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

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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

[limbical]

Rest assured, that's my last concern.

[Rather, Daan definitely doesn't even imagine that anyone is going to get attached to him. That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth]

Too bad I limited you to one tonight, bud. So you'd better savor it until next time.

[gradenine]

[ you and me, doc. you and me both. ]

Seriously? Well, so long as there's a next time... [ takes another sip. ] So how are you finding this party so far? You tried any of the games Don set up yet?

[limbical]

I'm finding the party right where I am. Mixing up some brews for the patrons and whatnot. I haven't really budged much from here, to be honest.

Despite how it might seem, I'm not a big party person. A packed crowd isn't my idea of fun.

[gradenine]

And yet you're here anyway.

[ with a smirk, he takes the drink in his hands as he gazes listlessly at the faceless crowd. don is probably there somewhere, he can't really tell. ]

How'd Don rope you in?

[limbical]

She didn't, actually. I volunteered.

[Daan shrugs, working on making himself a drink.]

I don't mind bartending. But actually going out and getting involved... sounds like a real headache to me, personally.

[gradenine]

Ah, I totally get that. But in a way, you are getting involved in other people's affairs by just bartending.

[ he raises his glass a little. ]

[limbical]

Sure, but there's a nice little boundary between me and everyone else.

[Daan knocks his knuckles on the counter.]

And it's not as involved as being someone's doctor, for example. Or trying to make sure everyone is entertained if you're the host of a party. So this is fine by me, really.

[gradenine]

Good point... And you're kinda required to be involved as a doctor, too. You had to say an oath and everything, right?

[limbical]

Funny thing about that, actually.

[Casually, Daan starts to mix his own drink, and as if just making easygoing conversation he remarks:] Never took the Hippocratic oath. Got called away to war before I ever got around to that and getting an official license. And after the war, well... I was a little busy, you see.

[wife dying and all]

[gradenine]

...Ah.

[ he slightly tilts his glass as if to say, "yeah, i get it." ]

But you were taught by the best doctor around, right? I guess that's more than enough. [ a wry smile. ] I'd joined a war recently in my world, too.

[limbical]

That's right. One of the top surgeons in the Kingdom of Rondon. Personally tutored me and everything.

[He finishes mixing his drink, and has a sip.]

Yeah? That so? My condolences. I haven't decided if it's the worst thing to ever happen to me, but it's up there. I'd say that I hope yours is a fraction less horrible, but... well. It's war. Nothing pretty about it.

[gradenine]

Mm.

[ a grunt of agreement, before knocking back his glass. ]

Well, unlike most examples, I volunteered to take part. There's a nice reward for veterans when the war's finished, but even that was a total wash.

[ nothing pretty about that at all. ]