Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Out Of Me etc. etc.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Characters passing by the bulletin board may notice a new message tacked to it!]

Drinking party at the bar at 8pm. Under 21 only. Adults will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Fun and games included, party hats optional. Don’t be late!

[Sure enough, there’s a gathering of teens (and maybe some not-so-teens?) to be found in the bar! While the posting mentions this is a teen only event, adults are in fact allowed as long as they are cool. OOCLY please be aware there are going to be teens drinking alcohol and possibly smoking! Also additionally, please let the teens/players have fun; again, adults are allowed but only if they’re cool enough to play along without snitching them out!

All party game top levels are going to be made under Ahito’s account but please assume ICly that Akira instigated/explained them! Once the game toplevels are up you can also post your own toplevels to mingle freely if you like IDK IT’S A PARTY HAVE FUN]

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[jokey]

[You're going to be the one who regrets this in the end, Shinjiro.

Akira strides out to the fountain, looks between Shinjiro and the water, and puts up a hand.]

Wait there. I'm not changing in front of you.

[Said in an accusatory tone, as if Shinjiro would give a damn. Akira disappears behind the fountain, clothes tossed this way and that... when there's a poof, a voluminous cloud of sparkly red, and then Akira, clad only in his underwear, emerges.

His big carpy mouth flaps about as he steps into the fountain.]

You're overdue for a bath. Let me help.

[Shinjiro and whoever came out here to spectate his dare better prepare to get absolutely drenched, because Fishkira flops down and proceeds to violently splash about in the fountain and slosh water absolutely everywhere.]

[revengier]

[ Honestly, he only came here so he could see Akira shirtless...

And this is what he gets, because of fucking course it is. Why would Akira do anything else? Why wouldn't he turn into a fucking fish and splash everyone? What else did he expect?

Not only is he wondering what, exactly, is wrong with Akira but he's also drenched too, his shirt sticking to him uncomfortably now that he's completely drenched. (It's a little bit refreshing since he's drunk and warm, but that's beside the point here—) ]

Akira.

[jokey]

[Lifts his big gaping fish face, stares dead-eyed directly at Kurapika,]

Hey babe. You look good soaking wet.

[Akira sucks in a nice, big mouthful of fountain water and spits it directly at Kurapika.]

[revengier]

[ Great, now his pants are soaked too! And so much for being subtle, calling him a pet name in front of whoever else is here. ]

I'm going to undo your transformation spell right now if you do that again.

[ How? He doesn't know, he's drunk. But this is a threat. ]

[jokey]

Oh yeah? You don't have the balls.

[Squirts him in the face again! Ahahaha!! Do it, roll for a detransformation. Until then, the squirtings will continue.]

[revengier]

I'm giving you one more chance before I take matters into my own hands.

[ He means it, Akira! There's a warning in his tone and everything. ]

[jokey]

[KEEPS FUCKIGN SPLASHING, WATER U GONNA DO ABOUT IT HUH]

[revengier]

[ You know what? It's time to try and break his concentration.

Pulling a string out of his pocket, Kurapika mutters his incantation and it turns into chains.

Roll for escaping, Akira. ]

[fullspbar]

[ The changing thing would have really been the last thing on his mind, thanks. It's not like they're both dudes, who've probably already shared the bath together.

But, he really doesn't know what he was expecting here.

Definitely not him to actually larp a fish, transformation and all? He's drunk enough that his only thought process for a hot second is 'jesus christ', followed right up by a sense of dread that pierces right through his buzz....not fast enough, though.

Because he sure is...soaked. Head to toe. Beanie to shoes. Again.

There's a splutter as Shinjiro wipes the water out of his face, ripping his beanie off as the soaked wool sends rivulets down his face faster than his hair can. It would feel nicer for anyone, but for a guy who runs cold, it fucking sucks, dude.

Which is exactly why he whips around with a glare the moment he manages to wipe his face off, knuckles cracking threateningly. ]

Kurusu, you bastard....

[fellheart]

[ robin came out here to cool off for a bit post-solomon solomonning, so she's collateral damage that doesn't even know about whatever dare is going on. ]

Kurapika.

[ her smile is a radiant beam. ]

Control your beau, else I might accidentally end up turning him into fish fry.

[revengier]

[ He sighs. ]

...Fine. If Shinjiro doesn't do something first, then I'll immobilize him.