[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

[coolerjunpei]

food

[Or, ice cream, because Junpei hauled an unnecessary amount of toppings up here for a kind of disorganized toppings bar and he's going to get his dessert on before he eats any bbq. Like an adult.

To wit, he is presently holding a paper bowl (also lifted from the ice cream parlor) with ice cream somewhere under the mountain of toppings, probably. Whole lot of generic Oreo crumbles and gummy bears happening right now.

If he notices anyone giving the ice cream experience an odd look, he's just going to assume it's ice cream shyness and not hesitance over Don's weird flavors (and also the thing of fish flakes she requested, alongside the other toppings). So:]

It's gonna melt if you just look at it. I hauled this up here for everyone's sake, so c'mon.

[Eaaaat..... there's a shopping cart stashed somewhere on this rooftop that once held too many ice cream toppings, if anyone was here early enough to see him navigate that into and out of the elevator.]

beanbags

[He's here to Chill... to Vibe... to have enough drinks to maintain his chill so he doesn't slip into Annoyingly Gleeful Drunk, at least not yet.

So: chilling. Mostly he's slumped deep down into this beanbag and staring up at the lights, presumably zoned out until he simply raises an index finger into the air to, uh, garner attention? Hi.]

Let's play a game. [give him a moment to laboriously sit up, this beanbag is murder,] You guys want to play, uh—

[One brief headcount of however many people are around later,] Many-headed storyteller? The hydra of storytellers. The extremely fucked up Cerberus of stories.

[COUGH,] Uh, we each just say one sentence, to tell a whole story. Anybody want to start?


[If you make Junpei start he will start with,] Uh, once upon a time, there was a horse named Afternoon Congressional.

wildcard

[hit me........ also hugely important note: junpei has come to this party wearing an ugly tie just over his usual t-shirt. he thinks it's funny.

anyway he's here and trying not to be paranoid theorycrafting guy for the duration, wahoo!!]

beanbags

[abstractart]

...yeah, sure.

[vibing... chilling... maxing and relaxing... netzach is largely over here so that he can just observe for a bit while he has a few drinks, and so that nobody can drag him into things like dancing, which are frankly just way too much physical effort to think about right now. he's slouched into a beanbag of his own, not making too much of an effort to sit up, seemingly accepting of his fate as he just slowly settles deeper into it.

games that don't require Doing Things are his favorite kind. he's down for this. just give him a second to think of how to continue here, taking a sip from his most recent glass.]

No idea what a congressional is, but I don't think horses do either, so... it didn't really need to think too deeply about its name, since it was already busy with- [what are horse things.] Running around, and stuff.

[nailed it.]

[coolerjunpei]

[Guy, questioning the horse names is completely counter to the rules of the game. Junpei waves a hand, like, never mind why the horse is named that. He also sinks right back into his beanbag after trying so hard to sit up properly, so the chill vibes are really powerful here in the Afternoon Congressional corner.]

Right... And then out of nowhere, when our hero AC the horse ran around a... tree, in the field, he spotted—his nemesis.

[A gesture; the nemesis is up to his new story partner here, that's his whole turn.]

[abstractart]

It was, uh...

[sometimes being a librarian absolutely does Not know you mean how storytelling truly works.

he contemplates for a second, debating what an animal that runs around a lot would consider a nemesis. something faster than a horse. bigger, probably. more fucked up.]

-a train, stopped at a platform.

[coolerjunpei]

[Now this is the true essence of this game, total nonsense, like a train being in this field. Junpei is into this, nodding and humming as if this is an amazing twist. A train, huh...]

Not just any train, but The Moonbeam Maven, the sleekest and fastest train to ever ride—there, mysteriously stopped, doors wide open and waiting!

1/2

[icanfixer]

[ train....................................................... ]

2/2

[icanfixer]

Fleshy, many-eyed monsters sprang from the bowels of the metallic beast, awaiting their turn to depart... only to be stopped at the sight of the handsome, valiant, most worthy of such a name Sir Afternoon Congressional!!!!

[ sorry she had to add something disturbing to it. whatever the fuck a congressional is. ]

[abstractart]

[nodding along with this like the addition of the monsters makes absolute sense with the train? the fuck.

he's also not sure what makes a horse handsome, exactly, but this time he decides not to question it.]

A regular animal probably looks a lot like a monster to them, though, so... while they were all stopped to stare at him, he ran onto the train.

[does a horse fit on a train. does it matter.]

[coolerjunpei]

[thanks don for the valuable addition]

Luckily, they were all too shocked by his, uh... audacity to stop him, so he headed straight for the front of the train to see what was going on.

[icanfixer]

[ making a story is so fun. ]

Before his sparkling tawny horse-eyes 'twas a fiend whom controlled the very nemesis he sought to defeat in equal, honorable combat, and that is when the good Sir Afternoon Congressional learned the truth...

food

[wordchain]

[ The assorted ice cream options and toppings are easier to ignore than the tie dangling from Junpei's neck. Not only is there no dress shirt with a collar to fasten the tie beneath, but that misaligned pattern... It receives a look before Junpei himself does, as if its presence in Yesod's general vicinity is offensive.

It isn't his business, however, and he made the choice to attend the rooftop gathering for a reason. ]

Then, like Don Quixote, you are someone who was brought to this city some time ago?

[coolerjunpei]

[Sorry, he thought the tie without an actual collared shirt of any kind was a very funny bit. It's made worse by how he definitely mostly guessed at how to tie the thing? Roland had to tie it for him last time and his ass did Not pay attention...

Junpei notices no kind of judgmental gaze, because he's trying to peddle the ice cream. Have some ice cream. He tried really hard to get it up here and make it look legitimate.]

Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. The first group... of our group. It's been about two months. So is that a 'no' for ice cream?

[wordchain]

[ Roland's tie tying also leaves a lot to be desired...

The insistent ice cream peddling does act as a mildly perplexing diversion, but what came before it has caught hold of Yesod's attention, and he returns to that particular remark. "The first group of our group"... ]

In other words, there was no one here when your group arrived?

[ Now he considers that he should accept the ice cream in exchange for these answers, and so he takes a closer look at the selection in the meantime. ]

...I'll choose a flavor soon.

[coolerjunpei]

[Junpei thinks Roland is knowledgeable in the Fancy Arts (tying a tie), how much fancier could it be??

But ice cream—yes.]

Yeah, just their stuff. Some people think the apartments coming used is part of the setup, but Kromer found out this has "happened before," so it's probably somebody's stuff... [shrug! no definitive answer, actually!] Either way, no one was left when we got here.

[...,] There's toppings, too.

[wordchain]

[ Don't make Yesod invade your personal space to give you a demonstration, Junpei. It's the ice cream he's frowning at now, though — it may be edible, but it's too messy for his liking. Nonetheless, he reaches for a bowl to fill with a few spoonfuls before eyeing the toppings.

The notion that others before the first arrivals of the current group were here at one point, only to vanish and leave behind no real trace of who they were, is more pressing. ]

How was the alternative theory disproved and Kromer's discovery confirmed?

[coolerjunpei]

Definitively? They haven't been. We're assuming a basic level of truth from the kiosks—that's where Kromer got her info—and besides that... No one's figured out a way to completely prove anything, yet.

[He makes a kind of strained expression and shrugs, like, it sucks! It honestly sucks very much! They're still deep in the theorycrafting phase because they are a disorganized mess, as a whole group, and the longer they all live here the more skin-crawling the lack of answers gets...

But. Unresolved.]

If you want to help, though... More heads are better than, uh, less.

[wordchain]

[ The largely unhelpful kiosks... That's interesting to hear, and he contemplates seeking out this Kromer next. For now, moving his bowl of ice cream to one palm, taking up a spoon with his other hand, Yesod gives Junpei's invitation a nod. ]

That is true. Do you have notes compiled thus far to share? I presume further relevant discoveries will be discussed as we gather new information.

[coolerjunpei]

There's a database in the works, and handwritten kiosk information—that's in the database, too. I can send you some files later?

[Later-later, so he doesn't have to look Yesod in the eye when he's forced to send him things titled "cardealerswhofuck" and other such nonsense. It's a database with personality, for sure.]

I'm Junpei, by the way.

beanbag

[horrifictie]

[ Jumpy won't have a chance to start with Harry involved, because he will be selecting the first dumb choice filtered into his dialog tree. ]

There once was a giant who was *extremely* racist.

[coolerjunpei]

[Harry what the fuck dude. Junpei gives him a look for a moment like, oh, we're doing racist giants, okay, that's an angle--]

And he had... noooo friends, because of all the racism.

[horrifictie]

However, he did have many hot babes fawning over his unparalleled strength and masculinity.

[coolerjunpei]

Until one day one of the babes asked him, "Hey, what the hell is up with all the racism?"

[horrifictie]

The giant man looked down at his babe, hanging on his arm, and answered:

[ Then, his voices pitches to a low boom. Not quite screaming, but commanding in faux authority ]

IT ALL TIES BACK TO THE RACE ENGIMA, BABE.

[coolerjunpei]

[oh my god don't do a voice, oh my god--]

Okay, can we do another story without whatever the hell a race enigma is? How about something like, Once upon a time there was a car that could talk?

[horrifictie]

[ Snooort- ]

Gotcha, I win.

[ Clearly that was the point, right? To repulse someone enough that they would quit playing. He's so good at these sort of games because he has the worst experiences of all people. ]

I met that guy by the way. He was real and I spin kicked him to death.