[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

also level 2, forgive me 😔

[wordchain]

[ Yesod was having an acceptable time by his standards, which others might consider boring, but now... No, someone draping himself all over him isn't his idea of a good time, and the smell of alcohol that accompanies it makes it all the more unpleasant an experience.

Not braced for the stranger's weight suddenly leaned against him, it upsets his balance enough that his reflexes react: one of his hands grabs at the nearest steady surface, fumbling for purchase, while the other seizes Midnight's arm. ]

You must have mistaken me for someone else.

[ His voice emerges strained. Holding his breath, he tries to straighten his posture and pull free. ]

you're filling out my projmoon pokedex it's all good 👍

[unrequite]

Hmm?

[ ... Well, maybe he did. He gives the stranger a considering look, thinking very carefully. He has to! Everything is made of slow motion molasses at the moment. Miss Orchid would be so proud of him for thinking. (No she wouldn‘t, she has higher expectations of him. ]

No no, I certainly meant to address you.

[ But if the stranger’s going to pull free, Midnight will let him, frowning a little as he slips out of his octopus grasp. ]

You were by yourself, so someone had to ask. It‘s the thing one does.

excellent, ty

[wordchain]

[ He can breathe somewhat more freely again, and he draws himself up to let his necktie and coat hang straight before folding his arms across his chest. Wearing a frown of his own, in part because recovering from this unexpected and highly unusual encounter instantly is a little difficult, he narrows his eyes in a skeptical stare. ]

...You meant to address me as your darling and embrace me. All of that is part of "the thing one does"?

[ To be fair, it could be the result of well-meaning intentions combined with too much to drink, depending on the person. ]

[unrequite]

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.

[wordchain]

[ 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.

[unrequite]

I came here to meet everyone else. Yourself included. The way I see it, I came here to see you.

[ Midnight takes a sip of his drink, finds a nearby seat, pulls it over, and flops down in it, looking up at his new friend and grinning. ]

Who do you work with here?

[wordchain]

[ In other words, the inebriated stranger is lonely himself. Glancing over at him again, now more comfortably from above, Yesod indicates his own garments to illustrate his reply. ]

I suspect you'll encounter one of them with ease, and our uniform will give it away.

[ Despite Netzach's habit of wearing it quite differently, neglecting to tuck his shirt into his trousers and leaving his necktie undone... As his disheveled self is bound to take advantage of the alcohol on offer, it's possible that meeting him has already taken place. ]

[unrequite]

Lots of people wear suits.

[ ... Well, they do. Here, those who wear suits have an infinite supply of outfit options! It boggles the mind to think that they haven't.

... Wait, oh, that fits someone Midnight knows. ]

Wouldn't happen to know a Mr. Roland, would you?

[wordchain]

[ But are these Roland suits or fancy Library coat suits... Speaking of which, once Roland is mentioned by name, there is a shift in Yesod's demeanor. Brows raised in a question, he nods soon enough. ]

...Roland and I are acquainted, yes.

[ Though Roland is usually less colorful... ]

Who are you, then?

[unrequite]

Ah, lovely. I like Mr. Roland. Very endearing chap. Friendly.

[ Fun to flirt with, but Midnight's going to introduce himself before he mentions that. ]

Midnight. God's gift to women, a boon to have at parties. An excellent listener, if need be. Yourself?

[wordchain]

[ Yesod might not describe Roland as very endearing, but he will concede that the man has been friendly on the whole, even enjoyable company at times. Their differences and arguments don't negate that.

His brows stay raised, though, now for other reasons. That list certainly seems to consist of self-proclaimed attributes. ]

...Yesod. I was among the most recent group of arrivals. Presumably you were brought here a few months ago, as Roland and Gebura were?

[unrequite]

Excellently reasoned, although both were here well before me. Welcomed me on my first day. Now that I think about it... I do think they were both among the first people I met here. I don't know. Started drinking rather quickly. Miss Gebura was one of the first, though, I remember that.

[ ... Surprisingly, Midnight doesn't have a drinking problem! ]

[wordchain]

[ That's interesting — it suggests that there have been at least three distinct waves of newcomers thus far, after the people previously here supposedly vanished. Each group's arrival must have occurred about a month apart.

To Yesod, Midnight's admission does seem to be indicative of a drinking problem, on the other hand... ]

Whether you were sober or drunk at the time, it would be surprising if you were unable to recall meeting Gebura.