[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

Johanna Constantine | The Sandman | OTA

[keepgodwaiting]

i. as cool as I am (snack table)

Johanna would very much like you to believe that she's too cool for a party, a lone ranger, a strong independent woman. That's why she's loitering around the snack table with a gin and tonic in hand, doing her best "Cool Bad Boy In An '80s Movie" impression while she takes in the party around her.

Listen. When you're lonely and frustrated, a dose of misanthropy can be as good as a hug.

If anyone catches her eye, she gives them a sardonic smile and toasts them with her glass. "May as well fiddle while Rome smolders, right?"

[furibund]

Nebula doesn't necessarily think she's too cool for a party, but she does think she doesn't belong in this one. Or any one necessarily. Perhaps, if she were a Nebula from a different timeline it'd be a different story. But while she's come to enjoy music, it's hard to enjoy this emotionless sounding one - so she's got little more to do than watch, conversate occasionally (because curse Peter Quill), and watch some more.

She only half glances at the woman standing nearby when she does. Someone who looks to want to be here as much as Nebula feels. She tilts her head half quizzically at the saying. It's not one she's heard before and she barely knows New York, let alone Rome. Her time on Earth wasn't spent traveling, but she can get the meaning.

"Oh, no," Nebula answers dryly, "they'd have to trust us with fire for it to be set upon."

[keepgodwaiting]

There was certainly a moment there where Johanna's expression shows how much she is not used to seeing gorgeous blue women with sci-fi shit on their head. She recovers fairly quickly, though, and snorts when Nebula answers her.

"Right. What good's an empty city if you can't even do a little arson for fun? Whatever's running things is as bad as a cop."

[furibund]

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.

[keepgodwaiting]

"Maybe you should make the place a bit homier."

Mmm, actually--

"Unless you'd use the bombs on anyone around here. Can't condone that. Having one mystery murderer running around's nervewracking enough."

[furibund]

"I don't kill unnecessarily," Nebula responds automatically — if there somehow seems to be an intoned anymore, she's not imagining it. It's certainly said in the tone of someone who could and would if the moment did call for it, it's just not a preference.

"You're talking about the incident from last month."

Half a question, half a statement.

[keepgodwaiting]

"Oh, good," lightly. "That's very specifically qualified, isn't it."

She takes a sip of her drink and nods, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah. I heard it was something personal, but ..."

[uglybug]

Mantis' gaze catches hers and she's in the middle of smiling awkwardly when Johanna says something. Mantis isn't even sure those are actual words and her halfway to awkward smile falls into confusion.

"I don't know what that means."

[keepgodwaiting]

"--No, you probably don't, do you."

What's a girl with antenna going to know about Rome, right?

"Er, may as well party while everything slowly falls apart around us. How's that?"

[uglybug]

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?"

[keepgodwaiting]

"Yeah, a city on -- er, back where I come from. Burned down while the emperor partied."

She gestures around at the party they're at, then shrugs. "Not that we're emperors here. I'm less and less sure what we are."

[uglybug]

Definitely not emperors. Emperors don't get kidnapped by trains. "Prisoners, perhaps." It's a bit pessimistic, especially for Mantis, but she's not sure that she's wrong.

"You don't think we should be partying?"

[keepgodwaiting]

Johanna shrugs again, taking a drink.

"Should don't enter into it, exactly. We can't spend all our time talking in circles about what might be going on and how to get out. But it's pretty weird to play spin-the-bottle under the circumstances, don't you think?"

[uglybug]

Mantis decides that asking about spin-the-bottle is beside the actual point of the conversation; she can get the gist of it from context. A party game, perhaps.

"You may be right," she says, "but sometimes keeping spirits high is as important as anything else."

[keepgodwaiting]

She considers arguing, just for the entertainment of it. Contrarianism holds a lot of appeal. But this ... bug-lady? Well, whatever she is, she seems very earnest, and Constantine isn't entirely heartless.

"And how are your spirits, luv?"

[uglybug]

How are her spirits? Mantis certainly wasn't expecting anyone to inquire after her state of mind, much less someone she's never met before, and she ends up taking a moment to think it over.

She went off to find her own way, and ended up abducted. It seems the entire multiverse is against her figuring things out for herself.

"The party isn't quite working," she said. But then she musters up a smile. "It could be much worse, though."

[keepgodwaiting]

Awww oh no she's cute.

"Sure. The city could actually be on fire." Johanna gives her a grin in return, and a wink.

"But I'll hold off on the arson. Wouldn't want to lower your spirits any more." She offers a hand. "I'm Johanna."

[uglybug]

Mantis grins, and huffs a quick laugh. "Sometimes arson is fun." She takes Johanna's hand, shaking it like Peter has taught her. "I am Mantis."

[keepgodwaiting]

Johanna's smile widens at that, a bit surprised.

"Nice to meet you, Mantis." (A warm feeling of amusement and curiosity, a wisp of flirtatious interest.) "You do much arson, then?"

[uglybug]

Mantis considers that for a moment. How much is "much"? "Only when we have to blow something up. I don't set fires."

[keepgodwaiting]

"Probably safer that way. Looks better on your permanent record. Who's 'we'?"

[uglybug]

Mantis grins, and then her expression turns fond. "We are the Guardians of the Galaxy."

[keepgodwaiting]

Constantine's eyebrows go up.

"And the Guardians of the Galaxy are ... what it says on the tin? I haven't heard of you."

[uglybug]

Unlike her brother, Mantis is never bothered when someone hasn't heard of them. She grins. "Exactly what it says. We've saved the Galaxy a few times."