Smoke on the water

[heterochrocatic]

Who: Catra and friends (this includes you)
What: Dankness
Where: The bowels of the Rig.
When: Sometime amidst Christmas stuff
Warnings/Notes: Deals with weed/people getting high/drug stuff.

When Catra had started waking up with strange stuff in her room, she hadn't really been sure what to make of it. It wasn't hers. It definitely wasn't anything that Jorgmund, in their idiotic wisdom, would give to her. Thankfully, since she wasn't a square like Adora she had managed to understand just what exactly this water pipe was. Her first attempt at using it had been tentative, but the experience had been... relaxing, more than anything else that she'd done recently on the rig. And weirdly enough, the bowl on it never seemed to be empty. Useful, even if it was made out of some weird horn-like material. Point was, it was chill.

Naturally, she had to share with her companions ('friends' was still asking a lot of her).

She had scampered off to the bowels of the Rig to the space that Tenten had once-upon-a-time commandeered for a little get together. It was off the beaten path and hard to find, which made it perfect for what was something Jorgmund would probably frown on. Especially considering how much they seemed to hate their prisoners doing anything that made them happy. Once settled with some blankets and pillows, she had sent a message out to others, inviting them to come join her. Why had been left vague and mysterious, the only instructions being to 'bring blankets, pillows, and maybe a snack.' When people arrive, they find Catra in her little nest, the water pipe set out in front of her along with some pilfered snacks and fruit from the gardens.

"About time someone showed up. C'mon, this'll be a good time."

( Open to anyone, really. Even if Catra might not specifically include someone, feel free to say someone else clued them in, or just stumble in and crash. All good. Catra will be too chilled out to be too upset. )

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The Circle

[heterochrocatic]

[ Self explanatory. No post order, just have a good time and go wild. If you want individual threads with Catra, feel free to start one below this. Use of the Circle is not mandatory. If people want to start their own threads at this gathering with others, I encourage it. ]

Re: The Circle

[myagents]

"Greetings."

Price nods at Catra quite timidly, he hasn't exactly bonded with anyone yet and he hasn't been around kids in a long while. Looks like he is the first one that arrived, and brought just a couple of bags of crisps. He did bring a pillow, too. Gently drops it on the floor and hands her the crisps bags.

"The freelancer agents received your message, so I took the liberty to come on their behalf and bring you some--" he notices the tube ready for use "Oh. I see..."

Re: The Circle

[heterochrocatic]

Catra looks up at Price from where she's sprawled in her nest. Lifts a hand.

"Oh, yeah. Make yourself comfy--" She reaches out to take the bag of crisps and drops it onto the floor next to her.

"This thing is great. It never runs out."

Re: The Circle

[myagents]

"Never runs out?" he tilts his head "That's curious."

He sits onto his pillow, legs crossed. He almost reaches for it, but hesitates.

"Where did you find this?"

Re: The Circle

[heterochrocatic]

"Woke up and it was in my bunk. Probably the Stuff? I dunno," Catra shrugs and reaches for the water pipe first. There's a flick of a lighter at the bowl and takes a small toke to get things started, exhales a small cloud of smoke.

"If it'd pissoff Jorgmund and relaxes me, that's all I care about."

Re: The Circle

[myagents]

"Mhm. Well, then. I believe that everyone would benefit from a moment of relaxation, within the precautions the environment calls for." he folds his hands as he quietly observes the girl. Catra is just a teen, she shouldn't be too much of a problem unless the agents warn her about him.

It's not that Price aims to hurt her, or anyone really at this moment, but he is not exactly the most popular person among the acquaintances from his previous workplace. Their loss, obviously, but it's good that he made it here before them and spoke as if they are all his friends. Also he believes that simply being alive after all the nonsense the Director's brash nature put him through has earned him all the weed he can get his hands on.

"Before we start, is there any concern you would like to voice? Anything new that you happened to notice?"

To Catra, but also open to anyone

[googledox]

Brainy is curious. He's always curious and with his hacker hijinks he likes to nose into situations that might be secret meet ups to discreetly work on rebelling. But this looks like a social meet, oh dear.

Robbie is always on his case to be more social, though, and he's been feeling lots of stress lately what with suddenly having to also put people back together with sealing wax and string. Maybe trying to socialize would be a good idea.

The smoke makes him second guess that. He sniffs the air.

"What are you imbibing? Is that some form of nicot - ooooh sprock," he says, suddenly reeling back. "That's cannabis isn't it."

He wobbles, plops down on a pillow.

"It just so happens to be one of the Earth-originated psychoactives that actually affects my species' brain chemistry. We're very sensitive to it."

Which means with just a few sniffs he's already got one hell of a contact high. And now that he's sticking around, he's going to get utterly blitzed.

Why the sprock not?

He starts looking at his hands, wiggling his fingers.

"I am seeing far more fingers than there should be. Fascinating. Some fidgets producing prodigious amount of digits."

He barks out a little laugh at his own wordplay.

[heterochrocatic]

"I didn't know it was from Earth. Cool." Catra smiles. She's already pretty blazed and she grins at Brainy as he joins the group.

"Just... fingering away there, huh?" She giggles, her tail curling around one of her ankles. She offers over the water pipe, if Brainy is so inclined. Hee. Fingering.

[googledox]

"Entendre!" Brainy calls out, pointing. "That was slightly salacious. Well done. And yes, cannabis is one of Earth's many illicit or formerly illicit substances, though use is legal and widespread in my time."

He shrugs and takes the pipe because he's already high that fast and why the sprock not? He may as well commit.

It's a comfortable space to try it out in, he's been very stressed lately, and sometimes throwing caution to the wind has its benefits.

"Normally, I don't imbibe, as I have to be cogent and cognizant and cooperative and many other C's because people rely on me. But I think I deserve a sprocking break."

He takes a very large hit and hands it back, breathing out smoke. The breath is a long sigh that seems to draw air from all the way down to his toes.

Then he just straight up plops over and lays down in some pillows.

"Oh, that is just fabulous."

Would he do this often? No. Is it a nice little happenstance after the recent Infirmary disaster with Rose Tattoo? Yes.

[heterochrocatic]

"I think we all deserve a sprocking break," Catra agrees and then bursts into her wheezy little giggles as she watches the green guy just flop over into the pillows. This is great! Relaxing and fun and just... great.

"Isn't it? It never runs out, either! It's so cool!"

[walkingballpit]

Robbie arrives slightly behind Brainy, having no idea what or who he’ll find here. The invitation, such as it was, had been oblique, and Robbie wasn’t entirely sure that it wasn’t the comms equivalent of a butt dial.

But now he’s stepping into some sort of dystopian blanket fort. It’s very Red planet, but make it swaggy. Robbie sees Catra’s here and nods in her direction. He’s even more unsure that he’s meant to be here - Catra and he don’t seem to share many brainwaves, and after the last time she freaked at him, he’s kept a distance. He’s still not at 100% and doesn’t want to get into an argument; he’s just looking for a reason to be up and out of his room.

And then... the smell hits him. Robbie’s always been a “good kid” - clean-cut and a straight-laced, vigilantism aside, and his friends are similarly square, if not more so. He knows what weed smells like though, and this definitely not his scene. No offence to those who enjoy it, it’s just not his thing because you never know when something causes every alarm on the eastern seaboard to go off, and Robbie thinks he’ll just quietly slip away.

Or he thought that, rather, until his eye is caught by someone dramatically plopping onto a large throw pillow. Robbie’s surprised to see that it’s Brainy, who usually has to be prodded into hanging out in such a casual setting. His interest piqued, Robbie will run the risk of getting slowly hotboxed to find out more.

“Hey Querl, why...” Robbie’s greeting tapers to nothing as he approaches to better hear what Querl’s saying as he examines his fingers. Ohhh, he’s been here awhile. Robbie gives him a sly half-grin, because he thinks this could be something to remember for posterity (and gossip). “Yeah, you’re a prodigious prestidigitator. How you doing down there?”

[googledox]

He sprawls out on the cushions, loose limbed and actually relaxed.

"Did you know?" He raises a hand and waves it around. "Cannabis is one of few psychoactives that Coluan brain chemistry is incredibly sensitive to?"

More wild gestures with his hand.

"I was absolutely blitzed in a nanosecond just because of visiting this gloriously designed tent city. And then thought whyyy the sprock not go all the way?"

He taps a cushion and squirms on the cushions he's laying on.

"So I'll have you know that I live here now." He wiggles his hand in front of his face. "And so do all five or six of my fingers."

[walkingballpit]

“I think I figured that out,” Robbie says with a chuckle. “But I guess I should learn about Coluans beyond the basics they cover in class and stop assuming you’re automatically different. I never thought about what could get you stoned. Like what if I started wearing cologne and you start talking to trees.”

He takes a seat on the cushion Brainy tapped. Maybe it wasn’t an invitation, maybe it was, but Robbie’s sticking around until Querl leaves. If he really was “blitzed in a nanosecond”, this might not be the best place to leave him to his own devices, even though he’s obviously having a good time.

Robbie reaches over and takes Querl’s other hand, the one that isn’t flailing around, and laces their fingers together before holding up their hands. “What about these five? I want to live where they live. As you can see, I’ve gotten attached.”

He drums his fingertips on Querl’s knuckles patiently.

[googledox]

"Oh we cohabitate now," he says, clasping hands, and smiling. He gently pulls Robbie's hand over to kiss the back of it, and then, his eyes filled with a little mischief, turn his hand over and kisses his palm.

"Me, myself, all twelve fingers, plus ten more, and also myself." A smile. "The rest of you may move into our tent home at your leisure. These things take time. But this?"

He clasps his hand with Robbie's again and holds it to his chest.

"This is mine."

Re: The Circle

[credit_not_blame]

"Where did you get a bong?" Stacia asks from the entryway, more delighted than anything else. She drops her pillows and blankets in a pile and approaches to better hear the answer.

Re: The Circle

[heterochrocatic]

"It just showed up in my bunk when I woke up one morning. I think it was just a Stuff manifestation," Catra says as she lifts said bong and takes a lonnnnng hit.

"And it never runs out. It's magic or something."

Re: The Circle

[credit_not_blame]

"Pretty good get, as Stuff manifestations go," Stacia agrees. Reading between the lines, it sounds like Catra's experimented with it already with no side-effects, which means that Stacia doesn't have to worry too much.

"In that case, I would like to also offer my services as someone to run off the well-meaning attempts at adult supervision," she says. "The effects of this stuff wear off really fast if I shift."

Re: The Circle

[heterochrocatic]

"Well," Catra says thoughtfully, "I'm an adult." She takes another hit off the bong. Coughs a little.

"And I'm supervising."

Re: The Circle

[credit_not_blame]

Stacia laughs.

"Adult-y adults," she elaborates. "The ones who would frown on the use of a magic bong."

[hallelujahjunction]

Dan's a bloodhound for intoxicants, less in an intentional way - but also that - but almost in a serendipitous way, as if, by some charm of the world, they just kind of run into him. And that's how, scouting the bowels of the ship to find a place to hide the case of whiskey he seduced out of one of the dock workers, he stumbles onto a Catra in a doze, with a bong next to her that clearly explains why.

He hasn't met Catra, but he's heard of her, and she's on his list of young people to get a read on in case they need some older folk to use as a human shield. Youth is precious. Teenagers are precious.

"I'm not going to get you in trouble," he starts with, which, well, given he's carrying a case of whiskey the size of a Costco box in his arms, should be evident. "Having fun there?"

[heterochrocatic]

Catra is already quite high by the time Dan arrives. She's actually in the middle of a big toke off the water pipe when he arrives with case of whiskey in hand. She blinks up at him, her mismatching blue and yellow eyes red-rimmed from the drug.

"Even if you were gonna try to get me in trouble I don't care." She feels too good right now.

"And yeah. It's a good time. Need to relax after all that crap that went down."

[hallelujahjunction]

"Reckon you do. Mind if I join you?" He waits for her permission, gesturing with his case of whiskey - although he would have no complaints about joining her with the bong, as his sense of nerves has been ramping up all winter.

"I feel like I been hearing about you instead of ever meeting you. My loss." He's gotten tangled in the Rose Tattoo thing too, but only ran into that monster late in the game, lost two fingers on his left hand at the last knuckle, everything still bandaged. Nothing like what happened to everyone else. "I'm Dan."

[heterochrocatic]

"Oh, yeah. Go for it. This is an open circle. At least open for New Hires that aren't total dips." She waves ahand, gesturing for him to join her amongst the pilfered blankets and pillows.

"Catra, but you probably heard about me, like you said." She grins, all teeth. "Hit the water pipe. It never runs out!" She offers it over, if he chooses to sit.

ah some responsible adulting here

[hallelujahjunction]

Dan has never said no to any drug, ever, in his entire life. He's tried almost all of them, and would rank weed relatively high on the list, although maybe not top five.

"Very generous of you, thanks. You can have some whiskey if you want." How old is she, eighteen? Dan started at fifteen, she's fine. "I'll try not to be a total dip."

He sits with her, and he takes a hit and gives it back to her, and fairly immediately feels the effect. He lies down. "How are you holding up? When you're not inhaling."

Re: ah some responsible adulting here

[heterochrocatic]

There's a moment of silence except for the bubbling of the water pipe and then Catra gives a faint cough. The bong is set down and she reaches over towards the whiskey. Catra is twenty, Dan!

She picks up one of the bottles and sniffs at it suspiciously, as if it might bite her. Or maybe just in case it's got something bad inside of it. Not able to smell much of anything through the seal, she starts to work at opening it instead.

"You're not a total dip. Or maybe you are, I dunno." She shrugs at his question.

"I'm just, you know, dealing with it as it comes I guess. I mean, Adora doesn't hate me anymore and she's really hot and she's my girlfriend now and it's the best? God she's so hot, holy crap. My girlfriend? Is hot." Oops, she's onto her favorite topic and babbling away happily while high.