't that him? That white-haired freak Overlord? What the heck was he doing?

Laharl wasn't all THAT curious, of course, of what he was doing. No, his curiousity in Mao increased because of how much closer the demon kept getting to the pool's edge. Well, okay, not so much curiousity as it was shere temptation. How much of a knock would it take to shove that freak into the pool? Probably not much. Just a good firm kick! Oh damn, was it ever tempting.

The only issue in the way of his fun was that damn Genie. Would he notice if Laharl did something? Gah, probably--Well, wait. What did he care anyways? Geez, all these humans were getting to him.

Still, there was no reason to make it obvious, right?

Then it came to him. That would work easily! Laharl knew how he was going to do this.

Noting where there was a bunch of food, Laharl moved from the chair he'd been perched on and headed that way, passing behind Mao. It wasn't Laharl that attempted to give Mao a shove, but rather it was the boy's scarf that shifted magically to Laharl's will, giving a push to Mao's back.

Whatever was happening behind him, Laharl was already three quarters of the way to the food table. It couldn't work out much more perfect than this. A snack and a show! Good thing his stomach was suddenly feeling a lot better.

Mao had only taken his attention away from his surroundings for a few moments. Not very long, just enough time to finish up the current doodle.

Apparently it had been long enough.

The unsuspecting demon pitched forward with a surprised cry, the notepad and pen flying into the air as they were discarded, landing with small splashes in the water a short distance in front of him. His vision became blurry, partially from his glasses slipping off of his face as he started to float to the surface and partially from the water itself.

The demon breached the surface in a flailing mass of limbs, gasping for air, his half angry, half panicked shouts garbled as he struggled to keep his head above the water.

As could probably be guessed, the struggle wasn't going very well.

Foul play was not hard to miss ‘on deck’, especially when Genie’s eyes were as peeled as a hawk. He had certainly caught what had happened, though was by no means quick enough to stop the demon from pushing the other into the pool. However, he was more than capable of enforcing punishment. Surely Laharl knew the rules of the pool and if not he would certainly have no problem educating him. The jinni stood from his seat. “That’s a two forty eight.” He told himself before removing his glasses. “No one gets away with breaking a two forty eight. Not on my watch.”

With as little as no hesitation he grabbed the life preserver behind him and blew his whistle. “I’m a commin’, boy!” The djinn shouted as he dove into the pool. In seconds retrieved Mao, regardless of any struggle he may have shown, and carefully laid him poolside. He hovered over the boy, placing his head against the demons chest. “Heart rate sounds normal. Checking airways and preparing for mouth to mouth. Hang in a little longer there, Jimmy! We can do this! Don't anybody panic. Remain calm! Everything is going to be alright! Stay with me, boy! Don’t step into the light! DON’T STEP INTO THE LIGHT!”

Grabbing a few cookies, Laharl hung around the food table watching the trouble he'd caused. Too bad it was so short lived. That stupid genie was paying more attention than he'd thought. Damn it.

However, it wasn't all a completely a waste. Laharl knew one thing now: Mao couldn't swim, a fact the Overlord filed away for later use. After watching a few moments longer, Laharl quickly moved to vanish behind trees and decorations or whatever he could find to help make himself scarce.

Not that he was afraid of the genie or anything, he just didn't particularly want to deal with him. It would undoubtedly be an annoying experience that Laharl would rather avoid.

The young demon continued to struggle as he was pulled from the water, but he soon calmed down once he realized what was happening.

...Only to scream in horror as he heard the words "mouth to mouth." Mao's struggle began anew, attempting to roll over or get to his feet to escape the giant blue blur that was hovering over him.

Well, that worked better than he thought. He watched in amusement as the demon became fully animated once again, screaming at what he believed to be his mention of mouth to mouth. It never failed. With a smile the Genie flew back to allow the boy to scramble to his feet. However, that smile quickly faded when he realized the young demon had misplaced something: his glasses. He wouldn’t get very far without those now, would he? Mao had suffered more than enough trauma for one day, the last thing he needed was to walk into a tree (as amusing as the thought was).

“Whoa, hang on there, little man.” The djinn called out and grabbed the demons coat. “Can’t have you rushing off just yet; we haven’t even checked if you’re completely stable! Not only that, but you could catch a cold walking around like that. You need to dry off!” On that note, a blue towel suddenly appeared on Mao’s head. “Oh, and you’ll probably be needing your glasses too.”

Mao's scream was abruptly cut short, the demon only able to let out a strangled "Ack!" as he was pulled back by the coat. Dammit... just what was this guy trying to do to him?! It was bad enough that he couldn't see (and why, of all places, did his glasses have to fall in THERE?), but now someone else was going to harass him? Didn't these people have other things to be getting to?

He practically tore the towel off of his head with an irritated growl as he attempted to face Genie--and was off by only a couple inches--ready to let loose a few deafening cries of protest. That, however, got cut short as the djinn mentioned his glasses. "Well what are you waiting for?! Get me them so I can get out of here!" he demanded, towel-holding hand clenching into a fist.

He certainly wasn’t very polite now, was he? Such a shame too, he could be such a hit with the ladies if only he had the proper manners… Not! But it was still a shame. Children should never speak so rudely to an adult, demon or not. It was all about respect, something this young tot clearly knew nothing about. Genie shook his head sadly and tsked at the boy.

“No can do, little man.” He said regrettably. “I know you don’t know nothin’ about this thing called R.E.S.P.E.C.T but should learn what it means to me. R.E.S.P.E.C.T, what that guy don’t know behind that tree.” The genie continued and pointed to the tree Laharl had disappeared behind. However, he did not give Mao the chance to question who he had been referring to. Instead he wrapped an arm around the demon and pulled him in beside him so he could effectively sing to him. “This R.E.S.P.E.C.T is the way to find some glee. Oh, listen to me, listen to me, listen to me, listen to me~! A little respect! Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me, listen to me~! Whoa, babe. Just a little bit!”

Mao attempted to interject multiple times, but the fact that a strange, blue man was singing some sort of cheesy song about respect was much more distracting than one might believe. Which was to say that any point Mao might have made was completely squashed by feelings of "for the love of all that is evil and unholy get the hell off me."

The earlier comment about the guy behind the tree, however, caught his attention. Had that just been something random thrown in to make the statement rhyme or had this guy seen who had shoved him in? Still, Mao wasn't so sure he wanted to get that kind of information from this person. At the moment, he just wanted to go back "home."

"Oi, get off of me!" the demon snapped, attempting to wriggle out of Genie's grasp. "What's the big idea?!"

Music was said to sooth the soul, just not everyone’s soul by the looks of it. Song was always the way to express one’s self or to explain something though. What would he have done without the musical number ‘Friend Like Me’ when Aladdin had first released him? Scrolls were boring; there was no flash or pizzazz to them. Not to mention how much fun they were to sing. He could not imagine his little friend winning the beautiful princess Jasmine over without ‘A Whole New World’ either because, let’s face it, when it came to Al with the ladies, smooth was not the first thing that came to mind.

Genie shrugged and released the demon. “Well, if you had been paying attention to the song you’d of known I was trying to teach you about respect. It’s one of those little things you have to give in order to receive. Aretha Franklin could have been clearer about that in her song but even without, she is still the Queen of Soul. Mmm hmm. See, what Aretha is trying to tell you is about esteem and a sense of the worth and excellence of another person. It’s the deference to a right, privilege, position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges. It’s about honour! It’s about prestige! Honey, it’s the only way you’re gonna get your glasses back.”

Respect? Respect?! Mao was a demon! He wasn't supposed to be respectful! And using blackmail to try and make him perform a delinquent act like that... He wasn't sure whether to be revolted or impressed. But like hell he was going to back down so easily.

"I refuse to commit such a heinous act! If I have to, I'll get them back myself," he announced, reaching out to make sure he didn't run into anything. It would be difficult, considering they were still under the water, but maybe if he froze part of the pool... But then he still couldn't get to the bottom. Dammit. Well, he wasn't going to ask for help if it meant that!

“Heinous?” he repeated in disbelief. “I believe you’ve been terribly misinformed… Unless you’re saying it is somehow for a demon.” The genie brought a large blue hand to his chin and rubbed it in thought. Had he not a similar conversation with another demon? No, that had been helping others. Still, it was a bizarre custom. He hummed softly. “I suppose in that case I shouldn’t have been so respectful toward you. I did not mean to offend you. However, now I know better and that I should offend you! So, in that case, I have no intention of returning your glasses, small fry! A runt like you can walk around blind, that way we can make fun of how both ugly and foolish you are.”

Of course that was what he was saying. What wasn't clear about that? Well, at least the blue guy got what he was talking about now. Maybe now he's stop going on about respect and get him his glasses.

Or not.

Mao was silent for a moment, his anger needing time to take a detour around his bewilderment. "Wh-where did you even get that from?! That's not what I meant!" he finally snapped. "Respect from other people is one thing, giving it's another. That's a delinquent act."

“Exactly!” the djinn agreed, at this point using Mao's head as an arm rest. “And by no means do I intend to perform such a delinquent act. The prison scene just ain’t for me, you know what I’m saying, Shorty? Stripes are so last fall. Now it’s all about skinny jeans and bright coloured shirts. Not only that, but it was my understanding that demons don’t help others. Admittedly, it does pass as a strange custom but I have every intention in respecting your ways and behaving accordingly. After all, this could be fun. Now hand over your lunch money!”

"Y-You...!" He couldn't believe this! Mao let out a long, frustrated yell. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Is everyone in this place INSANE?!" The young demon threw his arms up. "Forget it! I'll manage on my own!" Even if everything was blurry, it at least gave him something to go by. He'd just make it back to his lab and see if he could find something he could use for the time being.

Then he could come back, drain the pool, and grab his glasses from the bottom.

Well! This demon was turning out to be quite the spoil sport, wasn’t it? Had he not been the one to suggest using proper demon manners in the first place? Just because things had not turned out according to his plan, that was no reason to turn sour. Why, Genie had been nothing but polite! At least, he thought he was. He frowned and tsked at the boy once again.

“You’re not a very nice demon, are you?” he asked. “Or rather, you’re not a very bad demon. I understand all the flattery might be getting to your head but there’s no need to get upset… Unless that’s another demon custom, is it? Shouting at others as another form of flattery?”

Mao had already begun to walk away by that time, but at Genie's question, he whipped back around. "It's not flattery at all!" he yelled back. Mao stood there for a moment, fuming, before he finally managed to calm himself down enough to continue. "Those were all just a bunch of insults. Just... do whatever you normally do!"

He sighed heavily. "I can't believe I even have to explain this crap."

Do what he normally did? Why? It was not as though the demon would respect him in return. Manners were something demons never used anyway, were they not? If Mao would not use them, and he certainly hadn’t, neither would he. It was his job to teach this boy a lesson and if this was the only way to do so, so be it. Besides, this method was far more fun.

“One must give in order to receive.” He announced. “Treat others the way you would like to be treated and many rewards will come your way.” Genie held up the young demons glasses. “Such as these.”

What was that he was holding up? Mao couldn't quite make it out. The demon squinted, able to just barely make out the blurry shape in Genie's hand. Were those...? Why that...!

Mao's eyes went wide and he gaped for a moment as he processed this new information. "How did you--?! When did you--?! Grah... forget it! I don't need your help!"

“Maybe not but you certainly need the help of these. Without them, you just might walk right into the pool again. Then you’d be twice as humiliated, all in the same day.” He waved Mao’s glasses, now just within the demons reach. There were other ways of getting through to him than this and leaving the little demon blind as a bat? That was simply not his style. He grinned at Mao. “Unless, of course, you do want me to give you mouth to mouth...”

Damn it! He had a point. And it wasn't like he could just steal them back. He could try, but without being able to see... Ugh, this was why he wanted to stay away from this pool party to begin with. he should have known nothing good could come of it. He should have known as soon as that goddess had started acting weird.

Mao shuddered as Genie uttered those last horrible words and seethed a moment longer. "Fine," he spat, crossing his arms and glaring up at the djinn. "What do you want me to do. And don't tell me it's that 'being polite' thing. I won't do it!"

Genie looked down at Mao suspiciously for a moment, unsure whether or not this was some sort of trick. However, a smiled quickly returned to his face when he realized the boy truly had given up. Although, he couldn’t help but get the feeling that it was because of frustration, not understanding. Ah, well. You couldn’t win them all. Besides, there was still plenty of time to teach young Mao the proper etiquette he had pressed on him for so long. If he couldn’t get the demon to be polite though, what could he have him do for him?

“Well,” the genie began thoughtfully. “You can either thank me for returning your glasses or… Sing me a song!”

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