PARTY POST.

[thegoodeson]

BE WHEREVER YOU LIKE. DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE. Despite being called a party post, technically this is really just a centralized location for us to thread with each other, as opposed to chasing down community threads.

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[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

[Off in a corner, still being moody.]

[goodenessknows.livejournal.com]

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[Here, Five, have a bag of chips. Mmmmm, delicious and... un-nutritious.]

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

I.. uh, thanks.

[Doesn't have the heart to inform Sam he doesn't do savoury snacking, only sweet stuff passes these lips.]

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[Sam has his face in a blanket. He's tired, shut up. He doesn't have the same endurance Loriens have.]

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[He has a bag of Fritos. Mmmm, Fritos.] What's up?

[gardesept.livejournal.com]

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Nothin' really. Just tired.

[And that's all he has to say on the matter at hand.]

How've you been?

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs a little. On the road forever and ever.] Fine.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Good t'hear, thought you'd be sick 'n tired by now.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[Teenager shrug. Of teenager-y doom.]

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Y'know, bluffing isn't your strong suit.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[Whatever, he's still a kid! It is his deity-given right to not be an adult all the time!]

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Y'might as well tell me what's wrong. 'm not gonna judge.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[Can't he just be slightly grumpy for no specific reason? Gawd.]

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Mkay then, not my issue either.

[He totally knew what that was like, he must be secretly suffering from Bi-Polar.]

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[Or Teenage Syndrome.

Om nom chips.]

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He's sitting out the back of the house, his eyes looking up at the stars with a small smile]

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[And oh hey, a Sam comes out to join him. He has a sandwich. Mmm, sandwich.]

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He glances over at the other boy before looking back up to the stars]

Nice party...

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

Something like that.

[It's great for mooching food off people, at least.]

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at the sky and sighs, leaning back on his elbows]

You know. At least you know where you came from. I grew up looking at those stars and wondering which one was mine. You know?

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[He points in the direction he's been taught - because you pick up a few things, like which direction Lorien's in.] That way.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He glances up at that point with a smile and shook his head]

You know I still sort of know what it was like back there? Flashes of memory...

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

What do you remember?

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

A red sky. Strange buildings on fire.

It's confusing.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[He just nods, quietly, in case Nine has anything more to say.]

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

Screaming. Mogs..

[He closes his eyes, letting his long hair cover his face]

Death.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[Oh, shit. Here, Nine, have a comforting arm?]

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[He blinks at that, shaking his head as if that touch had snapped him out of something]

...Sorry.

Maybe you should head back to the party? Being sort of a downer.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

Cheerful as ever Five.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Hey, if people start paying me, I'll be cheerful by the bucketload.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.] I wasn't really into the party anyway.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

I wasn't aware you were into prostitution Five.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

You sure? I'm sure Seven has her eyes on you.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

I'm into a lot of things no-one cared t'ask about, real kinky shit too.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

That must make Beau happy then.

[thegoodeson.livejournal.com]

[...Lolwhat.] She kind of terrifies me.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

He's too conservative for my kinky shit.

[And yes, he's trolling.]

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

...And what kinky shit is that?

You should be nicer to Sam. By the way.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

[What? It was just a joking comment]

Oh really? How about five then?

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Anything, I mean I couldn't tell you, it'd burn your ears.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

I am nice to Sam.

[nineofnine.livejournal.com]

Somehow I doubt I'd be shocked romeo.

I meant nicer, nice.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Well I'm not about to offer to sleep with him, unlike some people. But 'm nice to him, I like the guy more than I can say for some of the others.