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Who: OPEN
What: Some crates fell from the sky
Where: The Park, near the gazebo
When: Evening, day 42
Warnings: Injury, snakes, spiders, gore, violence, strong language, will update as needed
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The ropes tightly binding the metal crates together managed to keep the pyramid formation intact even as it impacted the ground. Each crate was about five feet by five feet and the entire pyramid stood at least two stories high. Some of them are empty, some aren't meant to be opened, but there are a few that contain something special.

If you can cut away the ropes and pry open the lids, you might find a real treasure! Or you might regret giving in to your curiosity. 

Don't forget to share, boys and girls.

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[rigging]

[ Wow RUDE, Party Poison, these cigarettes are not for you, you didn't even find them. Jesse definitely is ignoring Party as he gets the box open, and lo and behold, cigarettes! They're in this box! Joys of joys!

There are other things in the box but uh, Jesse is not paying attention, and he snatches the box the second he sees it. There are more, but! Those other things? Yeah, maybe he shrieks a little bit and falls back. Is this the best chance to jump him for his cigarettes? Probably! ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Jump him? What? No! Party is right behind Jesse to catch him when he stumbles back like a fairy fucking princess. And also to shyoink that pack in Jesse's hand, thank you, thank you. One hand around Jesse's waist from behind, the other holding his stolen goods too high in the air for Squats McGee, Party grins against Jesse's ear and greets:] Hey, there.

[rigging]

[ See, Jesse would totally be bitching about the cigarettes and the fact that this fucker is touching him, but he's too busy freaking the fuck out. Why? Because inside that crate was about a million fucking spiders, and they were living underneath the cigarette box that Jesse picked up. And they're all varying sizes, too, which means Jesse is just going to have a mild panic attack in Party's arms as he thrashes. How romantic. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Okay, spiders. Okay a lot of spiders.] Holy shfuckin--gross! [It's a giggle, because that's really fucking gross, but it's spiders! Maybe nasty spiders, fine. He's not a total asshole and he'd hear it from Kenzi if anything happened, so Party brings his other arm down to hold onto his panicked pal snugly, backing him quickly away from the swarm. Just come back, back up, it's okay.] Relax! C'mon, JJ, it's bugs, they more scared'a you than vice verse, you're okay. Jesse! J-hehe-Jesse, come on, you're fine.

[Maybe his fear is warranted, but neither of them knows that, not really--and Party's working to put real distance between them and the hoard.] Stop.

[rigging]

[ nononONONO nope wow, spiders are gross. Jesse will very much Not Appreciate Party laughing at him later, but he can feel them crawling on him and he's pretty sure he's being bitten all over and he's thisclose to screaming like a maniac. Instead, he makes panicked noises and tries to get out of his jacket so he can throw it on the ground and put as much distance between it and the spiders as possible.

Except Party's got that grip on him, so it makes it a little difficult, but... still. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Well, look, he's terribly obliging: Party lets him go when he starts struggling with his wardrobe, even does the little favor of shoving Jesse further away. he just likes shoving, sorry] Jesus, what's your damage? Papi, it's bugs. You step on'm. It's bugs.

[rigging]

Shut up -- [ Jesse snaps, finally, a little high pitched in his terror. There aren't any more spiders, they're just swarming all over the crate like crazy, and Jesse shudders full-bodied at the sight, looking himself over for bites. A beat, then his gaze snaps back up to Party. ] Hey, give 'em back, motherfucker, those are mine!

[ He just stuck his hand in a crate full of spiders for a pack of cigarettes, he earned that shit. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

W-- [He squints, head cocking to the side.] Give what back?

[rigging]

The cigarettes! They're mine! Fucker, gimme the pack. [ He'll just advance on Party and totally try to assault him. He knows he has it. The spiders didn't take it. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[He laughs high and nasal and mean, and with the pack jammed safely in the inside pocket of his jacket, he's free in both hands to shove Jesse back. Assault, please.] Pfft! I don't see yer name on 'em! It's communal, see? The community shitpile!

[rigging]

[ Jesse stumbles! And looks pissed. ] I got 'em first! You don't need 'em, you're supposed t'be fuckin' dead!

[gloryisbullshit]

Yeah, that's right! And I clawed my way back! [He just keeps smiling, rocking back on one heel and getting out one cigarette.] I think I earned these!

[rigging]

[ Fuck that smile. ] No, fuckface, find your own! [ He's really not going to stop until he gets that pack back, which means he's going to tackle Party and attempt to beat the crap out of him. Give them here. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[He's dumb in a lotta ways, but Party's street smart. That means being able to keep a cigarette safe in your mouth even while your ugly twin's whiny boyfriend is try to grind you into the dirty. Smirking and snorting, he fights back, not shy to go for the throat or the eyes or the crotch, whatever it's gonna take to stutter Jesse's assault and get him on his back.

[But no knife. See, he's playing nice.

[Anyway, what does he need a knife for? Nature's own little weapon is skittering it's way towards Jesse's shoulder now, hooking into his sleeve--Party sucks in a breath around his cigarette, arms and legs going stiff to pin Jesse down.] Hey--hey hold still! You got one on ya, hold still, you gonna spook it!

[rigging]

[ Jesse's not shy to go for the valuables either, but he's rusty in the way of fighting, which means Party gets him down and pinned pretty quick, and it's frustrating. He's going to try to buck, to knock Party off of him, except, y'know. Hell on eight legs is crawling on him and he's not thinking about anything but that.

Jesse is not a rational guy when it comes to spiders. He'd probably cut his arm off in an attempt to get away from one - he already lost his jacket to the devilbeasts. But Party tells him to go still and Jesse does, completely freezes, doesn't breathe.

Oh, haaaa. Boy is like five seconds away from panicking, here. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

Shhh, sh-sh-shhh. [Party soothes, one hand wrapped securely around Jesse's bicep, the other slipping quickly into his pocket to pull out a light. Five seconds is plenty of time for Party to get his safe-kept cigarette smoking. For the sake of speed he drops the light on the ground and leans over Jesse as he takes a deep breath of smoke.

[Lips purse as he pulls the cigarette away, and Party gets his face a dangerous few inches from the eight-legged hell in question and blows a thick lungful of smoke over it.

[The spider shrinks back, retracts--starts to wither. Party grins, sitting back easily on Jesse's stomach.] I gotcha, firecracker. No worries. [He lets go of Jesse's arm to just brush the spider away.]

[rigging]

[ The thing is, Jesse's not sure if he should swoon or not. That was pretty damn heroic, to be honest -- he could've just left the spider on Jesse and made off with the cigarettes. But he didn't. Jesse's already squirming away, trying to get away from it. It's dead, whatever, but he doesn't want to be near it. ]

Mmgnh. [ He manages. Brain not working from terror. Give him a second. ] Get -- thanks, get off. Please get off. [ Look how polite he's being. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Very polite. Party watches him shrewdly for a scant second and rises. He goes to pull the pack out, tossing it gently on Jesse's stomach.] You breathin, boy?

[rigging]

I don't like spiders. [ He mutters, after he's barrel-rolled to the side and grabbed his cigarettes. For a second, he grips at the pack tightly, and then he pulls himself up to stand. A beat, then: ] I'm fine. [ And he's going to pull half the cigarettes out of the pack and hold out his hand. Here. Take them before he changes his mind. >:| ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[No question about his taking them, jesus. Safe in his breast pocket they go. Party smirks around the one burning between his lips.] Don't like spiders. Okay. Good to know.

Didn't get that, see.

[rigging]

... Shaddup. [ Jesse growls, shoving his hands in his pockets. ] You find anything else good?

[gloryisbullshit]

Not yet. If I'da known it was a contact sport, though, I woulda worn my shoulder pads, right? You trust this shit?

[rigging]

No. [ Well, not yet, anyway. He shrugs. ] I don't, but I need cigarettes, so I ain't asking too many questions. If they wanted t'kill us they wouldn't be keeping us here with fuckin' bears in the woods.