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aldersprigFor several prompts, primarily J is for Jubilee, from sharpeningthebones.
The party hadn't been going on for all that long, at least not in a global scale of things. Only a year or two.
It was the Last Jubilee. It was the Final Party. It had begun the day that D.C. fell. And it was going to go on until they ran out of gin and juice, or until they all died, whichever came last.
When Joey had begun the party, she'd expected it to last maybe a couple days. A week, maybe. She'd opened up all the doors of her house and invited everyone she knew to the party.
What else could she do? D.C. was down. New York had already fallen. So had L.A., London, Madrid. The gods were like locusts, devouring everything - and everything they didn't kill, the so-called heroes were eating.
What use were carefully hoarded supplies against a crisis like this? What use was it living when everyone else was dying? Joey had gotten as drunk as she could, as stoned as she could handle, and then she had started calling people.
For everyone that didn't answer, she took a shot. For everyone that did, she snorted a line.
It took her three weeks to call - or text, or e-mail, or skype - everyone she knew. Three weeks that she didn't remember when they were happening, much less afterwards.
And then, then she started the party. "Invite everyone you knew," she'd told her friends. "Bring 'em all." It couldn't have been that many people.
At first, only a couple people showed up. So Joey opened up the bar, and the fridge, and did a little surreptitious magic to keep the booze flowing and the food coming.
She spent the next week toasting the dead, and greeting her guests. The week after that, she spent meeting her new friends. And the week after that... even newer friends.
That had been two years ago. The booze kept flowing. The food kept coming. And the new friends kept coming.
If the world was going to go and end on them, Joey thought, well, then, they were going to see it out with the best wake they could.
sharpeningthebones.The party hadn't been going on for all that long, at least not in a global scale of things. Only a year or two.
It was the Last Jubilee. It was the Final Party. It had begun the day that D.C. fell. And it was going to go on until they ran out of gin and juice, or until they all died, whichever came last.
When Joey had begun the party, she'd expected it to last maybe a couple days. A week, maybe. She'd opened up all the doors of her house and invited everyone she knew to the party.
What else could she do? D.C. was down. New York had already fallen. So had L.A., London, Madrid. The gods were like locusts, devouring everything - and everything they didn't kill, the so-called heroes were eating.
What use were carefully hoarded supplies against a crisis like this? What use was it living when everyone else was dying? Joey had gotten as drunk as she could, as stoned as she could handle, and then she had started calling people.
For everyone that didn't answer, she took a shot. For everyone that did, she snorted a line.
It took her three weeks to call - or text, or e-mail, or skype - everyone she knew. Three weeks that she didn't remember when they were happening, much less afterwards.
And then, then she started the party. "Invite everyone you knew," she'd told her friends. "Bring 'em all." It couldn't have been that many people.
At first, only a couple people showed up. So Joey opened up the bar, and the fridge, and did a little surreptitious magic to keep the booze flowing and the food coming.
She spent the next week toasting the dead, and greeting her guests. The week after that, she spent meeting her new friends. And the week after that... even newer friends.
That had been two years ago. The booze kept flowing. The food kept coming. And the new friends kept coming.
If the world was going to go and end on them, Joey thought, well, then, they were going to see it out with the best wake they could.
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Date: 2013-04-21 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-04-26 01:12 am (UTC)Typos: "If had begun" "rain out of gin"
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Date: 2013-04-26 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-26 04:24 pm (UTC)Poe, Lyn, Poe! Have you read any Poe? Because I looooooooooooooooooooove Poe.
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Date: 2013-04-26 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-26 04:34 pm (UTC)(I have not actually read all the Poe. He has a novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, that I've just never gotten my hands on.)
"The Masque of the Red Death" is about a bunch of rich people having a giant party in a closed-up house because everyone is dying of a horrible plague and they want to escape it.
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Date: 2013-04-26 04:38 pm (UTC)