[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

[abstractart]

[all things considered, he wouldn't be surprised if yesod dropped the second beanbag on him. it wouldn't even be the first time tonight that someone beaned him... so he doesn't move when he opens his eyes and finds a familiar figure standing over him.]

Just not on the face this time...

[it was a little annoying to get half-suffocated by a beanbag.]

[wordchain]

[ Caught off-guard by Netzach not being asleep (or unconscious), Yesod stops where he is with the beanbag still in his arms. It likely looks as ridiculous as it feels, and he lowers the object after another moment of standing there, setting it back down on the floor, rather than anywhere atop Netzach. ]

...Your legs are creating an obstruction. Your face is not.

[ He gestures at said legs with a nod, but since Netzach is awake, he should be able to adjust his position. ]

[abstractart]

Are they...?

[ah. he didn't realize. he's so used to just snoozing on the floor of the library whenever he needs to... this usually isn't a problem. his assistant librarians are used to stepping over him or just rolling him out of the way.

to his credit, though, he does try to rearrange himself, though this involves him getting his legs a little tangled in his coat.]

M'not used to it being so crowded, man.

[wordchain]

[ That... seems worse... Particularly if Netzach eventually decides to stand, unless he plans to sleep on this rooftop well beyond the evening. Yesod narrows his eyes at the sight.

Granted, that is a fair point — interacting with this new space around them, existing in it, is a significant change from their drawn-out circumstances before this. He'd meant to make an exception for that reason, anyway. ]

How do you intend to leave the roof later?

[abstractart]

I don't?

[easy enough. it's not like this is someone's home, and he has nowhere to stay yet anyway... he might as well just sleep up here, right?]

[wordchain]

[ Please bathe at some point... and brush your teeth, Netzach... But in that case, so be it. While Yesod looks deeply unimpressed, it's true that once the rooftop is emptier again after the festivities end, Netzach wouldn't necessarily need to surrender the beanbag or his current spot, let alone move elsewhere altogether. Every unclaimed location in this city is effectively interchangeable.

Turning back to the other beanbag, Yesod pushes it a few more paces away, lining it up with Netzach's shoes. ]

[abstractart]

[oh, thank you, yesod. he's definitely doing this so netzach can flop across two beanbags instead of sinking into a singular one, right?

he is attempting to stretch out exactly like that, in a highly uncoordinated display.]

[wordchain]

[ Two beanbags to form a somewhat more elevated platform for most of Netzach's body might in fact be a reasonable solution — it would increase people's chances of seeing all of his limbs before they can become a tripping hazard. Unfortunately, his ungainly flopping around to turn both beanbags into his bed is also hazardous: as Yesod pauses in disbelief, still leaning over the second beanbag, he's forced to dodge what would have felt like a kick, had it landed. ]

Netzach—

[abstractart]

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?

cw: very vague drug use reference

[wordchain]

[ With Netzach's drunkenly focused efforts to maneuver himself onto both beanbags ending in success and no mishaps, the immediate problem is solved, and it's harder to feel all too exasperated upon being thanked. Netzach seems more coherent than expected. His suggestion is less unacceptable than a different one, made long ago, too. That one was out of the question, but this...

Relenting, Yesod positions another vacant beanbag nearby, where seating himself on it affords him a view across the rooftop while making him a more visible stand-in safety cone than a beanbag on its own would have been. Arms and legs crossed, he's sinking into it, however, and he can predict that when they extricate themselves from these seats, their clothing will be thoroughly rumpled. ]

...You're able to reconstruct other items. These should be no different, provided that a suitable book exists. Assuming that the Library is unaffected by Angela's absence...

[abstractart]

[yessss. join him in beanbag comfort, yesod. he looks thoroughly pleased with this, shifting a little as he sinks deeper into the two he's draped over.]

I'll have to look when we get back, if it's still there... kinda don't want to think about what happens with her being gone, though.

[all their assistant librarians are still there, not to mention malkuth and hod, tiphereth and chesed... and the other two, but he's a little less concerned there.]

[wordchain]

[ The beanbags clash with the turn that the conversation threatens to take, and Netzach has a point. That question has no answer found here. There is no way to progress beyond speculation until it yields something concrete. ]

...Yes. It's pointless to examine such thoughts further at the moment.

[abstractart]

Pointless to think about a lot of things at the moment.

[that's exactly why he's not bothering-- or why he's trying not to let those thoughts linger, at the very least.]

Right now, I'm just relieved not to be there...

[wordchain]

I can see that.

[ But it's said less sharply than it could have been said; right now, it isn't his intention to reproach Netzach for his admission. Here, they have no choice but to treat matters of interrupted goals as forcibly put on hold. It comes with the byproduct of some reprieve from their part in still more wrongs to see through to the end, and he can't fault Netzach for preferring this pause in an unwelcome routine. ]

I suppose... there is no harm in relief.

[abstractart]

Yeah. I know we need to finish it eventually, just...

[he slumps a little further into the beanbags, like maybe if he just lets them swallow him up he won't have to go anywhere again.]

I still want to have this for a while.

[wordchain]

[ Netzach keeps setting off many thoughts, forgive me.... Lapsing into silence now, Yesod watches as Netzach buries himself in the surface cushioning him, whether deliberately or because the beanbags are dangerously soft. It leaves Netzach's remark hanging in the air — it strikes Yesod as something not really presented for another person to hear or to comment upon.

Thinking on it, in this place, there is no reason to remind Netzach of responsibilities that don't exist here, nor things that they have little influence over for the time being. ]

...You're free to pursue that goal. Or is this not the case?

[abstractart]

Huh--?

[it's not that he's too drunk to understand it, just that he's surprised to hear that coming from yesod... his eyes blink open again, shifting slightly to look over to him.]

...I guess I am, for now. And there's not really anything else for us to do anyway, so it's not like I have anything more important.

[wordchain]

[ Netzach's reaction isn't surprising — Yesod has never shown him any lenience, after all. But it's unnecessary to bind him to their work and to further misery here, and although Yesod has assigned himself the task of understanding all that they can of this situation, Netzach isn't obligated to do the same.

If his way of holding on to his relief also consists of sleeping and drinking, or he chooses to do more with it, it affects no one else while they are here. ]

That is true, as far as your days are concerned. Presumably others have repeatedly asked whether you are enjoying yourself as well... meaning that they expect it to be possible, despite these shared circumstances.

[abstractart]

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.]

[wordchain]

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. ]

[abstractart]

[he just makes a little affirmative noise as he settles further in. these beanbags are going to swallow him up and he will be just fine with that...

but he can be satisfied with this, he thinks. with it being permissible to just-- try things out here.]