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

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

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[ She makes a face that's half-disgusted, half-resigned, and nods. ]

There's not much to sense in it, either. I tried some divination and it was -- weird.

[ he tilts his head a bit. ]

How so?

Like, a city ought to have -- nodes, like. Places of power. Places of significance, that stand out from the rest of the astral landscape. And this place ...

[ She turns her hand flat and slides it through the air, as if running it over a completely smooth table. ]

It's all the same. Like the proverbial fucking millpond.

[ his head tilts just a little more. ]

That is strange. Perhaps those places of significance, as you put it, are beyond our reach.

If they exist, they must be. There's a lot of the City we can't get to. Hob and I tried to get through the tunnels and just got looped back around.

If it's not a real city, or if we're the first people to ever live here, maybe they just don't exist.

That you were redirected lends to the notion of it being elsewhere. A means of protecting itself.

There is also the possibility that the entire City is a being unto itself.

[ She snaps her fingers and points at him. Evidently her previous annoyance is going to be put aside thanks to a) gin and b) vindication. ]

That's what I've been thinking! What if it's its own entity? Nobody's running it, it's running itself.

Hey, do cities dream?

[ he stares down at the finger pointed at him. excuse you. ]

As any other thing that lives can.

[ Calm down, your lordship. ]

Could you go into its dreams, do you think? Like you did mine?

I could, should it have them.

Do we need to send it to sleep, first?

[ How do you knock out a city? There's got to be a way. New York may never sleep, but a smaller place like this ... ]

Not necessarily, as it is always possible to dream while still awake.

[ Johanna blinks, and then snorts. ]

I forgot what talking to you is like.

[ he frowns lightly in confusion. ]

What?

Sometimes it's like talking to a baritone fortune cookie, is all. But you mean it as more than a nice phrase.

[ this face. ]

No, I do not make idle words, Constantine.

[ This face!! ]

You might be more fun if you did, but I reckon you'd be less helpful.

... Fun.

Forget I mentioned it.

But if you do care to be helpful, since you're stuck here again ... can you see if the City dreams?

[ the looks he gives her extends another second or two before it eases back into his normal bland expression. ]

I can, should I feel it do so. I have not noticed anything of the sort yet, but with my limited powers here it is possible to have missed it without a concerted focus.

--Right.

[ She'd let herself forget about the way people's powers are limited here. ]

Your stuff, like your sand. Do you have it here?

[ his eyes narrow slightly. teeny bit suspicious. ]

Why?

[ Her eyebrows go up at the suspicion in his expression. ]

I'm not going to steal it, Christ. I just wondered. If it's part of you, part of your powers -- I wondered if it's still powerful.

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I should hope not, given that you know its effects.

[ but the look eases off again. ]

But yes, I do have it here, though I've not had cause to use it yet.

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[ And as if to balance the emotional tenor of the conversation, as his suspicion eases, a shadow of something -- guilt or grief, or the anger of earlier -- goes across Constantine's face when Morpheus mentions the sand's effects. ]

That's something, at least, isn't it.

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