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- arknights: midnight,
- chainsaw man: denji,
- cyberpunk red: emerick kline,
- dceu: harley quinn,
- dogs b&c: badou nails,
- fear & hunger: daan,
- ffvii: reno,
- ffxiv: hythlodaeus,
- ffxiv: thancred waters,
- ffxiv: yshtola rhul,
- ffxv: prompto argentum,
- honkai sr: welt yang,
- library of ruina: angela,
- library of ruina: gebura,
- library of ruina: netzach,
- library of ruina: roland,
- library of ruina: yesod,
- limbus company: don quixote,
- limbus company: vergilius,
- mass effect: kaidan alenko,
- mcu: nebula,
- monster: kenzo tenma,
- nevermore: lenore vandernacht,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- persona 3: shinjiro aragaki,
- svsss: shen yuan,
- the sandman: dream of the endless,
- the sandman: hob gadling,
- the sandman: johanna constantine,
- zero escape: junpei
[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
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.
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:
- 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.
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Are you a fan of them?
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[ she-- hold on. sinclair would have a heart attack if he saw this. actually she has a lot of friends right now that would but it's fine, don doesn't care, she's undoing the string around the bottom of her blouse to open it up and...
there are... so many pins inside... of all sorts of offices and their fixers, one more recognizable than others. as she is a color. ]
I have admired them for a long while, and I wish to follow in their righteous footsteps! Particularly the Red Mist's, but it is difficult to find merchandise of here these days... It is pricey for a collector, that is for certain.
[ one day......... maybe a replica mimicry........ ]
Before thee speak, I have heard it before -- I am aware of the reputation Fixers have garnered, but I do not think any of one of them would leave someone in need, "salaried" or not. We are heroes of the people!
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I've met a lot of Fixers. Some of them treat each other like family. For others, they're just coworkers. The Red Mist wasn't the type to just fight without pay all the time, but she did take on at least one job because she believed in its ideals.
( ...that's sour on her tongue. she's continuing. )
If anyone's warned you off of your idealistic approach to Fixers, it's only out of worry.
( kindness is a virtue, but it's a major weakness. philip... )
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she
didn't dismiss or demean don for her thoughts, which she'd been prepared to defend just as she always had, and for a moment don doesn't know what to say. she draws her blouse close, tying the bow gently again. sinclair doesn't either -- whatever his thoughts, he listens to don and returns the conversation positively, but for a stranger from their city to be the same... mm. ]
I do not care if it is worry or not, [ she finally says, but it isn't irritant or defensive. it's firm, yes, but with an edge of gratitude to angela's words. ] It is because we ought to do better, so that those who live tomorrow will be able to breathe easier than they did today -- and as Fixers, we are honored enough to handle it. There is little to gain in isolating oneself, miss, or knowing when to cut things off.
[ oh, you can tell who she's been talking to ]
It is only through our bonds with other that we may find strength enough to step forward in times of duress -- by their presence, or the loss of it. Is that not so?
peace dont read this tag until i say you can. unfortunately its vague ruina spoilers
"through our bonds" strikes something in her, and angela frowns slightly, just the smallest change in her expression. )
I wonder. My own experience with such things hasn't been as positive as your words imply it should be. ( no, in fact, it'd been the opposite, hadn't it? had any of that care been real, or was it all a façade? the words she'd been given, the understanding, the acceptance of being more than a machine—of being her own person. ...maybe it was, to either. either way, it makes her stomach turn. her voice lowers, a quivering beneath it all, for just the two of them to hear. ) If your friends abandoned you—if they secretly abhorred you the entire time they acted friendly with you, grew close to you, built a trusting relationship with you—when you discovered that, would you really be able to step forward?
( sorry. sorry. don quixote doesn't deserve this at two-truths-and-a-lie. )
literally so sick on my own party log
her fists clench; the pain grounds only somewhat and her gaze turns briefly to look about the crowd for-- for someone, but it turns back to the other woman soon enough, not eager to give away the very friend she'd speak so unkindly of. ]
... I do not appreciate thine assumptions of my fellows.
[ the gratitude gone and something hot in its place, an anger barely kept in check (because there's nothing wrong with questions, it isn't a reason to throw the gauntlet in this life) ]
Have thee any choice but? When one's family dies, do thee merely rot where they lay? When thou'rt surrounded by lives lost in battle, do thee allow thyself to let their sacrifice be in vain? It is painful, and I may linger yet, I may yearn to know why... the times we hath spent by each other's sides may have been nothing but play, but the feelings we shared then -- are those not real? One cannot help but grow attached to others, no matter how hard they try not to be; that is a fact, miss, but so is that one cannot live hammering nails through their feet.
[ even if her own were bloody and torn to shreds, even if they all turned their back on her... all of the sinners know what it's like to be alone, to be lonely; it isn't a fate they'd like to return to, but it's at least familiar in its ache. the dullness of it throbs in her chest, and she'd like nothing more than that gentle hand in hers. ]
Not every smile will have been false, nor will have every spoken word a lie! I am sorry that thine experience hath been an unpleasant one, but the strength gained, the steps taken, from such a relationship is real. If nothing else, that is to be treasured!
looks up
( it hurts if it wasn't all fake, and it hurts if it was just all a ploy to gain her trust. it hurts either way, but at least one of those is a bridge than can be repaired if she even wants to consider that. angela's shoulders shake a little as she forces herself to swallow her own growing frustration, the heat that rises up from her belly the longer she dwells on this—
she closes her eyes. her heart beats heavy in her chest and loud in her ears. )
We've learned enough about each other. I appreciate the opportunity to play with you, but I'll be taking my leave. ( more controlled, but it's forced. she— manners. angela opens her eyes slightly, gaze sharp. ) ...I'll do what I should have done before we started, though. An introduction. I'm Angela, director and head of The Library.
looks off
don's anger had been from a source of offense on behalf of the others, but angela's was from something far more real -- her tension slacks a little, hands unclenching and gaze
well, just a little pitying, maybe. ]
Don Quixote, Fixer of Limbus Company. And... prithee do not think thou must leave entirely, for I do wish this night to be memorable in a fun way; I cannot say if something was real or not on the end of the person thou hath spoken of, but to thee, were they not real?
[ were they not friends, to her? did she not find strength from that bond? wasn't she able to step forward confidently because of that hand (dagger hidden in the sleeve) pressing her on? ]
I thank thee for thy company, Lady Angela, and am pleased to make thine acquaintance. It is my hope that we are able to speak again someday.
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angela tucks away the name, the face, diligent as if don quixote was a guest. )
I don't often have the pleasure of second conversations, so I hope we will, too. Thank you for the party. I... ( her gaze skips elsewhere, then back to her. ) ...I'm going to read.
( just find somewhere more quiet, sit down with the book gripped tightly in her arms, and read.
she'll excuse herself with not much fanfare and do just that now, actually. )