The Neinhaus

[devilstongue]

● WHO: The Mighty Nein & Vox Machina (V9) + Friends
● WHAT: House Catch-All 2021
● WHEN: Comment Headers
● WHERE: The Neinhaus + Voxhaus + Wizardhaus
● WARNINGS: Comment Headers



CATCH-ALLS

Neinhaus
🔥 Caleb 🔥
🌊 Fjord 🌊
🌙 Mollymauk 🌙
🍄 Caduceus 🍄
🤜🏽 Beauregard 🤛🏽
🧁 Jester 🧁
🏹 Veth 🏹

Wizardhaus
✨ Essek ✨
💎 Gilmore 💎
🔪 Vax'ildan 🔪

Voxhaus
🔫 Percy 🔫
🎇 Pike 🎇
🌳 Keyleth 🌳
🐻 Vex'ahlia 🐻



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Mollymauk Tealeaf / Chaos Tiefling

[devilstongue]

[ Mollymauk is somehow fashionably late to his own house party, slinking into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face. He puts Fjord's Bag of Holding on the counter and starts digging out stuff - two wine bottles, a bag of something called 'chips' that he found at the convenience store (they're shaped like dicks, but who cares). Then he starts digging out bunches of grapes - the saving grace for him and Fjord during the first month here.

He carries it all out into the garden with a grin, holding his tray in a very reminiscent way of his announcement as a god a long time ago.

Setting it down, he goes to give Fjord a passionate kiss, a kiss on the cheek for Caleb, a kiss on the head for Veth, a bump on Beau's, Cad's and Vax's shoulder... and swats Essek's ass for good measure. ]

Let's party!

[ The rest of the time, you an find one tiefling getting drunk and chatting with people (especially those that he hasn't seen before and might have slunk in), trying (in vain) to change the major image sign to 'WELCOME HERE VETH' or just chilling on a seat while watching his loved ones and the partygoers have fun. ]

[semicharmed]

[ Oh ...

Oh.

Matt's realized quickly that a lot of people on this island (dimension? planet?) have different sorts of morphologies than he's used to. And he's determined not to be a gawking interdimensional bumpkin, but ...

This guy is really pretty. Like a work of art, or a spell configuration inked in graceful lines. Rimbaud must have something for this. Is he staring?

Matt sidles towards the counter in an attempt to seem like maybe he just really loves grapes. ]

Ah. Hi. [ A tiny smile. ] Nice ink.

[ Matt has a few tattoos himself, though none are visible under his band tee. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly, having been sucked into the world of crop tops and never leaving again, is wearing a white cropped t-shirt and his usual leggings, both tattoo sleeves on display and way too many shiny things in his horns and on his fingers.

He's taking a sip of his wine when someone approaches, and he doesn't recognize the voice. That makes him smirk a little, because of course they were making enough happy sounds to draw in people from the street.

Looking at Matt with those red eyes, the smile widens a bit and he gestures with his glass at the human. ]

Hi. Nice face.

[semicharmed]

[ Matt's startled into a laugh, and a bit of red in his cheeks. He does also take the opportunity to give Molly a second, less self-conscious look, taking in the sleeve designs and the gleam of metal at his horns.

Rings on your fingers and bells on your toes ... ]

Thank you. [ Matt scrubs a hand to his cheek--the left one, which has a faint hairline scar--in an absent gesture. He grins. ] Can I say "nice face" back? It's not original, but it is accurate.

[devilstongue]

I am always happy to receive compliments, no matter their origin. After all, it was witty.

[ The tiefling grins at the man, baring fangs but not acting in any way hostile while doing so. They're just there, he can't help that. ]

Are you having a good time? As one of the hosts here, that's quite important to me.

[ Have a very flashy bow, Matt. Molly might now have his coat on, but there's definitely flair in what he's doing, anyway. ]

Mollymauk Tealeaf, at your service.

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ Beau snorts as Molly makes his decree, trying to be derisive towards the general... Molly-ness of it but of course finding it difficult. It's not so much that she doesn't want to celebrate Veth's arrival as it is she has to be unpleasant towards him at least once a day or she'll lose the nickname, surely.

Later on, when she's good and tipsy but not drunk, she collapses down beside Molly while he's chilling. ]

Not a bad party.

[ She offers him her cup, still half full of alcohol. But if he does for it, she's pulling it back before he can grab it. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Of course he reaches for it - and of course she pulls it away. It was just part of the game, and so is the slip of that forked tongue that he sticks out to her. Sometimes you have to act your age, and all that. ]

It's quite decent, isn't it? It's been a while since we all gathered like this.

[ They may live in the same house(s), but they all kept different schedules. ]

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ Beau snorts softly and lightly shoves her hand in Molly's face, pushing it away before letting go and letting him back into the space. ]

Yeah, guess you gotta celebrate the small victories, too. [ She pauses to take a drink, then frowns. ]

Though, is this even a victory, I guess? Something to celebrate. Yeah, we get Veth back but look at what the fuck she's been dragged into.

[devilstongue]

[ He licks her hand when she does that, because of course. ]

I agree with you there. I'm happy to see her, especially when she's apparently in her true form, but I'm not into the fact that she's trapped here. 'Welcome Home' isn't exactly what I'd say.

[ Molly might be happy for any reason to have a party and he's having a great time, but he's also concerned what it means for her, just like he was a bit worried what it meant for Caduceus. ]

[gloriouslygood]

Not going well, is it?

[ Shaun sips his wine somewhat hiding his grin. He's watched the tiefling for awhile trying to change the magical sign. He's had terrible luck with it and is clearly no wizard or sorcerer but Shaun has to admire his persistence.

And the lovely shade of lavender his skin is. Shaun's never seen such a tiefling before. It's hard not to look and admire. Shaun loves purple. ]

Would you like a little help?

[devilstongue]

[ His last attempt was swatting the sign with a branch, but he's a bit too tipsy to manage that dex roll, and it wasn't like he could do anything against a spell, anyway. It just rubbed him the wrong way to have it say 'home' when this was as far from it as he could imagine.

The voice has Molly turning around, surprised to see that it's the guy Vax brought in. He seemed like and interesting fellow, so the tiefling tosses away his branch and gives Shaun a grin. ]

I always appreciate some help.

[gloriouslygood]

[ Occasionally, in the right mood, Shaun could be convinced to be a little naughty with his magic. He rolls his hand and sparks of magic drip off his fingers. ]

What do you want it to say?

[ He'll have to slip his magic alongside whatever spell this is, and there are a few it could be, to change it but really it shouldn't be hard. ]

Within reason, mind you. I don't want to be a complete bastard. Just a slight one.

[devilstongue]

Just... 'here'. Not home. This isn't home.

[ For all the luck in the world that he had when coming here instead of dying terribly, he hates the fact that his friends are getting stuck in this place. No matter how happy he is to see them. ]

You're another spellcaster, then?

[thelyss]

Having not seen Molly approach, the slap is extra startling. He reaches for Molly's wrist as he whirls around, brow furrowing and eyes flashing in irritation.

"Don't do that again."

[devilstongue]

He did not expect the grab - maybe a curse, a groan, but not that. It seems he forgot that Essek isn't used to his shenanigans, and that he didn't know the elf's limits.

"My bad, I seem to have misjudged our level of companionship."

Because, of course, he has to needle a little bit.

[thelyss]

Just about everyone finds themselves running afoul of Essek's limits at some point in their own ways. He holds Molly's gaze, expression mostly unchanged but for a subtle flicker that turns into a slow blink as he releases the tiefling's wrist. His expression evens a little more as he relaxes, arms crossing lightly.

"Perhaps. But the number of people who could get away with that is...small."

[oomfies]

[ Lottie has definitely slunk in, but so far has managed few conversations between trying to wallflower behind foliage and deciding if she should dip or just stay for the snacks. Ultimately, she doesn't particularly feel too bad about staying, even if it's awkward as hell - she recognizes some faces, and vaguely (embarrassingly enough) some behinds.

Which she currently spies now, one that makes her brows screw up because this looks familiar. Not enough to jog her memory completely, but it's enough of a reason for her to approach. She's nursing a drink (just water) when she saunters up, eyeing him as he tries to fix the mystical welcome banner. ]

..Did someone misspell a name?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly is a little tipsy and is tossing pebbles at the sign, but nobody can ignore a lady with green hair. He turns to her and gives her a smile and a slight shrug, gesturing to the sign. ]

No, I just... this isn't home, you know?

[ He could just talk to Caleb about it, but nobody said the tiefling was very smart, especially not after a couple of glasses. ]

[oomfies]

[ Oh, yikes. Lottie reels back a little at that, eyes shifting from him back to the sign one more time to actually read it (but, you know, with feeling). She can't even say anything because her mindset is of the same, she's just a bit surprised since the sparkly sign has been up for a while.

After a moment of swishing her drink around in her glass, like all the fancy people do, Lottie asks, ]

What would you call it then?

[halforc]

[ Two arms snake around Molly to seize and hold him tight, lifting him off the ground for a moment before setting him back down. Fjord's chin appears over his shoulder a moment later, grinning, and one of the hands has a beer bottle in it if that wasn't immediately obvious. He smells a lot like the meat from the feast, a little bit of something in his beard; pigging out has never been so much fun.

Warm and happily stuffed with good food, he leans on his toasty boyfriend, enjoying the sway all his former drinks give him. ]

Helloooo ...

[ Buttery lips smooch their way across a neck. Mwah. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly leans back against that wide chest as he recognizes those arms, making a small 'eep' sound when he's briefly lifted and the breaking into a chuckle once he's down again. It looks like Fjord was having a really good time.

There's a content sigh from the tiefling as those lips wander over his neck, and he hugs those nice arms against his chest. ]

Hello, love. You're definitely enjoying yourself.

[halforc]

I had meat! And ale. Real ale ...

[ A tipsy Fjord is a handsy Fjord, chasing that crop top to paw up his boyfriend's chest. His lips smear across Molly's shoulder, tusks raking pink lines on lavender. ]

And now I need a sweet dessert.

[vegalthon]

[Oran's not going to show up on the door of the Mighty Nein empty-handed. He's literally brought most of the wine from their rack boxed up on a floating disc behind him, a curmudgeon of a human at his side, and a will to lose himself in some socializing.

He's been terrifically lonely lately and he has aims to solve that.

When he sees Molly, late himself, he dramatically reveals his load of light booze.]

I heard you have a new addition? Can I make an offering?

[devilstongue]

Oran! Welcome!

[ Molly rushes over to meet the other tiefling, grinning wide and definitely a few drinks in. At the sight of the load of booze, that grin grows even wider and he's quickly ushering both Oran and disc towards the garden. ]

You're going to love her, she's the halfling lady. Just watch your pockets, she's a sneaky one.

[vegalthon]

"My pockets?" Oran pulls his long, robe-like vest a little tighter. He's brought maybe one or two presents and the idea of having his surprise ruined...

Well, there are worse things. He dials up his worry, patting his down and then looking satisfied with himself. Whacking Molly's calf with his tail, he looks around their little abode with deep satisfaction and a little bit of envy.

"You've been working hard, haven't you? This place looks properly homey."