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[MINGLE, ESPECIALLY TO NEWCOMERS] ROOFTOP FESTIVITIES!!!

WHO: All!
WHAT: Rooftop festivities!
WHERE: On a rooftop of an office building in the second open district!
WHEN: 8/14, evening!
WARNINGS: alcohol, tba as it goes

Banner displayed inside the train station, outside city hall, and on the most used residence buildings.

Follow the arrows.
So you're unaware. Maybe new. Or maybe you just didn't care the first time you saw it. That's fine. Between the banners hanging around key areas, and the flyers quickly drawn up in a similar fashion scattered across the city, it's hard not to know something is going on -- and there's helpful arrows, chalked on building walls and the streets the day of the party, to let people know where to go.

The Rooftop

A splendid scene awaits those who travel heavensward. Fairy lights connect the corners of the roof access building to metal poles at the corners of the building itself, lifted by cylindrical supports where needed, each one held straight by pots filled with well-packed dirty and stone. There's multicolored stars hanging from some of the lights, while various painted flowers hang on others, and what greets the ears first is some royalty free party music played from a CD player off the the side.

There's a long folded out table in the center for those who'd like to share cuisine, just set and serve yourself! Nearby is a space for Daan to do some bartending as well, a man who can make a multitude of cocktails and mocktails for those who want something less alcoholic. Also, pints of various ice cream flavors in a cooler!

Don't worry -- they won't have any odd effects on them, Don verified the lack of them herself. Not all of them are normal. Think loaded baked potato weird.

For those who'd like a quieter space, there's beanbags and a swirly, fuzzy carpet to sit on more away from the center of the party area. This'll be a great time to play some games, such as truth or dare, spin the bottle, and... whatever else you play at parties. Get to know your fellow man and such. Play the violin.

Naturally, no party... hosted... by Don Quixote would be without a space to fight, if one wishes to show off a little! It's also taking place on a swirly fuzzy carpet, just so no one smashes their head in, and there's a neat little banner hanging down from a string of lights that says thus:

WIN THREE MATCHES AND A PRIZE AWAITS THEE!!!!!!!
- NO KILLING
- HANDS ONLY

What the prize is, no one knows. But come find Don Quixote with your battle scars and she'll grant it -- and stick around a while, 'cause this party's gonna end with a bang... that is, with homemade fireworks donated by "a friend" through Junpei.

Anyway, have fun!!! Share words about your worlds!!! The society your characters are from, the cuisine they've brought, how they're working out in the city -- help the new kids along, too. There's more vets here now than there were a few months ago, after all.

Navi: Truth or Dare - Two Truths and a Lie - Hydra Storytelling w/Junpei - Drink Up With Daan - Qixi Festivites

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[ Almost immediately this new arrival reminds her very much of Mourn. So while she might personally agree with the sentiment that all of this is a little bit silly that association pushes her opinion more into the camp of it all being harmless. ]

[ and so Lenore squares up to this glowering glowing eyed stranger (metaphorically). Arms akimbo and smirk apparent. ]

It's as you say, nonsense. Yet you've still chosen to attend haven't you?

[ the fact he looks approachable is not the reason prompto approaches him. it's because he knows him (sort of), and in this weird city, he thinks that's more of a blessing than anything else. so, in an effort to not look as if he's making an absolute beeline right to reno's side, he ducks around a few people and maybe loiters a bit to pick up a drink before ambling over to him. there's a wave and a slightly awkward smile, but it's fine. this is totally fine. ]

Hey! [ there's only a fraction of a pause before he points out, ] You know that's kinda bad for you, right?

[ the smoking he means. gross!!! ]

( oh, hythlodaeus.. what is she to do with you. the bit of loaf is in his mouth before she could even interject with a warning - not that she's about to stop anyone from enjoying it. it's healthy, and there are far worse things to put in one's mouth.

still, she does make for a curious glance to see where one particular gunbreaker might be. he has valid concerns, of course. their dealings with the ancients has ever been fraught with opposing ideals, to put lightly. but the last that walked (dubiously) by their side had saved her, even if she could not discern if she were nothing more than a convenient segue to earning some favor. then there's what tip of the iceberg they've uncovered in the events of amaurot, then meteion.

she doesn't laugh, at least? because laughing at misfortune would be rude even if they're the current subject of confused emotion. )

Better with guidance, I'm afraid. I cannot say I'm practiced enough in the subject to truly be able to show others. ( her sympathies for the violence enacted on his tastebuds though. ) And you've discovered a loaf that ought to come with warning, brought to plate by the creative minds of Sharlayan.

( for someone to actually like it... )

Wait -

( this time, she actually has some time to very gently place a dissuading hand on don's wrist before she can take another. not out of worry that she wouldn't enjoy it or anything, because clearly she does, somehow. she's not about to tell people what not to enjoy, but in this case she's only a little concerned what an overdose of it would do to a human body. most would stop after the first loaf, and goodness she's not going to let their hostess find out if her stomach might rebel later or not. )

Here. ( it's a party. have one of her rolanberries, placed delicately on the palm that would've grabbed another serving of sin in bread form. ) It might be more to taste fitting for festivities.

( she was also expecting a little more than out of the ordinary, honestly. with the haphazard mix of people and stars, she was almost certain she'd spot more than her fair share of something unfamiliar. even the moon rabbits in her corner of the universe had stranger offerings.. )

For the lack of time? ( the alternative is less kind, and she would hate for that to be the case. lack of resources, or perhaps food being more necessity than anything else. it's simply the reality for some, but it is no less a cruel fate. ) Well, the others have certainly outdone themselves, and it would be a shame to let their efforts go to waste. Have you tried any?

Something like that.

[ Clipped, perhaps too quickly. Now days, it is something more like that. They spend more time working as Guardians to think about it and Knowhere always has fresh orloni to eat. But in the past, it was something darker she'd rather not linger on. So she doesn't. ]

[ Glancing back at the table, she shakes her head: ]

... No. I did not come here to eat. [ ... ] There's enough people here who need it more.

[ sometimes kind words from someone who doesn't give them easily is worth just the same as a round of applause! Reno grins—he knows a few people to whom surprisingly coherent would mean pretty damn good, so he's happy to take that as a compliment. ]

Glad ya liked it! Definitely not the day job, though. [ although maybe being as quick on his feet as he has to be as a Turk helps with poetry? ] We gonna keep playin' or was one dare enough for you?

[ be careful with the ice cream............ ]

Unless they just want us t' think there's nothing we can do about it, so we don't do anything about it. [ but from the way Reno's eyes widen dramatically it's hopefully clear he's just being dramatic. one thing he's come to appreciate recently is that if you have this many heads working on the same problem, it's rare for that problem to go utterly unsolved in three months. ]

Yeah, kinda figured as much. It wouldn't be a very good secret party if ya hang up banners outside the train station.

[ but it's still nice—like she said, nice for the newcomers to meet some people, find some friends. make allies in this weirdo city. Reno can probably do without a roommate, but it's nice to have some familiar faces now. ]

I take it you've been here a while, then?

[ Reno had clocked the woman when she came over to lean against the railing a few feet away, but he hasn't yet thought about starting conversation. there are wallflowers who look like they're open to small talk and also wallflowers who don't, and this blue chick seems decidedly in the latter category—

but when she speaks first, Reno does glance over, his eyebrows going up as he takes another sip of his drink. he points to himself, miming who, me? ]

Eh, nothin'. Just watching. [ he gestures at the partygoers as a whole. ] Feels like you can learn a lot about people from how they act at a party.

[ Nebula folds her eyes, mouth bowing down a touch as she listens. It's humility, she supposes, but she's not to sure in its entirety. Shakes her head a touch, ]

And yet. You were the first one to do it.

[ So take that as it is? ]

Do we look that old...?

[like. she isn't wrong, exactly? that's just not quite what he anticipated.]

I'm not a Fixer though, no. I've never really been the type for that kind of work.

You wanna play? [ the fun is absolutely in getting people to draw dogs with their eyes closed, of course! c'mon, Joshua, live a little.

the fact that Joshua is clearly bewildered by the choice of party game makes Reno think immediately that the parties he's used to are considerably less... pedestrian affairs, and his words only confirm the guess. ]

I've been to one or two of those myself. [ as part of the President's security detail, that is—obviously not as a guest of honor, Reno doesn't have a refined bone in his body. it seems, however, that Joshua might. ] Honestly, I always thought they were kinda a drag... Dress codes and too much silverware.

[ if there are three forks how the F is he supposed to know what fork is used for what? c'mon. ]

It's pretty nice. Not that using the books wasn't convenient, but it's more interesting to have a variety.

[having new things to try, instead of just... deciding what they want and making it happen.]

[ and I oop— Reno resolves immediately never to get into the specifics of what exactly ShinRa Electric Power Company was working on other than electric power. ] A piece of your mind or a piece of [ Reno brings up his fists in a mock defensive posture ] a piece of your mind?

[ even though he doesn't know what Conatix Industries is, the way Kaidan says the name is so similar to how the AVALANCHE members would say ShinRa, so he thinks he can probably fill in some of the gaps. ]

Nah. There's always consequences for somebody. [ maybe not for you, depending on how stealthy you could be—and Reno could be very stealthy—but always for somebody. no free lunches in this or any other world, he figures.

Reno's grin is lopsided, a little rueful too. ] Yeah, your turn.

I've got it, I've got it-

[oh my god does he try. he manages to wriggle into place, finally, without bruising himself or yesod in the process... with that accomplished, he settles in.]

Thanks, man.

[much comfier. he really could stay here.]

You should try these. Think we can get some in the Library?

What do you think even happens to the Library without her there?

[she made it, what if it's not stable? what about their assistants, and the others?]

A false sense of security's one thing, but man, what would you even call that?

[his own tone's casual enough, in turn, just going right along with the dramatics.]

[ Reno laughs, then lifts his shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. ] Okay, ya got me there. The drink's just good. [ not for courage as much as it is just for enjoyment. but the part about getting the lay of the land remains true!

Reno follows Roland's train of thought, letting his gaze rest on the guy at the bar—same guy who'd mixed the drink Reno's holding right now. he hadn't bothered to introduce himself in the moment. ] Daan, huh. I'll have to go say hi later.

[ when he's not busy mixing drinks for what Reno thinks might be a third of the city.

his gaze moves back to Roland, thoughtful, a little searching. ] So we are thinking shit's gonna go down, eventually?

Ale's the stronger one, right?

[so: that one.]

Not that I don't also enjoy alcohol for its own sake, but I'd rather need less of it... if I'm not going for beer, though, absinthe's not bad.

[another sip of the cocktail, there, with a little hum. this really is good.]

What about you?

[ wtf is a credchip. from context clues Reno will assume some kind of currency situation—payoffs and blackmail do sometimes go hand in hand. ] Sure, that's one way of doin' it. But those are easy to fuck up.

[ money moving between accounts, documents being requisitioned... even for ShinRa, the de facto government of the world, there were situations in which it was better not to risk it. the origin story of Administrative Research: doing the jobs you don't want to leave a trail. ]

Plus, if you bribe somebody then ya gotta send someone in like, [ here he puts on his best middle management, corporate shill impression, ] "The President has considered your position thoroughly and is prepared to make an offer that we sincerely hope will encourage amicable relations between our companies," blah blah.

I mean, ya gotta put somebody's name on it so they know what the bribe's for. Sometimes it's better to send in the folks who'll get it done without leaving fingerprints, y'know?

Two months hence, just about! I was one of a large number who arrived then, the first wave as it were, becoming the sole inhabitants of this exceedingly empty city. Thou'rt the third.

[ so still early on, good job. no one she knew came in on this wave... but roland seems to have been blessed with fortune instead. good, she supposes. she misses her cohorts. but good. ]

It has not been long at all, and yet the days feel such. Perhaps it is the tedium, though there are... happenstances which occur every now and then, by not our own making.

[ unlike this!!! all her baby!!! ]

[ finally, a familiar face. to be honest Reno spots Prompto by the hair like five minutes before Prompto actually makes his way over, at which point Reno's grin widens a little. he, for one, doesn't feel awkward about it at all, not even when literally the first thing Prompto does is chide him for smoking. ]

Oh, is that so? [ Reno chuckles, takes another deep drag, and then puts the cigarette out against the railing. because he can already hear what Prompto would have to say about it if he flicked the butt over the building's edge, he tucks it back into the pack instead. ] First my noodles, now my cigs...

[ he's just teasing, though. Reno reaches his drink out to clink its rim against the edge of Prompto's. ] Welcome to the party. You settling in okay?

Gaslighting in the first degree?

[ the way I wrote "dramatic" twice in one clause I hate it here.

there is actually a little part of Reno that wonders if that's what the city is doing, though. despite the conspiracy-theory tone in which he'd mentioned it, there is a chance—isn't there? the creature comforts of the city, the absence of weapons... ]

[ no comment. netz stay beautiful, don't get the crows feet roland has. ]

I suppose thee wouldn't be, thy form is too slight and thou'rt too fond of not moving to be any use upon the field. [ bruh ] Nestborn?

[ better or worse she means it with no ill intent ]

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