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[go shawty, it's your birthday]
May. 27th, 2024 10:51 amWHO: Gilgamesh, Sampo, and you?
WHERE: WakaWake Zabuun waterpark
WHEN: last weekend of the month of May
WHAT: sometimes you're like two months late to your not-boyfriend's birthday celebration but it's fine, it's fine, you can throw a rager with the best of them.
WARNINGS: none come to mind
It really is a water-based paradise designed by and for a king.
Gilgamesh has always been about the maximums of pleasure, and that reflects through any version of him--like the ugliest mirror in the Ikea. He has an impeccable aesthetic when he's not dressing himself, at least. There are waterslides, a lazy river, multiple big pools with temperature regulated water, and food and entertainment (fire jugglers, people on stilts, a DJ who keeps oscillating between good music and whatever nonsense makes the ghost in Sampo's brain happiest, and at least one guy running the inner tube and beach paraphernalia booth) as far as the eye can see. Gilgamesh shut the park down to outside visitors, and if you sent him a message even in handwave land, he sent you as many passes you as requested--because it's what Sam wanted, so he didn't interrogate the text too deeply.
There's enough food to feed an exhausted LARP committee and then some, novelty drinks at varying levels of slushed and alcoholic depending on your age, there's music, entertainers, and plenty of politely baffled college-age park employees manning the rides and games as if it were a normal full day of work and not the easiest time and a half shift they've ever done for their eccentric weirdo of a boss.
Sampo got his cupcake table and a big, gaudy Russian Roulette of a cake--there's no set flavor, as if Gilgamesh said 'iunno' and had the bakery make everything they could in whatever combination they wanted because any chance to gamble is a good one.
I. HOSTING DUTIES
[ on one hand Gilgamesh seems like the kind of rich person who'd throw money at something to get it done--and this is not a wrong assumption. he does do that. it's a whole thing.
on the other hand, if you want something done right and it means anything to you, do it yourself.
Gil's all over the place puttin' work in; that obnoxious gold phone is out and he is putting that whole 'magical ghost' thing to good work as he's at the games counter and then the barbecue booth in between one blink of the eye and then the next. if you've got a problem or just want to annoy him because he's in a giving mood, yo, he'll solve it. ]
Is there something you require?
II. LIKE A BIRD IN THE SEA
[ there's a very strong argument to be made about whether or not Gilgamesh can swim. he's probably owned a pool at multiple points of his life, though whether he'd ever lower himself to doing more than lounging with a drink in his hand is a dissertation for another day.
right now, he's Schroedinger's desert man in the lazy river, sunglasses on and a margarita in hand as he floats along to the distant thud of Sampo's music selections, legs crossed and looking for all the world like he's not just chillin' in a big white, red, and yellow tube with his golden swim trunks on. ]
III. THE GREAT GATSBY
[ what's one to do when they're misanthropic by nature but extroverted by nurture?
find a place to decompress, that's what.
at various points through the weekend Gilgamesh will retreat to one of the higher, quieter viewing areas so that he can watch the party go, phone on the railing and a drink in hand as he stares out over everything that's going on like he's a wistful, newly made millionaire staring at a mysterious light in the distance (and if some people pray hard enough, maybe he'll end up face down in a pool).
for right now, though, he's a favorite of the divine and he's just gonna watch everybody from his perch--a king alone, as the gods intended--and so he speaks without turning to look at first. ]
Party's the other way. Bathroom's downstairs on the right.
IV. A TOAST TO YOU (private to Sampo)
Have you had fun?
[ it's a private moment, during the wind down--the lights are half-off, the music is a distant specter, and Gilgamesh is in khaki shorts and an unbuttoned white shirt with two flutes of champagne in hand. he's hoping the low light makes him inscrutable, helps him hide--he's put on too much of a show of how much he cares with this little display as it is. any more pushing and who's to say how sensible he'll be if he's forced to be too honest about himself. ]
WHERE: WakaWake Zabuun waterpark
WHEN: last weekend of the month of May
WHAT: sometimes you're like two months late to your not-boyfriend's birthday celebration but it's fine, it's fine, you can throw a rager with the best of them.
WARNINGS: none come to mind
WE'LL PARTY LIKE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY - the Waterpark and amenities
It really is a water-based paradise designed by and for a king.
Gilgamesh has always been about the maximums of pleasure, and that reflects through any version of him--like the ugliest mirror in the Ikea. He has an impeccable aesthetic when he's not dressing himself, at least. There are waterslides, a lazy river, multiple big pools with temperature regulated water, and food and entertainment (fire jugglers, people on stilts, a DJ who keeps oscillating between good music and whatever nonsense makes the ghost in Sampo's brain happiest, and at least one guy running the inner tube and beach paraphernalia booth) as far as the eye can see. Gilgamesh shut the park down to outside visitors, and if you sent him a message even in handwave land, he sent you as many passes you as requested--because it's what Sam wanted, so he didn't interrogate the text too deeply.
There's enough food to feed an exhausted LARP committee and then some, novelty drinks at varying levels of slushed and alcoholic depending on your age, there's music, entertainers, and plenty of politely baffled college-age park employees manning the rides and games as if it were a normal full day of work and not the easiest time and a half shift they've ever done for their eccentric weirdo of a boss.
Sampo got his cupcake table and a big, gaudy Russian Roulette of a cake--there's no set flavor, as if Gilgamesh said 'iunno' and had the bakery make everything they could in whatever combination they wanted because any chance to gamble is a good one.
ON THE SUBJECT OF KINGS - Gilgamesh himself
I. HOSTING DUTIES
[ on one hand Gilgamesh seems like the kind of rich person who'd throw money at something to get it done--and this is not a wrong assumption. he does do that. it's a whole thing.
on the other hand, if you want something done right and it means anything to you, do it yourself.
Gil's all over the place puttin' work in; that obnoxious gold phone is out and he is putting that whole 'magical ghost' thing to good work as he's at the games counter and then the barbecue booth in between one blink of the eye and then the next. if you've got a problem or just want to annoy him because he's in a giving mood, yo, he'll solve it. ]
Is there something you require?
II. LIKE A BIRD IN THE SEA
[ there's a very strong argument to be made about whether or not Gilgamesh can swim. he's probably owned a pool at multiple points of his life, though whether he'd ever lower himself to doing more than lounging with a drink in his hand is a dissertation for another day.
right now, he's Schroedinger's desert man in the lazy river, sunglasses on and a margarita in hand as he floats along to the distant thud of Sampo's music selections, legs crossed and looking for all the world like he's not just chillin' in a big white, red, and yellow tube with his golden swim trunks on. ]
III. THE GREAT GATSBY
[ what's one to do when they're misanthropic by nature but extroverted by nurture?
find a place to decompress, that's what.
at various points through the weekend Gilgamesh will retreat to one of the higher, quieter viewing areas so that he can watch the party go, phone on the railing and a drink in hand as he stares out over everything that's going on like he's a wistful, newly made millionaire staring at a mysterious light in the distance (and if some people pray hard enough, maybe he'll end up face down in a pool).
for right now, though, he's a favorite of the divine and he's just gonna watch everybody from his perch--a king alone, as the gods intended--and so he speaks without turning to look at first. ]
Party's the other way. Bathroom's downstairs on the right.
IV. A TOAST TO YOU (private to Sampo)
Have you had fun?
[ it's a private moment, during the wind down--the lights are half-off, the music is a distant specter, and Gilgamesh is in khaki shorts and an unbuttoned white shirt with two flutes of champagne in hand. he's hoping the low light makes him inscrutable, helps him hide--he's put on too much of a show of how much he cares with this little display as it is. any more pushing and who's to say how sensible he'll be if he's forced to be too honest about himself. ]
