[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

[funburger]

[Consider: that sucks actually!!! Let them be carefree!!

Anyway, now is the opportune time for Tenma to look away and admire the vitality of youth again, ahh, he's definitely not being given any Looks right now and he's not at all pleased with himself. No way.]

Then I think they can handle one night like this.

[checkmate... anyway, circling back,] You know them well? The hostess, at least.

[immortalpoet]

[he doesn't even know you and yet you're reading him for filth this is on SIGHT my man]

[He's absolutely now going to look away and grumble a little. Yeah. Whatever. People having fun while they're in a kidnapping weird city situation. Shouldn't be his problem!!]

...Yes. We're coworkers, I suppose. Or rather, I'm her supervisor.

[funburger]

[Sorry that's his special skill, it's empathy!! He can Sense a fellow old man who wants to look out for the youths...]

Oh, are you? That's lucky.

[To have familiar faces around, ah, so nice (conceptually). He's still looking out at the party and probably can't see Don from here, but hmm, they're all having so much fun out there that this big sour lamppost must be a good boss.]

Have you been in the city long? You seem to know a lot about it. Have there been any attacks?

[immortalpoet]

It's really not lucky.

[And he means it. Being a supervisor was NOT in the cards. And jury is very VERY out on him being a good boss.]

...Not for long. A month or so. No attacks, but you can't assume. Where I come from, bad things were always on the horizon.

[funburger]

[Surely it's lucky... She seems like a nice kid!! Tenma won't press, though; he's done enough reading for filth in one conversation already.]

I'm sorry to hear that. [...,] A good friend of mine had a... troubled upbringing, but he always tried to stay positive.

[And then he died, so, mmph-]

Sorry, sorry—I'm not trying to be dismissive. I must sound naive to you.

[immortalpoet]

It's one thing to be positive. It's another to be stupid.

[Naive...? He stares for a moment, before rolling his shoulders back with a little grunt of a noise. Stretching just a bit.]

...No. I understand. People who don't come from where we hail from don't seem to have such terrible circumstances on their doorsteps constantly. I should be calling you the lucky one.

[funburger]

[Lucky, huh... it's been ages since Tenma might have called himself lucky. It's all about perspectives, he supposes; this man and his company live in a world where the best thing to do is assume the worst, is that the point here? Tenma doesn't relate—but he's known people like that. So.]

Maybe I'm a bit of both.

[Naive and lucky, or positive and stupid - it could go either way.]

I'm only still here thanks to the hope of the people I've met. Having someone to hold on for is something irreplaceable, isn't it?

[Even if they're subordinates, he's projecting a lil--]

Can I get you a drink? For being good company.

[immortalpoet]

At least you're honest.

[About being a little stupid!!!!]

[He scowls a little at what he says next. Something irreplaceable.....]

[Something stings with that.]

.......I wouldn't know. [That comes out as quieter than he means to, and he's glad to be distracted away by the offer.] Good company? Now I have to add bad taste to the positive attitude and stupidity. But sure. Fine.

[funburger]

[THANKS...... but oh, awkward little quiet moment there, ah. He'll put that in his back pocket for some other time, thinking about the drinks now--]

Despite all odds, I'm an optimist.

[About making new friends, even if they call him stupid with bad taste. He refuses to consider "positive attitude" a negative trait...!!]

Is a beer alright? I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to cocktails.

[immortalpoet]

[It'll bite you.]

[He can't help it. Growing up in a place like the City makes you throw away all notions of hoping for a better tomorrow. And yet. And yet...]

[He nods.]

That's fine. I'm not one for cocktails myself. Far too fancy for me.