Outta This World Pool Party

bring your fucking moon shoes

info & setting

wtf is this?

in mauville heights, where the rich and the richer reside, towers the prescott estate. it's by no means a humble mansion. with several dozen rooms, each with its own distinct purpose, lovingly fashioned after the senior prescott's tastes (eclectic as they may be), a lanai that hasn't seen a leisurely bodice in far too long, and a pool that's been considerably underused, the mansion is a romping ground for the reckless and the untrustworthy.

however, the darling Summer Atreides has had a considerable laps in judgment and has agreed to open the house at knox prescott 's wishes. the siblings have worked for a week, shrugging the rest of their duties, to turn the mansion upside down. the servants have gone, all but the cooks and the bartenders dismissed, with cocktail waitresses arriving by the dozens, and the rest of the entertainment scheduled for the early hours of the morning (when the party really starts).

prescott senior is away in sootopolis, planning business ventures and re-establishing his trade routes for their smuggling business. you know what they say. when the cat's away,

the dogs go to the moon?

meet your hosts

KNOX PRESCOTT - boyishly charming with a heart of gold, knox is in charge of the attendees. he is the charismatic compass that points all their fellow rockets north, straight into the heart of the party. upon arrival, find him overseeing the staff, ensuring that each designated attraction room is rightfully enrapturing its patrons, and covering the music. he is the life of the party, the brilliant supernova among dull stars, and the one who can take you higher than the stratosphere (figuratively speaking, of course).


SUMMER PRESCOTT - the brains behind the whole shebang. she's the one who keeps her daddy's empire on top and those skills translate very nicely when it comes to organizing the party of the century. after (begrudgingly) listening to her brother's ridiculous ideas on room themes, she has put them onto paper and then into practice. she is the purveyor, the one who adds just the right umph to the room when the energy starts to dwindle. she is the show-runner and the muscle. play with her things and in her house, but don't you dare fuck anything up.

find your place in the stars

or pass out drunk trying

THE ROOMS

THE INTERIOR

FIRST FLOOR
area 51 - to enter, you must look the part. be it space-walker or space-dweller, come prepared or the misses of the house will see to you herself.

the dance floor - gyrating bodies, cage dancers, and a million fucking glowsticks, all writhing under uv light. catch flashing white teeth and a partner (or two).

the speakeasy - is it so if everyone knows where to grab their drinks? the bartenders will laugh and say, you've never tried anything like this before and each cocktail is a cosmic wonder, a swirling galaxy in its own right. swallow the universe; feel it in your bones.

the devourer's feast - the cooks scramble to fill the wishes of the young misses. cake pops spin on silver wire, modeled after the planets themselves (and poor pluto too). deep dish flying saucers ooze cheese and fruit skewers are arranged in every extraterrestrial way possible. and there's freeze-dried ice cream. obviously.

SECOND FLOOR
low sensory room - the walls are pressing, but the space is expansive. everything is black, black, black, except for the fog that rolls across the floor (the only way you can see the shapes of others) and the stars winking in and out eons above you. this is a place of quiet, of contemplation, and for a moment's reprieve from the madness. get lost in the stars and forget about things for a while.

the terrace - stargaze with a lover, share a moment or two. an attendant on duty will show you where it's safe to jump into the starlit pool below.

TOP FLOOR
the seven heavens - plush pillows. cool night air. lo-fi beats, hookah, and beds of canvas, ready for bodies to be dipped in starlit paint and for love to guide the artists' will.

THE EXTERIOR

the starlit pool - it's filled with thousands of pounds of glitter. terrible for the environment. amazing for parties.

the lanai - rest your feet, spacewalker. have one of the cocktail waitresses fetch you a drink. the twinkling fairy dust that floats around this sanctum will refuel you. so will the powder on the tables.

the courtyard - don your neon paint guns and your protective gear. spray your target in as much paint as possible to win a prize. an attendant is on-site to dole out rewards. (flavour and ic. red and i are broke bitches we ain't giving you shit.)

receiving the summons

the stars - did you know they could sing?

• this is a rocket only event. however, if rocket characters would like to invite league civilians they may! consider it an invitation with a +1.
• this is a casual thread that takes place shortly after the events that transpired in sootopolis.
• mini events and prompts will pop up from myself and red at any given time.
• you will leave with glitter on you in some capacity.