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And there they brew a beer so brown;

Who | District 7 and YOU!
What | A proper dwarven party! AKA lots of food, alcohol, and noise.
When | Saturday evening, Week 7.
Where | District 7 Suites
Warnings | None atm. Will update if needed!
Notes | Kili will be trying to grab people from the elevator to join in, if you need a reason for your character to be there! Otherwise just hop in and tag around!

Throughout most of the day, Kili can be found wandering about the suites, but particularly between the living room and the dining area, picking up chairs and settling them around the table until it seems there’s enough for a small army of people to sit near the table. He can also be seen whispering to avoxes and making requests left and right for this or that. The words ‘keg’ and ‘pipeweed’ are thrown around entirely too much for a single dwarf, but with all of his other activity, it may be a welcome relief from his established routine of moping during the day and getting positively blitzed at night.

As afternoon progresses into evening, Kili’s energy level only seems to rise as he ducks in and out of his room to check on preparations and as soon as the first dish is brought in, he’ll be darting from room to room to ~~annoy~~ gather his district mates to come join him at the table.

Kili has, in true dwarven fashion, not only requested one dish to be served but enough food to cover the table. By the end of the procession of avoxes, the tables is literally covered with meats, cheeses, vegetables, gravies, puddings, biscuits, and so much more. On the counter of the kitchen are two kegs of beer, which Kili has decided is simply not enough, and several bottles of various wines. Kili himself is seated near the head, eagerly looking about, or near the elevator, pressing the button and trying to corral any he finds inside the magic steel carriage to join in. Other times, he will be filling steins and trying to press them into the hands of those nearest, encouraging them to drink and be merry in his effort to recreate the atmosphere of a proper dwarven gathering.

Soon enough, though, he’ll settle back down into his seat, grabbing at bits of food and meat as he makes easy conversation with any he sees. He hopes that the party will pick up, that having a host of people will make him feel less homesick. In fact, he will certainly contribute a few songs of his own and exciting stories about trolls and dragons and mountains of gold.

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Pruna had been heading back from the training room when the small man had opened the elevator and began grabbing people. She had darted out, avoiding his hands and looking for a place to escape, on high alert despite it being the Capitol.

She wrinkled her nose at the food and the people. A party? Why had he been attacking people to bring them to a party? It made no sense. She found a place to stand, back to the wall where she could see the room, scanning it for any dangers, or any evidence of this being a trick, duck quacked and she shushed him.

A quackbeast? Who brought a quackbeast to a nutrition consumption party? Seriously, who did that?

Doobie or Pruna or whatever the fuck she was called, evidently.

Karkat rolls his eyes. "What the fuck are you and the quackbeast doing here, Doobie? This isn't your District."

Pruna sighed at the troll and rolled her eyes right back. Duck didn't roll his eyes, she wasn't sure he knew how to, and wasn't sure if he could be taught.

"This do no be being your district either, tiny horns."

Karkat re-rolls his eyes. This is a proper eye-rolling party they have here. "Yeah, well, this really short human-ish guy dragged me off the elevator and I decided to stay for the food."

"He did be doing the same to me." She wrinkled her nose, "And he do be being tiny. Smaller than me even though he do be being old and do be having hair on his face." Which meant he was really old.

"I didn't know they made humans that small." He bites into a sausage--he's got one in each hand. "Food's good, though."

"Baby humans do be being smaller." She told him, "But they do usually be growing big. Maybe he did just be forgetting to be growing like your horns did be." Which was stupid of him really.

She took a sausage as well, it was good.

"Babies doesn't count," Karkat argues. "Just like wigglers don't. He's an adult or nearly. And my horns didn't forget to grow, okay? I'm just cursed with fucking nubs."

"Did you really be being cursed?" She broke off some bread and fed it to Duck as she watched him. Curses were powerful magic, and not something Pruna knew much about. But she figured that if someone had cursed his horns to not grow Karkat must have annoyed them a lot.

"Figuratively cursed," Karkat qualifies. Then, after a brief pause, "Really cursed too, though." It was as good as description as anything for how he'd set off the virus that killed everyone's lusi.

How did someone become figuratively cursed? Pruna wrinkled her nose, "Who did be cursing you? Did you be making them really angry. I bet you did be annoying them."

"Sollux," Karkat says. "He's-- he was my friend back home. He made a computer virus and I executed it even though I knew it was some bullshit thing like that and it set off a curse that killed off all of our friends' lusi. Parents. Humans call them parents."

"Your friend did be cursing you?" Well Pruna might not know much about friends, but cursing was not a friend thing to do.

And cursed him to kill all their parents. "That do be sounding stupid of him, did you be killing him?"

"He warned me not to," Karkat says. "I-- I'm just a giant fucking moron sometimes. And no. I didn't kill him. He burnt himself out pushing our fucking meteor away into space and died because he'd strained his brain or whatever the fuck it is that makes psionics happen."

"At least you do be knowing it." She told him, some people went through their lives not knowing they were totally stupid.

"What do a meteor be being? Did his brain be exploding?" Priestess Elena had told her that bad things could happen if you used too much power so Pruna guessed it was similar.

"A meteor's a rock from outer space," Karkat explains. "The one we were on was fucking huge and had a laboratory inside of it. We had to get elsewhere in space so he pushed it with his brain, like a spaceship. That's how spaceships work, you put someone who has psionic powers inside of one and they have biotech to amplify their powers and the helmsman uses their brain to push it around space. So Sollux was being our helmsman to get us to where we needed to go, but he didn't have any biotech to help him, so he burnt himself out doing it. I... I think his brain melted. At least, the power in his eyes did and it leaked down his face."

Kakat winces, remembering.

She had wondered how spaceships would work, ever since hearing about different planets and the stars. Karkat's explanation made sense, he might be stupid with tiny horns but at least he explained things to her.

People had to be really powerful if they could push things around space with their brains.

But Sollux brain had melted, Pruna wrinkled her nose. "He do be sounding really powerful if he could be doing that and cursing people."

"He was," Karkat says. "He really fucking was. He was stupidly overpowered at six. I don't even want to know how much of his stupid psionics he'd have had at adulthood."

It was awful to think of how many of his friends would never be adults, would never have their eyes fill in, would never start wearing their sign largescale, would never spend perigees agonizing over the perfect title and then have their friends give them a stupid one instead.

"He did be being six when he did be doing that?" Pruna sounded impressed. He would be a good person to know, if his brain hadn't melted.

"You do be having cool friends."

"Yeah," Karkat says. "I think it's like equivalent to thirteen or something in human years. And-- I guess maybe they were. Some of them were giant pains in the ass all or most of the time... but they were mine." He looks over at her. "What about you, Doobie? You have any friends before they kidnapped your ass?"

"Oh." Okay not as young as she had thought, thirteen was older than she was. She wrinkled her nose at his words, she was just learning about friends but she thought she understood that. Sometimes she got frustrated with Sandy and her leaky eyedness but she never got properly mad.

"I did be having a sister. I do be guessing she did be being my friend."

"Oh, right," Karkat says. "That's the human thing where you get made from genetic material from the same people, right? Trolls don't have that. I mean, they've got the word, but it doesn't mean the same thing. It's more like someone you're in cahoots with."

"I do be guessing so?" She shrugged, "I guess it do be meaning you did be growing in the same person." She wrinkled her nose, wondering how trolls got made.

"But I did be being in cahoots with her as well. So it did be being both."

Karkat makes a face. "That's such a stupid reproductive strategy," he says. "I'm surprised more human females don't die from it."

"It do be being stupid. I do be thinking a lot of humans do be dying from it." She sighed and then curiosity got the best of her. "How do trolls be being born?"

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