"In cento anni o cento mesi, l'acqua torna a' suoi paesi."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and YOU!
What: birthday catch-all! Squalo's turning 23 on the 13th. Yes he is Pisces because his character wasn't fish-related enough yet.
When: 12th-14th
Where: All around Vista city, the mall, the bars, Pride HQ, MANTICORE penthouse, Junkyard Carnival penthouse, etc.
Warnings: Squalo language, violence, substance abuse, (mentions of) banging, will update as necessary


[ prompts in comments! ]

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March 12th // Vista city // OPEN

[sharktrash]

[ The day before his birthday, Squalo can be found out in the city. He’s mostly getting groceries and booze, but before going shopping he just might wander around the mall for a while. Go to the pet store to look at fish, test out some instruments in the music shop, maybe sign some things if he’s approached by a fan, and so on. Maybe, you know, he’s grabbing your bassist and making a run for it in a shopping cart, whichever. Feel free to pester him! ]

Re: March 12th // Vista city // OPEN

[blindfoldcode]

[You know who's chillin' at the mall? MINDING HER OWN FUCKING BUISNESS? This green haired loser who is legitimately just trying to find her girlfriend an anniversary present oh my god.

She seems really, really into it too. She does see Squalo, but the second she does, she averts her eyes, staring very hard at the display in front of her oh god she does not want to be confronted about Genos or her disappearance from the MANTICORE penthouse or any of that.

But she's a bassist. With very little to no guard on her. Actively avoiding noticing him. Rookie mistake?]

[riveres]

[Malls he finds, are perfect places to stalk creep on observe others. There's usually lots of people there so it's easy to disappear into the crowd. He isn't sure why he decided to follow this loud asshole that screws everything in his path and feels no shame. But Oscar figures it would be good practice.

In the music store there's a indie-looking motherfucker with dark hair, an androgynous figure and face, and wearing dark colors. He's mostly minding his own business, tapping out little melodies on a piano.

For now.]

March 13th, morning to 4-6-ish PM // MANTICORE penthouse // OPEN; feel free to mingle if you'd like!

[sharktrash]

[ On the 13th, starting from the morning, he’s making lunch. A lot of it. Clearly more than MANTICORE alone could eat. It will be on the table around midday. Anyone from the label is free to come over and mingle! Except you, Lesedi, nobody invited you. The selection’s similar to their Solstice party, though not quite as wide; there’s fish stew, raw tuna, pasta, steak, homemade baked goods, wine and a few kinds of coffee, all very much Italian in taste. Not-mom might’ve brought in cake. ]

[ Oh yeah, there’s also a huge “GIFTS OR GTFO” sign by the door, sure to greet everyone who might be coming in. A sticky note stuck under it reads, “Will also take tits”. ]

[dishevelment]

[Gifts? How about a giant plush shark that was the size of a body pillow, with a simple bow delicately wwrapped around it's neck?

There might be a cursory knock on the door before it cracks open for Baby Shark to stick it's face in.]

[scalpedsociety]

[Since a cake isn't enough and helping make the feast isn't enough, Cello!Mom comes in carrying baskets of vodka. Nearby there's Avery, her bodyguard carrying some more into penthouse.]

I wanted to save money, so I opted for quantity. This might wet your mouth for a few moments. Buon compleanno, my dear Shark.

[She gives him a hug and mommy kisses. Miiiight just slip some keys in one of his pockets.]

[blindfoldcode]

[Kido's not sure she has any place to talk, and surprisingly unlike the last few weeks where she was absolutely comfortable in the penthouse, actually moving in has left her with the worst kind of social anxiety.

But still. She is popping her head in the kitchen, looking surprised while he cooks. It's not really her place to say anything, but.]

... It's a little backward to cook for your own party.

Re: March 13th, morning to 4-6-ish PM // MANTICORE penthouse // OPEN; feel free to mingle if you'd l

[magic_to_do]

[Trucy arrives early in the morning, announcing her presence with overly enthusiastic knocking. She has a large box with her, wrapped in paper decorated with tiny cartoon sharks.]

[snapcrackleburn]

[ Roy figured everyone would be giving Squalo shark-related gifts so he opts for something that will benefit the living fish in Squalo's life. Not long into the morning Pride staff delivers the gift Roy ordered- a much larger fish tank for Sharky WhateverNumberItIsNow with plenty of fun decorations and a quality filter to keep the tank looking nice.

Between waves of guests and conversations, Roy sticks his nose in one of the chemistry books he keeps buying. Generally he's good at joining in the festivities but it's still out of place to see someone reading between activities. ]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

One of these is your real gift!

[Jecht holds out two packages. One is large, one is smaller. He balances them in his hands, showing off their respective weight.]

And one of them is not.

Choose wisely!

[ace_of_hearts]

[He's got no tits, but he IS shirtless.]

[And face first in that giant buffet.]

[Probably dead.]

[Might want to check for Bianca poison.]

[Or a pulse on the topless food-devourer just in case he's not really dead-dead.]

[He also did make a present by the gift pile for what it's worth. But since he doesn't know Squalo well yet, it's just a badass silver belt. Because who doesn't love belts? Fuck you, everyone should love belts. Belts are awesome. In fact, he got like five belts. Because that's how awesome belts are.]

[Award for weirdest present to be tacked onto his corpse(?) please and thanks!]

March 13th, from 6-ish PM into the next day // Vista city, wherever the night takes them // OPEN

[sharktrash]

[ And once the evening comes, he’s out. Because it’s not a fucking birthday without getting pissed at a corresponding number of bars or clubs (ah, guess that explains the lack of hard liquor during that lunch/dinner). Yeah, he’s going to go through twenty-three fucking bars and drink at each and every one. Maybe steal the stage in some, maybe snort coke in some others. You’re free to join him, though if you plan on trying to stop him, well, prepare for a lot of creating swearing in languages you may or may not understand and being ditched like a sack of hot, sad potatoes. ]

All Warnings apply all the time

[variaboss]

[Somehow, Xanxus shows up around bar number 3. It should be number ten because irony, but nope. It's three. Because he's sort of been hunting the birthday boy down. He's got presents to give the asshole plus there's like some sort of special birthday toast he's supposed to make. Hell if he remembers what it was. It's probably too sentimental and cheesy for him anyway.

But holy hell is this hard to do. Go into a bar and NOT DRINK. But he's got a promise to keep. So he's going to stay clean if it kills him. ]

Oi. Hey. If it isn't the birthday boy.

who knows probably various substances

[alleato]

[Dino's in one of those fancier bars, dressed to the nines, bodyguards or whatever there but somehow out of sight, because that's how it goes. He's been at it a little while, so he's pleasantly buzzed when he sees the loudest person he knows walk in. Squalo looks busy, and it doesn't register at first, but Dino somehow puts two and two together and notes that if he's going this wild, it's for a special occasion. Well. Two drinks in hand, he makes his way over the minute Squalo looks relatively alone.]

Celebrating?

[nuns4money]

[In one of these wild ass rock clubs there's a familiar figure at the bar. It's that blonde lady that sung with him and Luci, also screamed at him at The Daily Grind. Of course she's no longer blond anymore, her long hair almost as silvery-white as Squalo's own with her roots being a dramatic dark blue. Still, the lady is still herself and still in leather

She might even get up and dance on a table for him if she hears it's his birthday.]

[bass_instincts]

[Shin's been going out to bars with his band, but tonight he's alone for the moment. Hearing that it's this guy's birthday the newest Nuclear Parliament member goes up to him with a smile,] You smoke? I figure it'd be rude to not share some weed with the birthday boy if I'm going out to have some.

March 14th, around noon // Junkyard Carnival penthouse // CLOSED to Xanxus // cw: EVERYTHING

[sharktrash]

[ The next morning is, understandably, a little difficult. He wakes up around noon rather than fuck o clock in the morning like he usually does, face-down, his hair’s a mess, and he’s hurting in several places (his head, which is damn unusual considering his levels of alcohol tolerance, and even more unusually, his ass). His memory is hazy starting somewhere around the sixteenth bar, though if the crossed-out sticks on the back of his good hand are any indication, he got through all twenty-three. He vaguely recalls some of his friends, dudes in helmets, Xanxus, but he’s not entirely sure which of it actually happened and what he might’ve dreamed after getting back. Oh yeah, also something about lots of damn great sex that felt like he’s been anticipating it his whole life, then passing out napping, then more sex, which he supposes explains some of those aches. Well, he’s in his penthouse safe and sound, surely nothing has gone too wild. ]

[ Wait. IS he in his penthouse? There’s someone next -- there’s definitely someone next to him. Groggily, he lifts himself on his elbows a bit to turn his head and check out whatever clue to yesterday the universe has decided to provide him with. ]

[ On the pillow right next to him he sees someone adorned with very familiar scars and feathers. He groans loudly and flops back onto the mattress. The bed creaks as he does that. Something in it might have been broken... ]

all for me

[variaboss]

[ The next morning is fucking amazing. He regularly sleeps in unless he's forced to wake the hell up. And good god but wouldn't he like to stay in bed right now for as long as possible. One arm slung possessively around Squalo, snoring just slightly. Face almost soft, relaxed. It's the most at peace he's been for a long time. This is probably the best sleep he's ever gotten.

He makes a grumpy sound when his living plushie shifts up. No. No way in hell is he waking up yet. Not yet. In fact, he might just roll against Squalo, into those bruises he's probably left all over him, and bury his face into the man's hair. ]

Stop moving, trash. And stop being so fucking loud.

[ It still hasn't registered what he's done. ]

March 14th; afternoon // Junkyard Carnival penthouse // OPEN

[sharktrash]

-- 1

[ Good morning, Carnies! Or whoever happens to be there or around, anyway. There’s a guy sort of staggering about your suite like a newborn calf that’s having trouble walking. He’s probably half-naked and most likely wearing a Carnies T-shirt that’s visibly too big for him. You likely heard him in Xanxus’ room during the night, since you can’t possibly mistake that loud voice for anyone else. He also seems to have some trouble fitting through doors on the first try (still drunk from yesterday, probably), and hits his head on the frames a few times. ]

[ He does, however, manage a plenty focused glare if he spots you looking at his disarrayed state, and points at you, probably already anticipating some kind of smartass comment. ]

Don’t.


-- 2

[ Instead of leaving right away, he’ll make it to the bathroom, because nothing helps his mood, confusion and hangover better than water. ]

[ He takes a nice long piss, possibly throws up a little, showers, brushes his teeth, and then, as usual, starts checking himself out in the mirror. Turning a bit sideways, he spots something dark on the back of his shoulders. What could it be? He turns -- ]

[ A shark. A motherfucking shark tattoo, which is actually pretty cool and he doesn’t have a problem with that, but below, right above his ass -- ]

[ XX ]

[ THERE’S LOUD, ANGRY SCREAMING RINGING THROUGHOUT THE PENTHOUSE. ]

[ ...if you’re anywhere within three floors of him, you probably heard that. ]

1 OF COURSE

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[And there's Luci, in her tiny devil print matching pajamas, sipping her coffee and looking so pleased with herself.]

What~?

1 because REASONS

[ace_of_hearts]

Kay.

[Ace just smirks, kind of gives a SLY smirk at that, he is clearly BUBBLING with a comment about last night, but refraining. And hands over a giant glass of orange juice and vodka. Yup, a screwdriver. No worries, it's an old pirate remedy. Not that Ace remembers the pirate part, but he has vague ticklings that this is all so very familiar.]

Gotta admit though, I was pretty impressed. The last time my crew-- family-- old band? -- went drinking that hard, they usually passed out well before making it back to base.

Anyway. Drink up! [Claps Squalo hard on the shoulders even though the bright voice is probably the last thing the man needs right now. But now that the punishment for having such a good time and getting all the ladies or whoever to himself, Ace drops his voice lower and deeper to more bass and quiet.] It'll get your liver started on something new.

March 14th; late afternoon // Pride HQ hallways // OPEN

[sharktrash]

[ Nobody’s probably seen that one coming. Even with everything that’s been happening lately; who could’ve thought they’d live to see this? ]

[ Superbia Squalo is doing the walk of shame. ]

[ Well, technically, there doesn’t seem to be any shame involved, so it’s more of a walk of “yeah I’d bet you like what you’re seeing”. Which is a lot, since that too-big T-shirt with Junkyard Carnival logo on it may or may not be the only thing he’s wearing. And it’s less a walk, more really damn careful shuffling along, really, as if he was made of fucking glass, but he doesn’t stop looking smug anyway, head held high and the trademark grin firmly in place. He seems to happily own his tousled hair and whatever bite or spank marks are visible, too. Heck, he might even call out if he spots anyone watching him (or taking pictures). ]

Voooiii! The hell’re you looking at?

[ Nah, no shame here. ]

[dishevelment]

[Cosmic Indulgence's penthouse wasn't terribly far from Junkyard Carnival's-- a benefit overall, since the two bands have been fairly friendly with eachother since Day One, but the proximity made certain intimacies hard to hide.


As such, Koumei had heard the antics of his sometimes bedmate and sometimes drinking partner all the way down the hall. Familiar as he was with both of their voices, it was unmistakeable what was happening.

Sleep wasn't a thing to be had that evening, and it was late in the afternoon by the time Koumei shuffled out of his bedroom in a half-asleep daze and started to head out just to get a breath of fresh air (and probably some Gatorade) after the evening's bar hopping ventures with a certain man who was celebrating a certain day.

He hadn't expected to find Squalo himself in the halls, clad only in an oversized t-shirt. And, though he was still barely awake, he couldn't help but admire the sight.]

Only someone who looks like they should be painted like one of those French girls, [he quipped, chuckling at his own joke. It was far too early(?) to have a filter.]

Re: March 14th; late afternoon // Pride HQ hallways // OPEN

[psyvampexperiment]

[And here comes that annoying interloper who snooped in on his picnic, on a walk of shame of his own, his dinner jacket rumpled, his collar open and his tie missing, also his pants look like they've been draped over the back of a chair, plus his hair slightly on end]

I was just thinking at least neither of us is alone in returning from a busy morning and previous night.

March 14th; late afternoon to evening // MANTICORE penthouse // OPEN

[sharktrash]

-- 1

[ Eventually he makes it back to his own suite. He sort of hopes he doesn’t run into any of his bandmates, because he doesn’t feel like explaining where did his pants go or why does he seem to be in this kind of a sorry state or that he’s finally bedded the guy he so insistently preached distaste for (and even organized a beating of once). Haha. How things change. ]

[ He’ll be trying to just get to his room and pass out on the bed, and not come out until he gets hungry or has to go to the bathroom again. Which could probably take a big part of the day. Will he make it there without anyone noticing him, though? ]


-- 2

[ When he does finally make it out, this time a little more dressed in his usual casual wear but still a little wobbly, and head for the kitchen, he’s looking… in a strangely good mood, actually. Maybe he got over whatever contradictions were bothering him? Either way, he’s gonna sit down really carefully and wolf down cereal like he hasn’t eaten in days, a small smug smirk on his face. Not quite a dreamy look, but considering how he usually is, it’s dangerously close... ]

2

[scalpedsociety]

[ Luckily Aramat wasn't there when the scream was heard but she will come into the Penthouse later on. For what, we don't know. Leftovers? Jecht? Maybe a chance to ask her student how was his night?

And he can't help but notice that for the first time ever Squalo looks... serene. (Or as serene as a normally shouting, screaming asshole shark-kin can be.) ]

Squalo, you look... relaxed.