[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

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harley quinn | dceu

[nutbuckets]

[Harley has thus far missed all the parties that went on in the city, and she is going to correct that mistake with this one. Still, in all her chaotic replying on the network she'd missed any notes about this one and only realizes there's a party going on when she sees the banners and chalk arrows here and there around the city. That nails it, and she's back to her apartment in a flash, getting dressed up for a party in a pair of star-spangled short shorts, a top in sparkly pink that hangs off both her shoulders over a bralette with a tangle of straps that show over said shoulders, and a handbag she'd stolen from a high-end designer store she's never heard of.]

i. Food & Drink

[Having completely overlooked the invitation on the network, she shows up a little late, but not empty-handed. Clomping her way onto the rooftop, bag dangling at her side, she drops three bags of chips onto the table that she took from a convenience store on the way here and heaves a big sigh. After all, the nuns had really gotten it through her thick head not to take take take and never give back, and it's only proper polite manners to bring something to a party, after all.]

Oooh!

[The moment she catches sight of the cuisine brought by other people, though, she squeaks and picks up a paper plate almost immediately. All she's eaten today is a couple bowls of cereal, and some real food is looking spectacular. She loads up her plate with various foods in regional and other-universal styles, and heads over to get a drink from the bar on the way. Making her way to a beanbag chair, she plops down heavily and puts her zombie down on the ground beside her, digging into the food on her plate with a blissful sigh.]

Hey. Hey you. Did you make this?

[She gestures vaguely at the plate when she asks, and it could be your food she's pointing to. Or it could be something you don't even recognize.]

Because holy shit, this is good.

ii. The Fighting Pit

[Once Harley is a few drinks in, she usually goes one of two ways - she's either gone into pure girly mode where all she wants to do is cuddle up with some other girls and share life experiences, or she wants to fight everyone and everything, including inconveniently placed pillars and tables. Tonight it's a weird combination of both, and thankfully someone's very thoughtfully put a fighting pit right in the middle of this party.

Dressed as she is and without any real outward sign of being a fighter, Harley might not look like much of a challenge once she steps into the ring, especially not when she's wearing chunky platform sneakers, but she quickly puts up her dukes, grinning and bouncing from foot to foot, her body and brain buzzing with alcohol and adrenaline.]

Go on, put 'em up!

[Taking stock of whoever's on the other side of the ring, she grins and cracks the bones in her neck, tilting her head, and grins wickedly.]

Yeah, you scared, punk? I'mma take ya!

iii. Impromptu Girls' Night

[The other side of Harley's drunk coin, the part of her that's not about fighting everything? That side of her has gone full girly girl, and she makes her rounds of the party looking for any girls that look sad, whether it's in the bathroom or the beanbags, by the food or near the fighting pit. It's a drive of sheer instinct that has her on the prowl for the Sad Girl at the Party because for once it's not her. But there always is one, she knows that much.

As soon as she finds a girl who looks even mildly uncomfortable, she walks up, drunkenly places her hand on their shoulder, and leans in a little.]

You alright, sweetheart?

[Her voice is chipper and soft all at once, her face full of genuine concern for her fellow woman.]

iv. Wildcard

[Harley is just generally around at the party (she might try to initiate some dancing too), if none of my prompts work for you, hit me up with your own or send me a PM to plot a thing.]

III. i'm so sorry (but please let me know if you need any changes)

[furibund]

[ The only thing Harley gets wrong is that she's sad — a touch uncomfortable, yes. Sad? No. She's not much of an introvert by nature or in practice so while the idea of "make allies" or as Peter would like "make friends" is the reason she came to this stupid thing — She's mostly. A wallflower, watching from her corner. Picking up conversation now and then and not really touching the food. Mind, she is a looming wallflower who looks like she'll chew someone out, but a wallflower none-the-less. ]

[ Because of that, maybe she wasn't expecting someone to slide up next to her. To touch her least of all and Nebula jerks back, one hand coming to slap the hand away - not to hurt her, at least, but to get her off. Dark orbs wary as she eyes her: ]

Touch me again and I'll break your hand.

[ Is that her greeting or how alright she is? Hard to say, but she sounds serious. ]

no changes needed! and no sorries.

[nutbuckets]

[The girl she's chosen to try to 'comfort' is a weird one - blue-skinned with some kinda technological doodad on her head and no hair. It doesn't phase Harley a bit, because she's pretty drunk, set on finding unhappy girls and comforting them, and generally is actually pretty used to weird people. In fact, lately she's been hanging out almost exclusively with weird people. Maybe not blue people, but weird people nonetheless.

Anyway, it's not that weird after Mongal and King Shark and Weasel.

It's also not weird when the girl swats at her, slaps her hand away, and threatens to break her hand if she touches her again. Harley just laughs, bright and happy and shrugs, lifting both hands as if to show she's unarmed.]

Hey, hey, no offense meant. Just checkin' if you're okay over here. You looked kinda lonely.

[A sage nod, and she drops her hand, looking around to see if there's another drink handy, whether it's made for her or for someone else. A moment later, and her attention is back on the blue girl, and there's a drink in her hand. Where did it come from? Who knows?

But she offers it to the blue girl.]

Drink?

<333

[furibund]

[ Harley laughs and Nebula frowns not finding anything funny. At least that much isn't unusual. At least she also knows the unarmed gesture well enough - it's truly universal and used by Peter on her at least once a day. Seeing it doesn't relax her any. Not when Harley continues on. ]

I'm not. Lonely.

[ She takes careful time to say the last word - it's not exactly said with acid but it's said pointed enough that she doesn't want to hear it again. She's never been lonely before (she has, she just doesn't know or want to figure that much out). But she couldn't be lonely in this crowd of people. ]

[ Her head tilts as the other woman practically materializes another drink and she half glances between her and it before taking it wordlessly. At least she doesn't yank it! But she does pause before taking a drink of it, ]

Who are you?

III.

[spectreless]

[ Looks like Harley has a talent for this. Once given a moment of solitude Lenore had made the mistake of thinking of the dear friends she misses oh so dearly. Naturally things began spiralling from there. Where she's found is with her lanky legs curled up against her chest on one of the beanbags.

She hadn't drunk too much, she thought, despite being at a party. But any little amount helps in dulling the senses and unfortunately not emotions. Looking lost in misery she doesn't anticipate the touch and as such her head whirls around to glare. That is until she looks up to see the sincere look and that extinguishes the flame. She visibly deflates with a sigh. ]

That obvious, is it?

[nutbuckets]

[What Harley has a talent for is picking sad-looking girls who don't seem to want to be comforted, that's what she's learning. This is the second one who's reacted violently, or at least without any desire to be touched, and when the girl glares at her, she snaps her hand away, lifting both as if to show she's unarmed.

But a moment later, the girl softens, and Harley smiles at her a little sheepishly.]

Aw sorry hon.

[Then the girl is asking if it's that obvious, and Harley's sheepish look only intensifies.]

Yeah. You look kinda miserable. Don't tell me some boy broke your heart.

[spectreless]

No, no, I'm the one who should be sorry. The unexpected kindness for a complete stranger caught me off-guard.

[ She does feel guilty for the reaction. Especially when this obviously well-meaning girl starts to look even more sheepish. Without applying pressure either way she scoots over in the bean bag in case the blonde thinks for herself to take a precarious break from standing on the other half.

Belated as it is Lenore offers a smile instead. Although it quickly morphs into a half-hearted smirk following the boy trouble suggestion. ]

A broken heart from a boy is not terribly likely. Not unless that boy was a friend whose well-being I was concerned about... Which... is exactly part of the problem I suppose.

IV.

[unrequite]

Hello, wait, you look stunning tonight, love. The look is amazingly put together. I love your hair. Cheers.

[ This is a drive by compliment. Is it a catcall? No, Midnight's just — he's just walking away already, all right then. One of those driveby compliments, the kind you get from affectionate drunks in bathrooms while clubhopping. As an affectionate drunk, he had to say something. ]

[nutbuckets]

Hey!

[You can't just drive-by compliment her like that and expect to go walking off like nothing happened there, you massive hunk of hot man! Instead of just taking the compliment in any kind of graceful way and saying 'thank you' or anything like that, she trots after the man, the drink in her hand tilting and very nearly spilling.]

Hey you.

You can't just compliment a girl and go wanderin' off like that! Specially not if you're gonna be so hot.

[unrequite]

[ The compliment is something he intended to send off freely into the universe, but getting a compliment in return... Well, that makes this a conversation, doesn't it?

Midnight turns back to her and grins, keeping an eye out on that drink. Seriously, he's as pleased as anyone to see that smile on her lovely face, but it's nothing worth losing a good drink over. ]

Well, I've been caught. I do beg your forgiveness. I just can't keep these things to myself, you see. Is there anything someone both very penitent and very hot can do to redeem oneself? I'd buy you a drink, but, ah...

[ He points. Her glass is still at least half-full. (Also, everything is free here, but it's the thought that counts. Right? Right. Right...) ]

iv. wildcard but make it girls night

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Johanna is, in spite of herself, having a decent night. A couple drinks in, a while watching people play truth or dare ... it's all very first year of university, or so she would think if she'd ever been to university.

She's in the bathroom, checking her hair, when she spots Harley. ]

Hey, you made it out of the vents.

[ dude that was months ago Jo, okay, don't worry about it, it'll work for an opener ]