goneawayworld | Smoke on the water

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Smoke on the water

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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[ 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. ]

"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..."

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."

"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?"

"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."

"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?"

Catra just turned twenty in October! She considers herself beyond the callow concerns of teenagerhood at this point. As she sets the water pipe back on the floor, she arches an eyebrow.

"...What kind of concern? Why are you asking weird questions?"

"I had figured that making up theories based on latest events could be an interesting pastime, and a way to exorcise it a bit." he shrugs "...But come to think about it that would much more entertaining to do while high."

He chuckles lightly, then gives a half lidded look to the tube.

"You know, I am glad we have this avaialable. Unfortunately, as rare as it is, I am one of those people that are unable to get drunk."

"Hey! Sorry I'm late-"

Adora stumbles in with a bit of a blink, slightly surprised to find someone else has beaten her here.

"Oh, hi."

"I've enver been drunk either," Catra admits with a shrug. "But yeah, theorizing about this stupid bullshit? No thanks. I'd rather talk about literally anything else." She brightens almost immediately when Adora arrives. Patting a spot next to her, she gestures the other girl over.

"Heeey, sit down and get a hit of this thing!"

"That's fair." he holds back a chuckle, and as he goes to take the first hit he is distracted by Adora's arrival.

"Hello. I brought some food." he points at the crisps. "Should we wait for others before we start?"

He doesn't really give her time to answer "Because I think three of us is already enough."

With that, he prepares and takes the first hit. Screw politeness.

Edited (only got the notif about one comment, now responding to both) 2020-12-10 20:31 (UTC)

"We might as well get started," Adora replies as she settles in next to Catra, "People will show up!"

She does reach over to take some crisps. Gotta snack. She watches their new-found companion take the first hit, looking amused, "So. How is it...?"

"...Huh."

It's not bad, at all, but it's going to take a little while before the effect starts. Or at least it's going to take a while for it to be noticeable, he doesn't really experience strong emotions much except for some spikes of aggression which he masks easily anyway. When there's some situation or person that he thinks he can play with, then his eyes sparkle, but usually they reflect his inner numbness and are completely dead. This is one of those moments.

"It feels alright. Here, take a hit."

"You know how to use one of these, right Adora?" Catra leans up against Adora's side with a wide, happy smirk. She seems entirely distracted by the arrival of the other young woman--enough that she's not paying too much attention to the eccentricities of their new companion. Plus, him volunteering to take a hit means he's probably not Jorgmund. Jorgmund isn't allowed to have fun she's pretty sure.

"Or was that one of the things you never learned about because you were too busy following the rules?"

Adora rolls her eyes at Catra as she reaches out to take the bong from Aiden, "I know how it works, Catra."

She pauses to glance at their companion with a smile and then takes a hit. It's the first time she's doing this, to be fair, but she makes it work with the minimum of coughing. Although there's still some as she passes it to Catra.

"Does it take long to kick in...?" That's to Aiden.

"It depends from person to person." he replies flatly, looking distractedly in a corner...But then an idea comes to him. These girls seem relatively new to this - well, of course they are given that they are half his age, but this is fun. He can't wait to see Adora get symptoms as he lists them.

"Oh, as a professional I might have to remind you not to use this if you are genetically prone to schizophrenia." he smiles softly, looking as open and kind as he can "While this drug is known for its calming effect, it can cause a state of agitation and anxiety in some subjects. Especially since hallucinations can have many forms, some of which unpleasant."

He gives Adora a half lidded look, then gently pats her shoulder.

"...But I'm sure everything will be alright for you."

Catra bristles a little as Aiden leans in to touch Adora. For one thing, that's her girlfriend. For another, she doesn't know if she trusts the energy that seems to be coming off this guy.

"It's relaxing. Don't worry about it," she says with more snap than she intends.

"What's your name, anyway?"

"My name is Aiden Price, you might have heard of me as the former counselor of Project Freelancer." he blinks slowly, with a slight and smug smile on his face. "...But they don't talk much about me, really."

He chuckles lightly.

"So...What is it that you and Adora used to do before Jorgmund? I am not currently aware of what field you worked in."

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.

Edited 2020-12-12 00:26 (UTC)

"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.

"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.

"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."

"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."

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

"And I'm supervising."

Stacia laughs.

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

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