[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

[icanfixer]

[ making a story is so fun. ]

Before his sparkling tawny horse-eyes 'twas a fiend whom controlled the very nemesis he sought to defeat in equal, honorable combat, and that is when the good Sir Afternoon Congressional learned the truth...

[abstractart]

[with immediate, tipsy seriousness, making an unfocused gesture along with it:]

A different class of horses ran the trains.

[coolerjunpei]

[oh he's a sir now, this horse is really moving up in the world!!]

Specifically, robot horses that all looked like him, but with rockets.

[worldexecute]

( hod would've loved this game, she's certain of it. all she has to do is add onto it, right? ... )

They all turned to face him simultaneously and spoke in monotone, their mouths unmoving—"01010111 01100101 00100111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100101 01100101 01101110 00100000 01100001 01110111 01100001 01101001 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01100001 01110010 01110010 01101001 01110110 01100001 01101100 00101100 00100000 01001101 01100001 01101110 01100001 01100111 01100101 01110010 00101110."

( yes, she said all of that. and a pause as she translates: ) "We've been awaiting your arrival, Manager."

[abstractart]

[sorry, he has nothing to add this time, just the surprised and faintly confused look of someone who just learned he can't translate binary these days. he is not drunk enough for this, but just drunk enough to be having an Experience listening to it.]

[icanfixer]

[ ........................

wow, she sure did that. insane. don has decided she likes angela. ]

What a shock! Our noble, gallant, most remarkable heroic steed has turned out to be the manager of the robotic equines before him! Nay, nay! It cannot be! He looks upon his...

[ a beat. do... horses have fur? ]

His... his mottled, salt and pepper skin, [ sure, ] only to discover his hooves beginning to fall off, the flesh peeling back to reveal the stark metallic sheen of rockets alike to their own...!!!! Lest?

[ looks at junpei ]

[coolerjunpei]

[sorry, hold on, that binary moment was a moment to finish his entire drink, give him a second-- okay.]

Ah, uh— There's no time to think, because at that very moment his rockets were exposed, the monsters began to clamber back onto the train, so he had to decide immediately if his robot ex-nemeses were friend... or foal.

[no. stupid.]

Like foe. That doesn't count as more, it's the same sentence. This doesn't count either.

[worldexecute]

( none of you should be allowed to write a book. )

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," the horse decided, and together they all ( pauses.... why... does she have to say this? it's cringey. ) began to charge their... rockets, in order to rush straight into the foes before them.


( ...... ugh ..... what a worthless tale. )

[abstractart]

[it's Your worthless tale now too, angela, you're part of this.]

But there's not a lot of room to stop rocket horses on a train, so once they rushed into the monsters, they knew they'd probably be done for.

[icanfixer]

[ yeah, enjoy the worthlessness of it. ]

This is not part of it, but I rather liked thy foal comment, Junpei! Thou hath a masterful wit.

[ ... ahem. right!!! ]

With a loud crash, bang, kaboom, the fleshy monsters exploded into a trillion fleshy bits, crying out in agony at the separation of their flesh, of the people they'd come to know as their own, but in the same breath, our rocketeers and their manager...

[coolerjunpei]

[fuck yeah thanks don!! junpei leans towards her beanbag for a crisp high five, put it here!!!!]

...Blasted through the rest of the train, into the secret compartment that Manager Horse had always wanted to get his, uh, hooves into but had never seen before.

[icanfixer]

[ holy shit she's ready for this she's been training like a whole month for exactly this sort of moment it isn't their cool super swag secret handshake but that has to be a secret right of course he wouldn't show it off in front of two strangers that's their thing, their bestie thing, and





she's high fiving him back yeah with all her might, enjoy the sting that slap is resounding!!!!!!! ]

[coolerjunpei]

[it's the sting of huge friendship... he'll just casually hold his cold drink with that hand after this, wowza....


it was worth it!!!!!]

NOT HERE

[gradenine]

[ ROLAND'S NOT EVEN HERE 'CAUSE HE CAN'T FUCKIN SEE YALL but even he had to turn his head at angela's own contribution like ????? ]