[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

[immortalpoet]

Mm. That's right.

[What she said next makes him raise an eyebrow, before he glances away, almost a little distant.]

I don't know about that. He was happy. But..."that is that and this is this". I don't feel that phrase suited him at all.

[worldexecute]

( ...hmmm? )

He says it so often now, it's hard for me to think that it doesn't suit him. ( it suits him a little too well, even. ) What makes you feel it doesn't?

[immortalpoet]

I don't have a specific answer. But it feels like something he took on instead of something that came from him.

[He even said as much to him, once.]

[worldexecute]

( ah. she understands. )

Well, if it helped him cope with her death... or if it at least allowed him to compartmentalize it, then it's not a bad thing for him to have picked it up.

( she says, not entirely meaning it, but even she's used it against him before. that is that, and this is this. )

[immortalpoet]

He was using it before that Pianist business went down. But....regardless. I'm not the one to pass judgement on who he is or who he was.

[Not as if they knew each other. Not really. Even though he would've liked to. Even if he dreamed of a world for him.]

...What kind of work was he doing for you?

[worldexecute]

( verg babe please he isn't calling you back get better taste )

Receiving guests, collecting books, answering whatever questions I had for him... Among other minor administrative duties.

( regular librarian duties. okay, maybe the questions part isn't, but that's his special privilege. )

[immortalpoet]

[no he refuses <3]

[Part of that makes him squint, though, lights of his eyes glimmering.]

...Books?

[worldexecute]

( why is books notable? angela stares at him for a moment, quiet. )

...He hasn't told you? ( no, maybe she shouldn't be that surprised. roland has people who call him "friend", but they don't know the first thing about his work. a sigh. ) I'm aware he's not exactly fond of the work I ask of him, but to think he never speaks a word about it at all...

( maybe it's better he doesn't. really, maybe she shouldn't be so informational about it either, but that had been her role for an eternity: to explain to others the function of their job, of the corporation they had come to. it's an easy, natural rhythm for her to fall into, discussing her library. )

[immortalpoet]

No, he hasn't. Then again, that's Fixers for you. We keep our worlds separate as much as possible if we can help it.

[Though sometimes things intersect, and...well.]

Is it a difficult job you make him do?

[worldexecute]

No more difficult than what he had to do as a Fixer, but he did tell me once he'd like to retire from that.

( it's just other circumstances making it bad, and angela isn't interested in divulging details. )

[immortalpoet]

Was he killing people for you?

[He says, as bluntly as ever.]

Fixers don't "retire", really. Even Roland found that out the hard way.

[worldexecute]

Does anything back home work without a blood price?

( so: yes. )

...If there was a different way, I would have sought it.

[immortalpoet]

...

[A long pause. "Books". Doing work like a Fixer.]

[He has to ask. Just to quell the question burning in his chest.]

Was your place of work the Library?

[worldexecute]

( well, they were a star of the city. it only makes sense for them to be known--she would be more surprised if someone hadn't heard of the library, the way she will be when she talks to don quixote later tonight and hears it's only spoken of in passing instead of a living, breathing thing.

even with her decision. )

Yes. Multiple librarians from there are here as well, though not all of them.

( and wings-willing, binah and hokma will NOT be showing up. )

[immortalpoet]

[Something crosses his face, difficult to read - a reflection of the sudden pit in his stomach, feeling like its gnawing on a raw wound.]

[He...he has to ask. He has to.]

Iori. The...Purple Tear. Did you encounter her.

[worldexecute]

( angela tries to decipher the look as she answers, not wanting to be caught off-guard by a third color. he's a difficult read though, as difficult as any of them she's met--

maybe that's what makes one a color fixer. being hard to parse. it applies to all of them she's met so far. )

She was a guest, yes.

[immortalpoet]

....

[That's what he heard. Confirmation. So then, the follow-up question.]

How did she escape?

[worldexecute]

Escape? She didn't.

( not to her knowledge, at least. they have her book. angela has her page right here in her own perfect record. unless-- )

...Unless something's gone wrong with my Library now that I'm here, every guest we've received should still be there.

[immortalpoet]

Ha.

[The laugh, if it can be called that, escapes his chest like a punch to the air.]

Well, she did. Your Library security is lacking there, Miss Librarian.

ok we did great team. but now it's unavoidable spoilers time.

[worldexecute]

( it isn't, because her library is infallible--

no. she discarded her security because they were going to turn against her--just like roland had. who could blame them? again she had defied their dreams. again she had been selfish. could they have lived with themselves if they stood by and let angela release abnormality after abnormality on the city, her ideal revenge? freedom for her, for those who were used like tools by others, for we who sufferer agonies we had to simply swallow...

angela shakes her head to clear it and to denounce him, her (new, fresh, human) heart beating quickly. )

Impossible. In such a short time, she... then the others, could they also...? ( the reverberation? those monsters? angela grips her book tighter--she can't just turn a blind eye if this is true, if this is the reality brought about by her presence in this city.

oh, freedom. she knew you. she loved you. she detested you. it hadn't been worth it in the end. ) What of The Blue Reverberation?

( she has to know. )

(third warning bgm blaring)

[immortalpoet]

As far as I know, he's still out of the picture. But, oh, are you telling me we might be graced with his presence again, too?

[This all feels like a crumbling house of cards. One after the other. The others. There were others, of course.]

[He pulls back his bangs with a hand in a notably agitated gesture, his red gaze as bright and eerie as ever.]

What a fucking mess. At least if you kill people, let them stay dead.

[worldexecute]

( she should feel more threatened, and she is--but she's occupied too, her brow furrowing. )

...Why would her book open before that nutcase's and his group...? She visited before he did. Unless it's waking them up at random? No, the Light shouldn't act on its own like that as long as the Library is standing and I haven't asked... ( her words are quick and soft, and she slowly steps away. how...? is the answer in this stupid book she was convinced would solve her problems?

she needs to read it more. she needs to study it. she needs-- )

Vergilius. Allow me to go over this on my own time, and I'll find us both an answer.

[immortalpoet]

...

[The sigh he exhales is so exhausted, so annoyed, that it almost burns in his throat.]

Even if you do, it's already too late. She made her movements. She even pulled out a monster from who knows where. Maybe your Library. Sweeping up the pieces won't make the vase unbreak itself.

[He shakes his head. It's not fair. It's never fair. That wonderful Christmas, destroyed in an instant. He steps after her, reaching out to grab her wrist.]

What the hell were you even trying to accomplish with that thing? That Library?

[worldexecute]

( he can grab it--she pulls a little, but not much, her gaze finding his.

wings, he's terrifying. )

I... ( her voice falters, grows small, then swells again. ) I wanted to live. I wanted freedom. Is that so wrong?

[immortalpoet]

...You?

[That...surprises him.]

[He's heard so many times about things done for the greater good. Or even desires that were insane, like that Jumsoon and his art and refraction experiments.]

I....what? [He falters, even if his grip doesn't.] It was all about you? Not some kind of technology?