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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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[The prized handshake... Junpei sticks his spoon into his own ice cream bowl as well to shake Yesod's hand, then lets go to sort of gesture side to side. Ehhh.]

Yes and no? You remember putting in a user name on the phone, right? Mine's just "junpei," so you can get ahold of me pretty easily.

[Although, since he had to ask--] Did you, uh, put your name in the phone, too?

No, no, I'm the one who should be sorry. The unexpected kindness for a complete stranger caught me off-guard.

[ She does feel guilty for the reaction. Especially when this obviously well-meaning girl starts to look even more sheepish. Without applying pressure either way she scoots over in the bean bag in case the blonde thinks for herself to take a precarious break from standing on the other half.

Belated as it is Lenore offers a smile instead. Although it quickly morphs into a half-hearted smirk following the boy trouble suggestion. ]

A broken heart from a boy is not terribly likely. Not unless that boy was a friend whose well-being I was concerned about... Which... is exactly part of the problem I suppose.

Mantis just shakes her head. No, no she doesn't. She did say that, right? She makes her way toward the woman, slipping easily through a group people walking past.

"Oh, yes. That makes sense. So Rome is a place, yes?"

[ Truly a disturbing notion but it's not at a level of disturbing that exceeds what she's used to too much. It's just a different flavor of macabre really. ]

That is peculiar. [ Starting off strong with that dry understatement. ] Well, it's also considered degenerate, surely. While I'm not what you can consider squeamish—I can't say I'll approve of the preparation methods if I hear what those are.

[ His brow goes up at the mention of chocobo. He hasn't seen any... birds here, but he's curious if the chocobo he's thinking about versus what Reno's mentioning are the same thing. ]

I suppose I do sleep later than most people. [ JOSHUA GO TO BED ] Is that an acceptable answer?

[ Though, yes. It is obvious he does not consider it to be a bad thing. Why would it be bad when you can be so productive instead of resting? ]

I think I'd like to find out.

[that's the most coherent thought he can manage about it, right now, but it sums his thoughts up better than he realizes. it's the root of it all: the possibility to find out, to see what there is in this place and if there's any enjoyment to be found in life here. if it's possible to just...

to just live, really. to experience that, separated from the reality of their own lives back in the city.]

[ Midnight laughs. Oh, that's a good one. It's usually angry boyfriends leveling that one at him. ]

Right now? I like you because you're not pretending. I like it when people tell me the truth. It's much simpler than trying to navigate around someone very kind but too afraid to tell me how they feel or what they think. Not much more complicated than that, I think.

[ HELP... But in the interest of conducting what tests they can, he can act as a fellow animal lover dreaming of a zoo. Moreover, this city is very empty — it's unlikely that anything would suddenly materialize "out and about"... ]

I will outline the zoo's requested features as you envision them.

[ The mandatory orientation survey on the train... Yesod reaches into his coat, producing his phone from within it. ]

No. I entered "Y" in the display name field at the time. However, I am not opposed to changing it now.

[ Concealing what has become his name isn't necessary. ]

[ Harley laughs and Nebula frowns not finding anything funny. At least that much isn't unusual. At least she also knows the unarmed gesture well enough - it's truly universal and used by Peter on her at least once a day. Seeing it doesn't relax her any. Not when Harley continues on. ]

I'm not. Lonely.

[ She takes careful time to say the last word - it's not exactly said with acid but it's said pointed enough that she doesn't want to hear it again. She's never been lonely before (she has, she just doesn't know or want to figure that much out). But she couldn't be lonely in this crowd of people. ]

[ Her head tilts as the other woman practically materializes another drink and she half glances between her and it before taking it wordlessly. At least she doesn't yank it! But she does pause before taking a drink of it, ]

Who are you?

Nebula folds her arms. For a moment her brows furrow like she's daring the other woman to make a comment - for as many people have looked at her in such a way since arriving in this stupid city, there's actually not been many. So when the other woman doesn't the brows smooth and so does her expression.

"They want us to play house," Nebula mildly answers and for a moment there's teeth - almost a smile, "too bad the house I grew up in was full of bombs and weapons." So she doesn't know how to play house the way they want, clearly.

... I will think about it, but thank you.

[ Is she doing mental math about the likelihood of someone poisoning all these people? Probably she has at some point tonight, but by now she thinks that whoever's done such a thing hadn't done it right if they did. ]

No.

Being friends wasn't a requirement for entry. Are you?

[ Nebula doesn't smile, but she doesn't frown more, which really is a success in itself. She's not heard anyone say 'all slap' before so her brows furrow briefly, but she guesses it means good and gives a slight nod. ]

[ The follow-up earns a slight cocking of her head before she answers: ]

Not exactly like this. But there's all kinds of meat in the galaxies.

[ It'd be weird if they were all cooked and ate just the same, probably. Or maybe it wouldn't. ]

Oh, from here, they might clap delightedly.

[ They seem that sort anyway. The woman was overly excited and enthusiastic, a trait of too many people she's met around here. What is it about this place that attracts that kind of personality? ]

But a fire big enough to take down a building could be just what we need.

No, but I don't eat much.

[ Rather it's true or not is really uncertain, but enough of her body is replaced it's probably partly true. Either way, she doesn't seem to want to budge on the matter. (Yet, it'll feel rude later).]

[ She turns her attention half to the party and then back to the woman. ]

[ Thinks a moment. ]

... A party is a good way to meet people.

[ Said in a certain amount of off-handness with half a shrug. She wouldn't call it friends she's looking for - as much as Peter would probably act like a giddy child at the idea - but there may be more Guardians here... But that means whatever's bringing them is adding more. And Knowhere is losing its protectors. ]

Is that a problem?

What do you think?

[ She turns the question back to him, voice low as she steps forward - attention on the house rather than the man: ]

This what they do at parties where you're from?

[ So there was some kind of meeting before - one she conveniently missed being new - but she shakes her head: ]

If we wish to find a way out of here, some sort of... unity is needed. [ It's a moment of thought, weighing it, because the next word is the most valuable resource in the universe and the easiest broken/lost:]

... trust.

There are those who find it in battle. Those who get it getting to know each other.

[ By drinking. She has to admit this much. Eating with the Avengers while planning assaults probably helped a lot. ]

Indeed.

And tomorrow they could all die for it.

[ She says it plainly, without missing a beat. And adds, just as easily: ]

Let them have their fun for a day.

[ Nebula gives the tiniest tilt of her head and quirks a brow. Then she shrugs with one shoulder. as if to say 'who else?' She's not near enough someone else to inquire at the current moment, but that's just as well. ]

Can learn a lot from anywhere.

[ Said in quick rapport, turning her attention back to the other guests. He's not wrong, though. It's easy to see how many let their guard down in a party like this - either by drinking or relaxing around strangers. ]

So what have you learned?

Well, you're reacting as though these aren't commonplace things for you, so I feel justified in giving you that which you lack.

[ Easy come, easy go, though. Midnight clearly believes in what he just said, but he's not too concerned about his gifts going unappreciated. He has too many to share. ]

Did you come here with someone? One usually doesn't come to a party for the loneliness, as far as I'm aware.

Yes... The notion seems worthwhile.

[ He leaves it at that. There is no need to discuss it at length and in depth, least of all while Netzach isn't fully capable of it. That would defeat the purpose of accepting relief and enjoyment as permissible, besides. ]

Yes. Yes! Precisely that. A haven of drinks, music, conversation, staffed by those dedicated to the art of a good time.

[ Midnight nods on Netzach's shoulder. He picked up the exact idea quickly. ]

Would you be interested in trying your hand at hosting? If you've a knack for keeping others entertained, it's a lovely way to spend an evening.

I don't know about that... I'm not very good at entertaining people, man, usually I just bring the alcohol.

[this is his function, providing drinks for the library.]

[ While the stranger's observation is accurate, Yesod chooses not to waste his time pointing out that he isn't in need of someone rescuing him from his perceived loneliness, particularly in this manner. Instead, turning away slightly to cast a look around the rooftop, he debates whether to answer at all.

Making conversation, at least, may still have its merits. ]

...Several of my colleagues are here. I could ask you the same question, however.

[ She is... a lot, but hey so is he tbh lmfao. Wrench crosses his arm, takes a bit of a lean to one side (damn knee), and listens. He's about as expressive with her in body language at least. ] Oh, yeah the bounce castle! Haha, what you don't think people can handle a rooftop bounce? [ you know, honestly that was a lot of sense because Wrench probably would have done it.... ALAS!! Another time. ]

Good hobby to have, bringing people together. Uh, though what's a fixer?

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