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[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 warned you about the consequences bro ]

I do not mind at all! In fact, I shall look forward to it myself -- I have... fasted the day away, [ she has been too busy to eat, she's forgotten, there is no way she chose to not eat, ] and find myself most famished in preparation for the event.

[ good that he brought something... she was hoping he would, after all... their cuisine rep. anyway, don't latch too much onto the fact she's starved she'll get to eating when she's... when she's not hosting... greeting and flitting about to talk to everyone... ]

Thee should be here for the rest too, however! I have many fun activities planned for the night, as well as music for dancing! Do thee like to cut the rug, as they say?

[ HE SURE IS REAPING AND SOWING RIGHT NOW... ]

Cut the rug? Uhh, I'm no good at it, but I guess I know the most basic steps for waltz...

[ he and angelica would've danced like that when the streets of music were playing some kind of slow, romantic tune from outside. ugh. ]

But enough about that! What do you mean you haven't eaten? Go eat a sandwich or something. Hold on, I'll go toast some for ya...

[ he gon turn to leave to toast some offbraing hhpp, bye -- ]

[ she's slipping her arm into his, hello ]

Teach me! I wish to learn, for I adore dancing! And a waltz is one I am wholly unfamiliar with, [ probably, ] so I should like some instruction. Is it fun? I cannot change the music, if this ill-suits it, and I promise I shall eat once I have done a number to the floor!

[ mostly because she's gonna tag along and watch him cook her a meal HE DIDN'T THINK HE COULD ESCAPE HER SO EASILY, DID HE......... ]

Ohh, no. You already asked so much from me, Don. Sides, I--

[ CAN'T FUCKIN SEE YOU ]

-- already got Gebura over here for ya, didn't I? Me fixing up a little something for ya to eat is the least I can do now.

[ come on....... he's literally just one guy. how someone like don has so much energy for like, five people is mind-boggling. ]

[ if everyone weren't so fucking tall she could confirm that for herself but. roland has been good on his word, and she peers up at him for a long moment.

a long, quiet moment with her wide eyes (he can't see) staring at him almost, almost like she's working out what's wrong-- ]

I want to have plenty of meat on it!

[ but she's just thinking of what ingredients she wants on her sandwich, since he's right... she has been asking so much of him, and what has she given in return? truly, she's become spoiled. let her walk him over to the food instead since she's coming anyway. ]

Prithee, do forgive how spoiled I have become, and tell me how I may return the favors thou hath done for me -- I see now I have asked quite a lot of thee, and it is not my person to simply allow kindnesses go unanswered. Besides, we are... friends, no? [ he'd see her bashful look away if he could, he can settle for the slightly bashful tone she has instead, ] It is wrong of me to take so much, and to give nothing in return. Unrelated to that, what is thy prefence in weaponry? I wield a lance, so I have been curious what my other fellows do.

[ wings she has so much energy. if only she could give that to people. ]

[ plenty of meat, huh. well, that's easy to make. they approach the table already stacked with food, and roland starts picking out choice slices of roast beef from the nearby table of meats. ]

Favor? Nah, I usually don't ask much. Just let me do my thing and I'll let you do your thing, yeah? [ including the friend thing. that's also a complicated thing, even with angela in the picture. let's see, gotta take some slices of bread here-- ] As for weapons, you can never go wrong with swords. Longswords, in particular.

[ see? he can answer questions... ]

[ damn her mouth is already watering from the choice meats he's picking out how did she go this long without eating. like she was used to it prior but this place has definitely spoiled her with more than a light meal or two a day. her stomach is definitely loud. ]

That does seem rather standard, yes -- in comparison to mine and Young Sinclair's especially. The only one of our company who wields such a greatsword would be Mistress Faust, though a handful have blades nonetheless.

[ daggers and sabers... katana... a third of their group with it, and a hodgepodge of other sorts. ]

[ girl, keep it the fuck down... not that roland is helping either. he's now putting meat together with some cheese and lettuce too for something healthier. ]

Yeah, it's the standard. An oldie but a goodie. Least it ain't guns, right? Unless you can afford it, that is.

[ oooouguguh hunger ]

... Mm. None can, though I do not think any of us are wanting. [ seems ill-suited to their style of combat. ] Ser Badou is familiar with his way around one, which I find impressive, but it is expensive where he hails as well.

[ fooud... meet... ]

Their city is... not unlike our own, Badou and Heine's. But in physical layers, rather than walled. They have not much a sky in their "Backstreets".

[ it's very interesting. not as interesting as the sandwich. but interesting. ]

[ oh? another pair of citydwellers from a world unlike their own. gonna tuck badou's and heine's names at the back of his mind for future reference. ]

They... don't have a sky? [ JESUS even their hellhole of a city has it. ] What's up there, then?

[ can't wait for them to meet roland consider what she's said about him ]

Nay, they do -- it is... The way Ser Badou described it, they simply do not see much of it, as those of a lower layer. I do not know if it they truly underground, but he spoke of it as such, for I thought the same as thee.

[ no sky... at least in their city the heavens are free more most people, acting as a place to put wishes and a taunt to those who want a better life. ]

As a result, there is much we have in common!!! They are even... in a sense, the same as we, [ "fixers" ] by the definition which affronts my sensibilities. It gladdens me to have those whom understand among worlds not our own.

[ yet to find someone as justicepilled as her but oh well. you take victories where you can get them. heine. also gets things a little more than badou in another sense. but that's neither here no there ]

[ ohh? so there are people here who live in a Society™️ not unlike the citydwellers... that's comforting to hear, roland thinks. at least there's a couple of people not from their world who wouldn't think twice about all this shit. ]

They're Fixers too? Damn, I should strike a conversation with 'em sometime, then. Gotta learn more as a mere Grade 9 and all.

[ lmao. gonna grab a nearby sandwich toaster and plot the sandwich in there. ]

I implore that thee should! They both have been good to me, and I find them swell company as well -- merely mention thyself as a friend, and I am certain they will crack a smile.

[ very nice to talk to. not so nice to be teased by. oh, she's keeping her eyes on the prize of this evening, the sandwich toasting is making her salivate... ]

Sir Roland, do thee think that one such as thyself has learned naught at all? Thou've been in the business for longer yet, have thee not? Most start as soon as they are able -- I am much the same -- and I cannot imagine thou'rt as unknowledgeable as thee seem to think. Thy stories may be the same as any other in thy station, but each has its own use. Rather than placate, it furthers mine interest.

[ if she was honest, it annoys her a bit. but she's not honest in that way.

...

samwich.... ]

[ as a friend, huh? that's sweet. that's what a majority of roland's cr would say about him too, but in all honesty he doesn't think too hard on it. they're Connections, if asked.

he considers don's query, keeping his gaze on the toastings. he's skilled, of course -- more skilled than don can ever know, but looking at how she puts vergilius and gebura on such an astronomically high pedestal, he wants no part of all of that. it ain't like the title has been officially given to him, anyway. ]

I mean, even if I were the most talented guy in the City, it never hurts to add more to your repertoire. Especially when you mentioned those guys being from another City, with their own traditions? Surely they got more interesting stories to tell.

Not me, though. I'm all washed-up. Once you heard stories from one Fixer, you've heard them all. Gebura would say the same thing, I bet.

Thine imagination is simply lacking, Sir Roland.

[ it's a bit of a tease, a bit of a figurative elbow in the side... since in that case, wouldn't her stories be counted among the same? she doesn't think so, but don likes the details of her work rather than the broad strokes. ]

If I were merely to give the bare minimum, even I could say the same! We were sent to a location to retrieve something important, but failed to do so in part by another group that sought the same. Is that not a familiar tale to thee? If I gave even a detail more, it would no longer be alike to any other -- the location was that of a leftover branch of a fallen wing, whose roots stretched thin across the City.

[ as that truly knocks down the list, at this point. even for roland, it might. ]

Am I wrong? Does that not already differ it, and catch thine interest?

[ in essence: the reports are all the same, given vergilius hadn't wanted don's version of the chicken incident and checked out at arrival versus what was important in the one faust would later give him, but a fixer's experience in it lends color to an otherwise black and white sheet of paper. ]

[ ...is she sussing him out? she is totally sussing him out. why is this girl so obvious at everything she does...

... ]

That ain't really my story to tell, though. I could tell you all about the fallen Wings I've known since growing up in the City, but they got nothing to do with me.

[ shrug. ]

[ please she's not TRYING TO DO ANYTHING SHE JUST WANTS TO GET TO KNOW HIM!!!! ]

The fallen Wing is not the point! [ ... ] Well, perhaps it is a little the point, but that is not the point I am attempting to make with thee -- all I am saying, mi compañero, is that a story is made interesting by the one who tells it.

[ so, exciting as a fallen wing exploration is (to some!!!!) it isn't what she means!!! ]

What else do thee plan to write about in that book of thine? The one called "Aye-Moe".

[ ... sinclair had... tried to say something about that to her, when he couldn't talk well.. it didn't translate, so... "still cool in my book imo"... has been a literal line in her head the past two months and not "he is a great guy no matter what, in my opinion" i'm so sorry roland. it's pure coincidence about the other thing you had going for you at the library. she even spoke of roland as "a fixer who wants to write a book" i'm crying now. ]

[ just

stares at her ]

...IMO. It means "In my opinion".

[ what the fuck, don ]

And anyway, I never said I planned to write, either. Too much of a hassle. [ even he didn't tell angela that. don is really making up a guy in her head as per usual... ]

[ no......... she has to tell sinclair she was wrong........ ]

Oh, I see... So that is what he must have meant.

[ man. now what. would've been cool to read roland's autobiography someday. ]

I apologize for assuming such then, Sir Roland. I had mistaken thy words for something else, but I am thankful for the clarification.

It's all right.

[ the toast goes off, and roland serves don's sandwich on a plate before handing it over to her. ]

I already told you, didn't I? I don't got time for dreams now. If I ever had the urge, I'd just go to sleep. [ and be haunted by nightmares instead -- ] So don't think too hard on it, okay? We're fine, if that's what you're worried about.

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