[MINGLE, ESPECIALLY TO NEWCOMERS] ROOFTOP FESTIVITIES!!!

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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

[unrequite]

I don't want that, no. Although — wait, just a broken hand?

[ Midnight thinks about this very slowly. Hang on!!! ]

My doctor is also the bartender tonight. I think I'd upset him if I interrupted his job with his other job. I'll ask, though. Come with me. Let's get you a drink. Have you had something to drink yet, darling?

[immortalpoet]

"Just"?

[HAVING A BROKEN HAND ISN'T NICE, BUDDY!!!! But anyways, he lets out a little huff of a noise at the mention of the so-called bartender.]

I don't think Daan would even touch you if you got an injury that way. He'd call you a fool. So would I. [Hmmph.] No, I haven't. I don't plan on sticking here for long, though. I just had to put eyes on this idiocy, that's all.

[Not budging on the offer...]

[unrequite]

No harm in asking, I think. He wouldn't touch me anyway. Professional relationship.

[ Is... is that a joke or a yikes? Uh... Either way, Midnight clearly doesn't seem upset in the slightest. Seems like a fact of life to him. Anyway, Midnight's still thoughtfully trying to get this stranger to drink, or at least relax a bit. It's a party! A frown has no business being at a party. ]

You're not a dancer, you're not a partier, you're not a drinker... What do you do at social functions? Don't you get lonely?

[immortalpoet]

Professional, huh.

[Quickly labeling him under "master flirt" over here....dubiously............]

[He heaves a little sigh.]

I don't go to these things. No point. If I do, I'll drink and leave.

[He really is no fun.]

[unrequite]

[ Yes, the master flirt... Or, uh, he's very determined, anyway. That counts for something, probably.

Midnight takes a sip of his drink, which is truly going to prepare him for the consequences of his next question. Surely. ]

"No point"...? Then why do parties exist? They are a manmade invention, after all. There was a need for them, clearly.

[immortalpoet]

Just because other people enjoy them doesn't mean all do.

[He's leveling him with a pointed stare now, red eyes a little brighter.]

Same reason why alcohol exists. Or temptations exist. Selfish desire.

[unrequite]

Oooh, you're an ascetic. That's so nice.

[ Midnight means that, too. He says it with a little amusement, yes, but his love for the range of human experience extends to that which he doesn't understand, too. ]

Are you a guardian of some sort, then? A chaperone? How in the world did you come to find this party?

[immortalpoet]

Are you calling me a priest, of all things?

[HELLO???????]

[He snorts.]

I saw the obnoxious flyers. Thought it was someone I knew who was behind this. And here I am.

[unrequite]

Here you are. And now you've met me.

[ Midnight laughs. ]

I'm Midnight. You're no priest, I already know that. Just someone who rejects the joys of hedonism. I do like that. Tell me all about it. What joys do you experience in your patient stoicism?

[immortalpoet]

Think you're some kind of big shot?

[Hmmph.]

I experience the nice joy of not having to deal with obnoxious people on the regular. A shame that life keeps throwing that at me.

[unrequite]

Of course I do. I am.

[ Said immediately, with the confidence reserved for big fish in small ponds and idiots. Is it one of the above or just drunken arrogance? Man, who knows. ]

I'd have words with life if it brought me that much grief, personally. Or does your asceticism extend to a teeth-gritted tolerance of a wide variety of injustices as well?

[immortalpoet]

Sure you are.

[doubt.jpg]

Depends on what you mean by "injustices".

[unrequite]

Well, this one, for example. I'd imagine that the only thing stopping you from leaving the conversation right now is some respect for social propriety, in that I really don't mean harm and you have the time for that which you find trivial. But isn't it frustrating to have to wait any longer? Like waiting for a pot to boil, or a train to arrive.

[immortalpoet]

[A huff, maybe a semblance of a laugh.]

I'm waiting to see if you offer anything else besides acting like a smug little peacock. But honestly, you are interested in me, and I don't really know why.

[unrequite]

[ Midnight laughs. Oh, that's a good one. It's usually angry boyfriends leveling that one at him. ]

Right now? I like you because you're not pretending. I like it when people tell me the truth. It's much simpler than trying to navigate around someone very kind but too afraid to tell me how they feel or what they think. Not much more complicated than that, I think.

[immortalpoet]

The truth, huh.

[He seems to consider that for a moment, glancing out to the crowd. A moment of silence, before he starts to shift past Midnight to the bar.]

I'm going to get a drink.

[Oh, seems like there's progress? He isn't telling Midnight not to join him, at least?]

[unrequite]

[ Midnight hums in acknowledgment, turns to follow the stranger to the bar, his nose in his cup as he takes a deep swallow of his drink. Happy as a clam. He's somewhat obsessed at this point... then again, that's just an average Monday. ]

Tell me what your order is. I'll remember it.

[immortalpoet]

My order? You think I'll have something complicated?

[A little shake of the head, his bangs cascading over his bright eyes.]

Something strong. That's all. Like whiskey or something.

[unrequite]

[ Takes his liquor straight. Duly noted. Midnight continues to drink, committing that knowledge to a less sloshed corner of his mind. ]

Not complicated, no. Just... specific. Not picky or choosy. You seem like you already know exactly what you like, is all.

[immortalpoet]

You think I'm a definite kind of man. I guess that's true.

[He's not exactly the type to be superfluous.]

...What about you? What's your poison?

[unrequite]

Besides you?

[ Midnight laughs. Would he play games like this while sober? Yes, probably. ]

I'm not picky. Most champagnes will do me, but I like trying new things when I can.

[immortalpoet]

Come on.

[GIVING HIM A "ARE U BEING SRS" LOOK....and letting out a sigh.]

Champagne fits you. I'm guessing big loud parties are your style, too.

[unrequite]

[ ... Midnight winks. uuuughghhh. ]

They are. Grand occasions where people can talk, play games, learn about each other. Refreshments. I don't need much else in life, honestly.

[ He does realize other people need other things — fewer people for introverts and so on — but parties make him happy. As many as he can fit into a day! ]

[immortalpoet]

[he does not Get extroverts]

Guess you're the kind of guy who can't stand yourself. Or boredom. Or both.

[unrequite]

Oh? People can tell if you don't like yourself enough to appreciate the company of others, I've found. Easiest way to find yourself with the company that's temporary at best.

[ He doesn't say it, but it's clear Midnight finds himself fascinating. Of course he does. ]