[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

Dream of the Endless | The Sandman | OTA

[hypnagothic]

[ a new* face comes up to the rooftop after following the telltale arrows, drawn by curiosity of the to-do that's apparently happening here. he stays on the fringes of the different areas, merely observing as people eat and drink, play or fight, hovering by the bar or the game table. he seems to be on the dramatic side of things, pale skin, blue eyes and black head-to-toe clothing, even that messy hair screams "goth" but in a fancy accent.

he says nothing while he observes, but he does turn his head to acknowledge anyone who approaches him.

* citation needed if you have actually seen this face before. maybe you have! maybe you've spoken with him, but if you approach him now, there's very little recognition in that intense gaze as it's turned on you. ]

[100more]

[ Hob has floated around the party a little, but hasn't engaged in too much. It's mostly a good chance to get a look at any new faces. There are so many now, it's probably impossible for him to keep track of them all.

The party games aren't really his style. At least, he's not comfortable enough to play spin the bottle with the other stranges for now. What is comfortable, is a familiar face, so he makes his way over to where Dream is existing on the outskirts of things. ]

Hello, old stranger. How are you getting on?

[hypnagothic]

Hob.

[ he gives him a shallow nod as he approaches. ]

I thought these lively festivities might be an opportunity to become familiar with the others also residing here.

[100more]

[ Hob glances around at the party and its proximity from Dream's chosen location. ]

And... you're doing that from way over here?

[hypnagothic]

[ he also glances outward, as if to see what Hob is looking for. ]

You believe there to be a better vantage point?

[100more]

[ He can't hide the amusement in his eyes. ]

In my experience, it's easier to become familiar with others if you approach them and say hello.

[ There has to be someone at the party Dream might be willing to talk to. ]

[hypnagothic]

[ there is; he is talking to you, Hob Gadling.

he looks back to Hob, faintly incredulous. ]

You speak of interacting with them.

[100more]

[ But he doesn't need to become familiar with Hob. He already knows Hob. ]

Yes. I am.

[hypnagothic]

[ the incredulity only increases. ]

Why?

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Sometimes you see things out of the corner of your eye that aren't there. A gust of wind makes the leaves look like an animal; a shadow looks like a person. Constantine is perfectly aware of this. She's been called to more than one job where the ghost in the house was nothing but a draft. (And she's charged her full rate to yell some fake Aramaic and make dramatic hand gestures and declare the place cleansed.)

So she skips over the shadow at the edge of the crowd for a second, dismissing it at pareidolia -- then glances back in surprise. That's no shadow, that's--

And then she's striding through the crowd up to him, clear annoyance on her face. ]

All right, what the hell is going on?

[hypnagothic]

[ he is undeterred by the annoyance clearly directed at him. ]

Constantine. It appears to be a social occasion.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Being undeterred by her annoyance is a great way to ratchet it up another notch. Good going. ]

What happened to you? Are you going to be vanishing on the regular?

[hypnagothic]

[ his own eyebrows raise slightly. ]

Ah. Hob did state that you were here, also, when an aspect of me was here before.

[keepgodwaiting]

An aspect of -- what?

[hypnagothic]

I only arrived here a short while ago. I have never been here before now.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ That gives her pause; there's a moment where she's pretty obviously forcing her train of thought to switch to a new track, and it's a bumpy fucking process. ]

[ She finally gets to the most important question: ]

So you don't have any idea how to get out of this place?

[hypnagothic]

[ he's politely(?) patient as she reorients her thinking, though his eyes never leave her face, doing that weird creepy thing where he never looks away. ]

I do not. Nor do I know how exactly we were forced to arrive.

[matermali]

[ For all Vanessa has gone around cautioning others on their abuse of excess in this fairy realm, she also can't fault the need for some sort of distractions. In idleness does madness fester, and they can only spend so many hours a day hunting the City for clues. It's also a grand opportunity to place the faces of others in the City.

One such figure seems to be keeping to himself rather than enjoying the festivities, keeping to the perimeter as an observer. Given Vanessa's usual state of watching, learning, she's quick to appreciate another who seems to be of a similar habit. Does he yearn, though? Does the thought of touch frighten and compel him to close a fist even whilst leaning in close?

She finds herself circling him with a slow pace, though far enough off it might be difficult to tell as she meanders through the people. Then again, it might be just as difficult not to feel how her pale eyes follow. Many in the City have revealed themselves to be something Other, but something about him is different. It's...familiar, but not in a manner she can comprehend.

When she does approach, it's with a cautious smile. Her words rasp, somehow scratching through the volume of the music without needing to raise her voice. ]

Have you found what you're seeking?

[hypnagothic]

[ he certainly seems like he could be Other with how still he stands, barely moving or even turning his head as he watches the revelers, only his eyes roving around the scenes before him. that sense of familiarity probably heightens as she approaches, his own pale eyes having caught hers just moments before, almost out of the corner of his own, and the way he does finally turn his face towards her as she steps closer feels like something she might have once dreamt about.

his own voice is low and a little breathy though somehow easily heard over the din, every word sounding like they've been etched in stone with how certain and confident they are. ]

You believe I seek something here?

[matermali]

[ Yes, it's a gaze that could keep one trapped if not careful, but she has always been drawn to the mirrors behind one's eyes, and for this she surely doesn't blink. Just outside of his captivity, she leans in to gaze at the creature while unseen claws tap at the glass that separates their truths. Whatever the scorpion sees, it isn't malice.

Nearly, the hint of a smile could almost dare to soften her features. ]

Everyone seeks something.

[hypnagothic]

[ there is no polite reciprocal smile, just more of that cool indifference. his eyes remain on hers, focused on her rather than looking over the whole of her form as she steps in closer. ]

Perhaps so. The same could then be said of you, lady.

[matermali]

[ Unbothered by his stoic gaze, she only smiles more at the response. Well, she can't deny that, even if she will always say she isn't like 'everyone'. In this matter, she may not be so different from anyone else, and yet what she's seeking can never be the same. It's a stark reminder of a conversation with Mr. Gray, but he had been the insistent one in that case. ]

For tonight? Merely company.

[ Finally, she'll tear her eyes away to glance over her shoulder towards where the music is drifting from. She's never heard music recorded like this before the City, but she had already experienced that surprise before the party. Now, she can only question the taste in music. It's...jarring. ]

I had hoped for dancing, but I could not imagine how to manage with the music offered.

[hypnagothic]

Then I daresay you will find what you are seeking with the company here present.

[ is he including himself in that? it's uncertain. what is certain is that he never actually answered her own question, but that seems to be by design.

he turns his own gaze back out as she does, but only after another moment or two, seeming to take in her profile before the staring could be considered rude. ]

There are many forms of dancing to be had, just as there is different music.

[matermali]

[ There's no argument on different types of dance, but in that particular instance her skill may be limited. Should she attempt to step away from the dances taught to her as a girl, she wonders if she could even manage without tripping over her skirts. ]

My last two dances needed no music at all.

[ Bittersweet memories, if only because they carry faces she doesn't know if she will see again. Her smile dips with a tilt of her head, but even through it she is trying to find a recognizable rhythm to the music.

Just as the song shifts, she looks back toward him. For her, there's no concern over appearing rude, staring for as long as she likes. His presence is captivating, and she's in no hurry to depart. ]

Do you have a favorite dance, then?

[hypnagothic]

Neither is reliant upon the other, but I understand them to be more enjoyable together. Under most circumstances.

[ her eyes meet hers when she looks back again. it's like a watchful cat, quietly keeping an eye on something nearby while the tail flicks idly behind them, only this stranger remains in keeping still. ]

I do not.