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

[icanfixer]

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

Comments

[alloriginalheavenlypillar]

Binghe's expression twists a little when Shen Yuan calls him a protagonist, a romantic figure, implies the world he lived in wasn't real. There were plenty of women and men who didn't fall helplessly in love with him. And does Shen Yuan think that even among his wives, any of them actually wanted to be with him for anything other than wealth, power, status, security or simply being wed to a man who wouldn't beat them bloody?

He's about to protest, to explain the realities of the harem, but hearing Shen Yuan call it a dirty trick silences him. It does a lot more to discourage Binghe's original plans of stealing his laoshi's clothes while he was in the shower as a little Qixi prank than the lecture about putting himself in other's shoes.

Still, he listens, rapt and attentive, ever the good pupil even now as some dreaded black lotus.

"I suppose I would have been angry with her," he admits. Even with how distant he and Yingying had become, he couldn't bring himself to resent her naivete. He had once thought that innocence worth preserving, and yet, that other one...

"Ning-shijie, in your world... she would never pull a prank like that. She was... different. Stronger."

More stern. And in many ways, kinder.

[100more]

[ Hob has floated around the party a little, but hasn't engaged in too much. It's mostly a good chance to get a look at any new faces. There are so many now, it's probably impossible for him to keep track of them all.

The party games aren't really his style. At least, he's not comfortable enough to play spin the bottle with the other stranges for now. What is comfortable, is a familiar face, so he makes his way over to where Dream is existing on the outskirts of things. ]

Hello, old stranger. How are you getting on?

i.

[100more]

[ Hob hasn't mingled much, but he appreciates all the effort that went into this. There was a mysterious mixer the first month when he arrived. It must be daunting for new arrivals to appear and not know anyone, so he's glad someone thought to organize this opportunity.

A breather is sought for now, and he gravitates to a quiet spot for the view, where he spots another. ]

Quite the turnout, eh? Though these things can be a bit overwhelming, at times.

[ So he understands if she's trying to get some alone time and if she doesn't seem to want the company, he'll leave her be. ]

[nomoresharks]

Ah.

[He stares, mind momentarily going blank as he attempts to process what she's just said.]

I'm... not sure I follow.

[nomoresharks]

My thanks. I may see to doing the same for some of the others, depending on how long the charm lasts.

[He lowers his hand and brushes both hands off.]

I don't suppose it's something you're familiar with?

[wrenchedup]

[ robogirl. aaaa. his dreams. hearteyes? hearteyes. they're happening. cause like, if his everything he is doesn't say it enough, maybe this does. he likes robots. ] dude, COOL. idk if you're full of shit about the robot girl but i'm choosing to believe it anyway.

[nomoresharks]

Only "interesting?" In the good or bad sense?

[If it's the former, he can't complain (much). But the latter? No. That won't do at all.]

You should try some of the food as well while you're here. [a pause] Except for the bread. I don't recommend the bread.

[nomoresharks]

That they are. At the end, they dissipate their essence and their souls to be taken to the Underworld.

[there is nothing strange about this whatsoever]

[worldexecute]

This is certainly different than what she's used to; she usually reads stories like this, not hears them spoken aloud, and she sips at the tea she's been offered politely as she listens. It's very much a fairy-tale, and a... passably romantic one at that, she supposes. She wouldn't really know anything about romance. She's dealt with two men who lost the loves of their lives and coped poorly about it, and she's dealt with Tomerry—and the less said about Tomerry, the better.

"Thank you for the story," she says when it's done, setting her tea down. "It was interesting. I've never heard anything like that where I'm from."

[nomoresharks]

Not quite as such. The chance to mingle with others and hear perspectives not one's own was there, of course, but I've only encountered a few that were this... "whimsical," I think the best term would be. And the majority of those were for the youth.

[The corners of his lips curl up around the glass as he takes a drink, eyes glittering with mischief]

Of course, that's not to say no entertainment could be found in the more formal parties. While it's rude to bring up what one's peers may do or say while inebriated, 'tis far less so to remember such things for them.

[xiaoxiuya]

"Mm, I was surprised too," Shen Yuan agrees. Unbeknowest to him, his hand stayed on the back of Luo Binghe's wrist, bared to the open air in his modern t-shirt...Shen Yuan pets him gently, like a villain with his cat, while he recalls just how Ning Yingying had grown up...how it had scared about fifty years off his immortal life the first time she hugged him and he realized she'd grown tits, when did that happen...

Out loud, he says, "If you'd told me eight years ago -- even five years ago, honestly -- how capable she and Ming Fan would turn out to be, I'd never have believed you. I don't even know how it happened, I came home from a trip one day and...there they were."

He'd been so upset while Binghe was gone, he could acknowledge that now that the pain was a little less raw, a little more distant. But the rest of the world had just...kept going. In all kinds of ways he didn't expect.

"Does Binghe miss her?" he asks, and gives the protagonist's hand a gentle squeeze. "It's alright if he does, I won't be upset..." He didn't know why he'd be upset about such a thing in the first place, but Binghe got kind of weird sometimes when they discussed his wives...ex-wives, technically, if he stuck with his retirement plan.

[immortalpoet]

....Hm.

[A.....very very very slight little smirk.]

You're a rather troublesome sort, aren't you? Remind me never to invite you if I get drunk.

[immortalpoet]

The truth, huh.

[He seems to consider that for a moment, glancing out to the crowd. A moment of silence, before he starts to shift past Midnight to the bar.]

I'm going to get a drink.

[Oh, seems like there's progress? He isn't telling Midnight not to join him, at least?]

[burstmodes]

[ despite being all over the place most of the time, prompto can adapt. he'll try his best not to complain about it, but there are some things that even he needs to vent about. ]

Insomnia? Uh, it's home. Or was home, I guess. [ his face goes through an entire journey before he settles on shrugging. ] It's not there anymore. Long story. [ but it's not actually that long if he sums it up as a casualty of war, though he'll just keep that to himself for now. he's much more interested in what reno is talking about. ] Can't say I've ever heard of either place.

[ his geography skills aren't all that great, but he's certain there isn't a midgar (or midgar edge) anywhere on eos. ]

Mine's Eos. That's what everyone calls the world anyway. I could list some countries if you think that'd help, but maybe our money's the only thing we've got in common. [ and chocobos. ] Midgar Edge sounds pretty rad though.

DAD BAG

[firstwaters]

[ An uninformed observer might describe the backpack as 'Thancred's bag'. Not Ryne. To Ryne, it is the bag, as much hers as it is anyone else's* and there is no reason at all for her to refrain from rooting around in it.

Or, as is currently the case, to dig through it until she's half-consumed by the thing. ]

Thancred, [ And she emerges from the bag, looking mildly put-out. ] I put my notebook in here, didn't I? Did I take it out and forget?

[ *'anyone else' describing herself, thancred and y'shtola. ]

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Sometimes you see things out of the corner of your eye that aren't there. A gust of wind makes the leaves look like an animal; a shadow looks like a person. Constantine is perfectly aware of this. She's been called to more than one job where the ghost in the house was nothing but a draft. (And she's charged her full rate to yell some fake Aramaic and make dramatic hand gestures and declare the place cleansed.)

So she skips over the shadow at the edge of the crowd for a second, dismissing it at pareidolia -- then glances back in surprise. That's no shadow, that's--

And then she's striding through the crowd up to him, clear annoyance on her face. ]

All right, what the hell is going on?

[hypnagothic]

Hob.

[ he gives him a shallow nod as he approaches. ]

I thought these lively festivities might be an opportunity to become familiar with the others also residing here.

[hypnagothic]

[ he is undeterred by the annoyance clearly directed at him. ]

Constantine. It appears to be a social occasion.

[100more]

[ Hob glances around at the party and its proximity from Dream's chosen location. ]

And... you're doing that from way over here?

[hypnagothic]

[ he also glances outward, as if to see what Hob is looking for. ]

You believe there to be a better vantage point?

[100more]

[ He can't hide the amusement in his eyes. ]

In my experience, it's easier to become familiar with others if you approach them and say hello.

[ There has to be someone at the party Dream might be willing to talk to. ]

[coolerjunpei]

You never know what can happen with a big wheel.

[He holds his hands up as he says this to gesture in a... big wheel pantomime. You never know!]

It's been years, but yeah, I've been on one. When your seat thing stops at the top and it starts swinging? That's some formative nightmare type of stuff.

[coolerjunpei]

[Okay, well, point of order:]

Uh, wouldn't that make it a bookstore? Not a very profitable bookstore by the sounds of things, though...

["Why is it even called a Library?" joins Junpei's list of City questions right after "What is UP with the bird theme??"]

[coolerjunpei]

[Just a Y... that's big, honestly.]

It doesn't have to be your name. Most people put something else, just in case.

[Unlike, say, himself, but he's had weeks to mull over his silly decision to put his real name as the display, so,] I'd have changed mine, but everyone already knew it, and it would've been a hassle to tell each person it changed...

Anyway, you're new, so you might as well make it whatever you want. [a glance. a beat. go for broke,] How about "PurpleGuy"?

[hypnagothic]

[ there is; he is talking to you, Hob Gadling.

he looks back to Hob, faintly incredulous. ]

You speak of interacting with them.