[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

[icanfixer]

[ oh, exciting. yessss. ]

Dare! I am unafraid of whatever I may be tasked with, so do not hold back!

[spectreless]

[ Out of many things about this Don Quixote that are bigger than life itself it's actually the sneakers that draw Lenore's attention downward for this. ]

Convince someone to trade shoes with you.

1/2

[icanfixer]

My... shoes?

[ she looks down. they are well loved. beaten up and worn. but they are her most precious belongings, and there isn't a moment's hesitation in her next action. ]

2/2

[icanfixer]

[ BOTTOMS UP DOWN GOES A SPOONFUL OF VINEGAR SHE HATES THIS BUT-- ]

N... Next is my turn...! Truth or... or dare!

[spectreless]

[ Yeah, yknow what? That was so no hesitation she won't even tease her about giving up. Instead she cringes in sympathy at what must be a pretty nasty shot of vinegar. ]

I'll take a dare as well.

[icanfixer]

[ please don has like one person she wants to think well of her here and while gebura isn't the type to join in games like this, maybe, she is hoping that maybe the other lady will be impressed by the way she sticks to her principles--! ]

Most abhorrent indeed...

[ don't mind her. maybe she should have opted for drinks over here to wash away the vinegar taste. this is fine. ]

I dare thee to stand on one leg for a minute!

[spectreless]

Easily done!

[ She crows, and it really does seem like an easy dare at first. Instead of spreading her arms out for balance she even folds her arms behind her back as she stands on her right leg.

Will it continue to be easy 30 seconds from now? Stay tuned. In the mean time it looks like Lenore is offering small talk while time ticks by. She inclines her head towards the well-loved sneakers. ]

You by no means have to answer but I am curious. Was it the inconvenience of it... or something else?

[icanfixer]

Something else. These are my trusty partners, whom I have ridden upon for many seasons now -- their name is Rocinante.

[ look. she'll even flash them at lenore. on the sides of them, in darker paint, is in fact ROCINANTE. ]

I shall never part with them, no matter the occasion, unless I am certain they shall not be taken from me. Though, it is always reluctantly done.

[ ... so, something sentimental. ]

[spectreless]

Oh! I suppose that would make some sense, I think? Regardless, may they stay with you for a long time yet.

[ Can't say Lenore knows too many people who would name shoes. Judging by this smile of hers she finds the quirkiness endearing though. Even more so when the sentiment is explained. A distraction is what it is and it's one she'd invited herself.

By instinct her arms shoot out when she suddenly wobbles and Lenore just barely manages to right herself without touching the the floor with her lifted foot. The wobbling never really stops after it's started. Only a few more seconds to go... ]

—Er, that was close.

[icanfixer]

[ aw... what a kind gesture -- and don's hands also raise when lenore threatens to fall, hovering as the other lady wobbles still. just a little longer... ]

Yes, it was. I would not punish thee for falling though, since it is only a refusal that grants thee the honor of drinking what is alike to poison without the sweet release of death to follow it.

[spectreless]

[ The time runs out on the easiest trial of her life. Looks like Don Quixote is a courteous person and for that Lenore flashes a look of gratitude. ]

Ah, that bad was it? Then maybe a truth on the next turn would help you avoid that fate worse than death.

[ Ok maybe a little bit of egging on... a little bit of teasing as a treat. ]

[icanfixer]

[ that is true... a rest is necessary... then again, backing down isn't generally part of her personality and don grins wide, shaking her head. ]

Nay, I shan't bow so easy. Give me another dare, and I shall surely rise beyond thy expectations this time.

[spectreless]

Alright. In that case I dare you to...

[ How eager to impress... while tapping at her chin in thought Lenore makes a note not to suggest anything that could place Don in harms way at all because she gets the sense she might just do it. ]

...impersonate the first animal you can think of.

[icanfixer]

[ oh, easy. ahem. don shifts her position on the beanbag to more of a froggish squat, folding her arms in front of her as she precariously... balances on the super comfortable sink-in. her face adopts a sort of sad, wet look. ]

... Wrrrrreeeeyyyyyyy! Wreeeeeeeyyy! Wreeeeeeeeeeey!!!!!

[ ...

she's not even embarrassed. ]

L M A O

[spectreless]

[ oh my god ]

[ She's on the verge of both a unexpected laughing fit and a intense bout of second hand embarrassment; that battle cry is as mightily wet and pathetic as it is loud. ]

and which animal is this? I— [ Chancing a glance back at Don through her fingers results in a helpless snortlaugh. ] I'm afraid I don't follow.

thank you

[icanfixer]

That would be the Blubbering Toad! It is a most pathetic creature, but adorable and round to an alarming degree! If thee should hear out its woes, then it gives its eye in thanks.

[ fascinating, isn't it. she'll return to criss cross apple sauce. ]

It's also very loud, which I hope I have gotten across.

[spectreless]

Ah, yes, from that description you've done a sensational job in capturing its likeness. But what was that part about the eyes again?

[ Wait it's probably for the best she doesn't ask for clarification. Too late now though. ]

[icanfixer]

If thee listen to its woes, thou'rt given an eye. It is a most useful gift, in the sense that I like how squishy it is.

[ ...

she's probably licked it. it also works well with one of her IDs so she likes it. ]

[spectreless]

Is there any particular reason you know this?

[ Please imagine the culture shock that is being ostracized as an eccentric by Victorian society then arriving here and meeting Don Quixote. To save face she clears her throat. ]

Wait, never mind that... While I personally don't understand the appeal I'm sure there are much worse pastimes to have.

[icanfixer]

[ well, none of the sinners have a happy backstory, so chances are high that they're the same there. ]

There are, such as what happens in the Backstreets of District 23.

[spectreless]

[ Damn her curiosity. With that set up it can't be anything pleasant. ]

Now I must ask, what happens in the Backstreets of District 23?

tw mentions of cannibalism

[icanfixer]

[ it isn't. don reclines in her beanbag, hands folded over her stomach as if she was just talking about the weather. admittedly like, ill weather, she's nonchalant but disapproving of it. ]

It is said they have a most peculiar practice there, where aspiring chefs hope to find the final, most true flavor in life -- they use the highest quality ingredients, techniques long passed through lineages, all to prepare that which they consider the ultimate delicacy... the flesh of their fellow being. That is the lay about it, but I have heard from an ally of mine the more disturbing details of their particular hobby, if thee have a strong stomach -- the sort of preparation methods they employ, for example.

[spectreless]

[ Truly a disturbing notion but it's not at a level of disturbing that exceeds what she's used to too much. It's just a different flavor of macabre really. ]

That is peculiar. [ Starting off strong with that dry understatement. ] Well, it's also considered degenerate, surely. While I'm not what you can consider squeamish—I can't say I'll approve of the preparation methods if I hear what those are.

[icanfixer]

They believe it best to prepare one while still alive, for the flavor... changes, once they are past due? It is something on that deranged notion -- they take apart their victims piece by piece, using every organ, meat, ligament, bone, so on and so forth for a dish they hope to be the ultimate flavor among flavors, going so far as to soak, stuff, and mayhap partially cook those they deem worthy as an ingredient not only whilst they are still alive, but when they are awake for the process.

[ ... it's bad!!!! you don't wanna be born in the backstreets!!! ]

And in the end, they sample themselves and share it among their peers, put it upon their menus and those who have become part of creation are remembered only for the amount of time one takes to taste them. I admit, I am holding back somewhat, if only because the descriptions Lady Ryoshu had granted us gave me nightmares for many a days after.

[ so. frankly she doesn't wanna. linger too long on it. them or trains. ]