The Party Thread, Celebrate Good Times, C'mon!

[MackenzieW]

Mackenzie slowly grew conscious. The first thing she registered was the pain in her head. 'Oh, I think I drank too much last night,' she thought. She pushed herself into a sitting position. Instantly, her stomach turned. 'Oh, I definitely drank too much last night!' she amended.

She crawled over to the bathroom, relieved when her hand hit the cool tile. She made it to the toilet in time, ignoring Qwen's angry noises behind her. Once she was done praying to the porcelain god, the blonde girl felt for her tooth brush. As she brushed her teeth, she noticed she was wearing her UNIT red cap. "Jonas damn it, Jack!" she said, removing the toothbrush.

She left the bathroom and tripped over something large and warm. She looked over to see a young man in a kilt, curled up next to a young woman in a...'Is that a sparkly catsuit?' Mackenzie wondered incredulously. She decided to let the couple sleep. As she pulled herself up, she realized there were even more people in the Remote Room of Doom. Captain James T. Kirk was passed out on her bed while Norrington had pilfered one of her pillows to use on the floor.

Mackenzie stumbled out the door, finding more people strewn about the hallway. She tiptoed about them, finally heading to the red parlor. A giant sign reading "Happy Birthday Ariel!" still hung there.

As Mackenzie turned around, she pinched her nose. "Voldemort is going to kill me," she sighed.

[Ariel]

Ariel just wanted to go back to sleep and hope that the pounding headache in her head would magically go away. Unfortunately, such was not the case. She hadn't realized she was lying next to someone until they almost rolled over on top of her, which prompted her to screech rather loudly and give them a good shove as she sat up. There was a grosn and a mumbled 'shut up' by the wizard next to her.

Bugger. She thought as the room swam before her eyes. She was relieved to note that she was still fully clothed as that could've been awkward, especially who she appeared to have passed out next to.

The teenager massaged her temples as the room slowly came to a standstill. "That was one hell of a party." She muttered, although it was a bit difficult talking since her mouth felt like she'd just came from the dentist. She seemed to have passed out in the middle of the floor.

After a moment, she slowly began to climb to her feet. She was in desperate need of coffee. Maybe after that she could finally figure out what had happened. Of course, seeing almost everyone passed out on the floor, she wasn't about to get her hopes up.

"We can always get him drunk." Why was talking so hard? She sounded like she had a mouth full of cotton.

[Refia]

Refia and Vanille were sprawled out in each others' arms on the floor, the paper party hats still on their heads, confetti all around as well as a lot of empty glasses and bottles. The two girls had been knocked out cold after very heavy drinking, but it had been a party, so who could blame them? Vanille was still muttering another happy birthday song dedicated to Ariel in her sleep.

Suddenly the doors flew open and Jericho came waltzing in, having only a minor headache, wistling pretty happily. He carried a tray with two canteens of coffee on it, as well as a load of plastic cups. He grinned as he saw the party goers lay all around the room in every possible place immaginable. He had already taken a few pictures. Sometimes, it paid to tolerate as little alcohol as he did. Since the goal at parties always seemed to get each other drunk, and he was down for the count after one, people paid less attention to him after his first beer, meaning he could slowly get rid of the alcohol in his brain and stay relatively sober and suffer less the next morning.

The only downside was that instead of alcohol he had consumed a lot more Ice Tea than he could tolerate. He vaguely remembered getting sugar high or something, but his memory was as blank as it would have been had he been roaring drunk. Oh well, at least he didn't have a headache. Much. The loud music of last night still boomed in his ear like a heavy metal drummer. Not good.

He put the tray down on the cleanest spot he could find, then stood up again and looked around, rubbing his chin in thought. Then he got an evil look on his face. He took a deep breath and... "MORNING EVERYONE!" he shouted as loud as he could.

[Amarth]

Helen winced as she woke up in less than pleasant manner. The culprit stood in the middle of the room, looking unrepentant. She muttered a few choice words about his parentage and started to get up...only to notice that whatever she was laying on was very rough. She will probably have friction burns...wait.

Why am I feeling carpet texture on my back?

While she has strong enough tolerance not to feel nauseous or have a headache, it appears it's not strong enough to avoid strange behaviour under influence. For there Helen was, in her underwear.

What the hell happened last night, thought she. Ah well, at least I'm not completely naked.

She then tried to locate her clothes. Something that resembled her shirt was hanging off the light fixture. Will try to get it later. Hope it's not damaged. Next she spotted something black that might have been her trousers. Unfortunately, they were covering the face of a still sleeping person whose identity she'd rather not think of right now, thank you very much.

Sighing, she decided to give up for now. It's not like they haven't already seen it all. Then she felt the smell of coffee.

She went to the table canteens were on, making sure not to step on John and Alcide, tangled on the floor. She poured a cup of coffee, downed it, and then another. Not being a morning person, she glared at Jericho once more for a good measure. Avoiding a heap of red fabric that was stirring slowly near the doorway, she then proceeded to the bathroom, hoping that if anyone were sick, they didn't miss the bowl and cleaned afterwards.

[Ariel]

Ariel did not seem to have noticed that not everyone was fully clothed in the room with her, nor did she seem to have noticed that clothes were dangling from the light fixture. She probably wouldn't have cared overly much even if she had. Growing up with rambunctious siblings had pretty much guaranteed that she found clothes in all sorts of odd places.

She was struggling to her feet when someone she felt sure that she should recognize bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, and almost sit her back down. With a whimper, she clapped her hands over her ears and shot a death glare at whoever it was that had had the nerve to bellow this early in the morning.

She was not a morning person under the best of circumstances. Considering the fact that she felt like she had sledgehammers hammering the inside of her skull, she really wasn't in a good mood this morning. Slowly she staggered over to the table of coffee and poured herself a cup and chugged it.

"Why the hell am I even suffering from a hangover?" She wondered out loud. "It's not like I'm old enough to be drinking."

"I think Dresden may have forgotten that after he had a couple of beers." Artemis looked as immaculate as always. "Either that or it was Ash. I'm not entirely certain which."

[Canon Cannons]

Canon woke up with a jump when Jericho's greeting echoed around the room. Having turned up late for the party she was not as drubk as the others but her head still felt as though a couple of trolls had taken up tap dancing inside it. She forced her eyes open and stared in incomprehension at the blackness surrounding her. Movement was restricted and sound was muffled. It took almost thirty seconds for her brain to conclude she was under a heap of something. Fighting her way free of the fabric surrounding her Canon stuck her head out the top.

Several people were moving about and conversing in the hushed cautious tones of those suffering epic hangovers. Canon stared at Ariel for a while, convinced there was something important there...Oh yeah!

"Happ...Hap..Happy Bir'day 'Riel!" She frowned. That hadn't sounded right. Ah well, her head ached and the pile of stained red cloth was surprisingly comfortable. Maybe she'd feel better when she woke up...

[MackenzieW]

Mackenzie ran into the kitchen, cursing the entire way. "Good morning," Ianto said, sitting at the table. "Coff...What did Jack do now?" he asked, looking at her state and red cap.

"You know I don't drink coffee and nothing that I can remember," Mackenzie said, finally taking the hat off. "But Voldemort is due back from his annual Evil Lords and Ladies Convention any minute now and the house is an absolute mess! The last time it was like this, we were all locked in the dungeons for a week!"

"Okay, calm down," Ianto said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "It seems most guests are still here. Just recruit them to clean up."

"Right," Mackenzie said. "Glad to have you around."

She left the kitchen to find a bunch of hungover people looking ready to kill Jericho. "Oh boy..."

[Canon Cannons]

Canon was just drifting off again when more running footsteps disturbed her. Catching a whiff of coffee she weighed up the pros and cons and decided to go see if there was a nice tall glass of water somewhere.

Just as she struggled free from the heap of cloth Mac headed in, looking determined. Canon groaned mentally and prepared to face the music, she had no idea what had happened last night but that half panicked, half furiously determined expression always meant either shouting or work. Bother.

[Amarth]

Helen splashed her face with cold water, took a deep breath, and tried to remember what happened last night. The furthest she could recall was the cake. It was a very good cake. Then there was something...was it John? No, someone else...who? She tried hard, but she couldn't remember.

Deciding to try and retreive her clothes, she headed back. On the way, she passed the now discarded red fabric. She picked it up and her eyes widened in surprise. What are Red Wizard's robes doing here without a wizard in them? Was there even a Red Wizard at a party last night? Her mind drew a blank again.

When she entered the room, she saw Mac getting ready to say something. It was more difficult than it sounds, since a good part of the people weren't nearly awake enough to pay attention. Helen sidled over to the nearest corner and decided to wait. The person who had her pants covering their face didn't appear to even stir, thankfully. She could live in a blissful ignorance for a while longer.

[MackenzieW]

"Can I have everyone's attention? Please?" Mackenzie said, standing on a chair. "If you are conscious I need your help cleaning up. If Voldemort came home to see this...Well, let's just say 'not good things' are in my future. So please, please help me. Thank you."

She looked ready to get off the chair, but changed her mind. "Oh, and if anyone sees one Captain Jack Harkness, you have my permission to use any means necessary to get my bra back from him. Thank you," she said.

[Refia]

Jericho stared at Mac with an eyebrow raised. "I'm just going to forget that I heard that last bit," he muttered, then went over to his fellow sporkers who were still snoring. He wanted to wake them up, but how did one politely wake up two drunken girls without getting all touchy?

The man glanced around for some help on the matter.

[Amarth]

Helen felt slightly vindicated about the fact that she isn't the only one missing a piece of clothing. She also felt happy that Captain Harness didn't make off with her bra - that would have been problematic in her current situation.

Helen was still feeling slightly annoyed about being woken up in such manner - but if what Mac said was true, this was no time to sulk. So she approached Jericho, who was looking around imploringly.

"What is the problem," she asked.

[Ariel]

Ariel scratched her head, wondering how Jack had managed to still the bra in the first place. She mentally shrugged and decided that he must have been losing his touch if that was all he'd managed to get. At least she had all of her clothes...or not. She frowned as she tried to figure out where her left sock was, and why it wasn't on her foot. Then again, considering the uses she could think of for a sock, perhaps it was best not to think about that too much.

Right, cleaning. Well, first they had to get everyone awake, although she supposed the unconscious bodies could be used for decor if mounted on the wall. Damn, her thoughts were disturbing. Mental note: avoid getting drunk.

Ariel was grouchy under the best of circumstances first thing in the morning. Add in a hangover and a pounding headache, and she had no patience or pity whatsoever. She wasted no time in trying to figure out how to politely wake someone up from a drunken stupor. "Wake up." She muttered as she delivered a good kick to the ribs to a very unfortunate Harry.

"Wha-?" Came the intelligent response, but she had already moved on to her next unfortunate victim.

[MackenzieW]

"You lost your bra to him AGAIN?" Remus asked, sitting at the bottom of the staircase.

"Shut up."

Remus sighed. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Can you get Zabiani? I think we're going to need his cleaning skills. Meanwhile, I'm going to wake the others in our room up. And find Quatre. Oh dear Jonas--QUATRE? WHERE ARE YOU?" Mackenzie yelled, running about the house.

[Refia]

Jericho looked gratefully at Helen. "Need to know how to wake them," he pointed at Vanille and Refia. "Up in a girl-friendly way. Don't really feel like doing the next spork on my own because they hold a grudge."

Seeing Helen's raised eyebrow, he shrugged. "Yeah, they would do that to me." He grinned. "So, a little advice?"