[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

[immortalpoet]

Really? I guess she has a similar attitude.

[One he can appreciate, at least.]

Fun? Have you met me? [He can't help it, offering a little smirk.] I don't think you are, though.

[gradenine]

[ roland automatically turns around to face him, then realizes his mistake when he looks at vergilius's facelessness. shit.

cautiously: ] What makes you say that...?

[immortalpoet]

[Oh, there he is. Something still seems a little off.]

You're looking like me over here, brooding and all. What happened?

[gradenine]

[ he does his best to look at vergilius in the eye... or at least, he thinks those are his eyes? he squints.

dammit, of all the times verg turns off his red gaze -- ]

...It's nothing. Just a little tired.

[immortalpoet]

...

[Is his gaze really that bright for him to squint?]

Ahn for your thoughts? [Or whatever they have for the equivalent of a "penny", look, PM verse is Something...] You can talk to me.

[gradenine]

[ "i killed her, vergilius. i killed the person who was responsible for our miseries with my own hands, and i don't regret it. in fact, i should've killed her harder --"

he shakes his head. he'd tell vergilius if he could, but just thinking about it blurs his vision even more, causing him to squint more. ]

I'm serious. I'll be back to normal soon enough, though.

[immortalpoet]

That just tells me that what's happening isn't normal.

[He could detect the tears behind that mask, once. Even here, there's something like misery behind that placid look.]

Did something happen?

[gradenine]

[ touche. roland even has to gall to chuckle at that. but this is exactly why roland shouldn't have let his guard down around vergilius, because the guy can read him too well.

and right now, roland can't even make out the other color's expression. ]

A lot of things have happened.

[ he tears his gaze away from vergilius and onto the cityscape below. ]

...You know the drill by now.

[immortalpoet]

Maybe I don't.

[It's not his place to pry. He knows that. But part of him feels like Roland is slipping away into some very dark pit, like where he was before.]

[Maybe it's folly to try to reach out after him.]

[The City says it's folly, anyways.]

Mm. I won't push you. But wallowing on things is my deal, not yours. Come on.

[gradenine]

What? You've seen me wallow before. In fact we did that recently.

[ insert flashback sequence of last month's bank thread ]

I'll be fine, it's just... [ clutches head. ] I can't talk about it now, even if I want to. And you're probably the only person in this damned City who won't judge me for it, so...

[immortalpoet]

That wasn't wallowing. You looked like you could rip off someone's head.

[Just Saying.]

...Then fine. We can meet up later. Color to...you know.

[gradenine]

That also counts as wallowing, you know. But yeah, I'll try.

[ he was wallowing violently ok

he pauses, and tries to hold his gaze on vergilius again like he used to. no dice.

... ]

This is an odd request, but could you uh... turn on your eyes for a hot second?

[ roland, ]

[immortalpoet]

....?

[huh. what]





[He lets the light come in, bright as anything, eerie in it's glow.]

Like so?

[gradenine]

[ ohhhh, so vergilius really is looking at him the entire time. whew! roland breathes a sigh of relief. ]

Thanks. I needed that.

[ ??? ]

[immortalpoet]

[??????????????? MATH LADY MEME]

You needed.....my gaze. Now I really know something's wrong with you.

[gradenine]

I'm literally one of the few people who can look you in the eye. What's so weird about that?

[ the red gaze truly helps in letting roland focus his own blurry eyesight onto verg, bless ]

1/2

[immortalpoet]

That so.






[...]

2/2

[immortalpoet]

[LITERALLY LETTING THE LIGHT FADE OUT WITHOUT A WORD JUST TO SEE HOW ROLAND REACTS]

[gradenine]

[ tf ]

The hell? What'd you do that for?

[ he squints again. where are your eyes, verg........ ]

[immortalpoet]

Roland.

Can you see my face?

[gradenine]

Yeah, your face is right... there.

[ points. yeah, that sure is vergilius's nose. maybe? ]

[immortalpoet]

For being such a hotshot with other things, you sure can be a piss-poor liar, Roland.

[He's scowling.]

What happened.

[gradenine]

I can't tell you. Not now.

[immortalpoet]

[His eyes are flaring, but not out of a request, this time.]

Why not.

[gradenine]

[ oh, he looks PISSED. the fact that roland can tell is actually a huge relief in and of itself. ]

It'd just makes things worse. And... it was only a matter of time anyway. Considering where we came from.