[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

cw mention of suicide

[horrifictie]

[ CONCEPTUALIZATION - Oh, this will be easy. You have plenty of things to draw inspiration from, true and fictional.
INLAND EMPIRE - Much of your life can hold a candle to the biggest, most awful, most tragic tales to ever be inked on paper.
DRAMA - Go ahead, sire! As the kids say: fuck him up. ]

I've tried to kill myself more times than I remember, I'm a union man working in manual labor before I came here, and I was afflicted with childhood polio.

continuing that cw

[petsthedog]

[OH ALRIGHT, getting right into the heavy stuff after all, it seems. Shinjiro’s eyes widen a little, but he knows right away it’s not the first one. People don’t just casually lie about that kind of thing if they haven’t been there; the reactions he’s gotten to his death and simply showing disinterest in returning to his old life are evidence enough of that, even without the details of the self-destruction he’s chased the last couple years. Hell, back in Japan, it wasn’t really something people talked about moreso than quietly accepted, looked the other other way about.

So...that leaves the other two. It could be the polio, Shinjiro vaguely recalls something he heard in class about it messing with people’s legs, but then, maybe that’s exactly why he included it.]

Second one, maybe?

[horrifictie]

Yeah, you're right. You're good at this game.

[ Said without a hint of irony, like he didn't dump some really inappropriate information for the situation. ]

[petsthedog]

[Being right is a strange feeling, here, because now he knows something he feels like he shouldn't, and part of him thinks he should say something about it, maybe at least that he knows what it feels like, but he wouldn't want someone in his business like that. He'd probably get his hackles up if someone tried to relate to him when he didn't ask for it, especially about things that are painful.

He's distracted enough by this line of thought that he ends up being noticeably delayed in answering, and he rubs his neck a little uncomfortably, suddenly wrong-footed in this conversation.]

You think? Never played much, honestly. Parties weren't really my thing, in school.

[This is, perhaps, slowly painting a picture of his own, albeit unintentionally. Someone who didn't do sports, wasn't really into parties, who ultimately dropped out of school. So -- the delinquent, the one who drifted through life without much in the way of ambition or goals. He'd have been content to be like that all the way into adulthood, if it hadn't all fallen apart.]

[horrifictie]

[ ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Yeah, this is not a guy who is scoring regularly. Or doing drugs, or getting drunk. Real *boring* kid.
INLAND EMPIRE - A loner at heart, yet within - a desire to be understood. As all people are at heart. ]

I don't remember how I was in school. All I know is that all my friends died young. [ Wow, kind of depressing? ] This might be a good moment to mention I'm an amnesiac.

[petsthedog]

[Well. Shinjiro's eyebrows are about to go on a journey here, disappearing into his beanie as they trek onward and upward to ever greater heights. Meanwhile his eyes, abandoned, simply stare at Harry like a deer in the headlights for a good fifteen seconds at least.

You know that moment where you short-circuit in such a way where you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind for the sake of saying anything at all? This is that moment.]

Is that why you kept trying to kill yourself?

[. . .]

Shit. Sorry. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to.

[horrifictie]

Oh, no, no. The suicide attempts were *before* the memory loss. I've been much better since I forgot everything about my life and most concepts in reality.

[petsthedog]

[That...hadn't been what he meant, actually, but the notion of clarifying that he was referring to being the last standing among his friends feels so utterly mortifying he'd rather melt through this rooftop than admit it, so he eagerly grabs onto this new subject, which at least feels less invasive, though he's starting to get the sense that maybe this guy does not...particularly have much in the way of "boundaries" to speak of.]

Con...grats?

[He practically cringes as it comes out of his mouth. The game had been one thing, but he's never been especially good at smalltalk or socializing.]

Do you, uh, know what happened? Or is it all still a blank.