[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

[worldexecute]

That's nice. ( anyway. ) About the robot. Did they...

( ...no, how should she put this..? )

To you, personally. Do you think of them as a mere machine, or are they a person to you?

[petsthedog]

Huh?

[He looks a little perplexed by the question, blinking a couple times.]

I mean, it ain't like she's a toaster or some shit. Never exactly talked to her much or anything but the others did, so. That probably counts?

[worldexecute]

( shinjiro doesn't know it, but angela is judging him, watching and cataloging how he responds— maybe it's unfair to decide if someone is worth her breath based on the reaction to such a question, but she does feel herself relax a little at "she", and at some recognition of personhood on his part.

not a toaster. not just a machine. they weren't close, though others he knew were closer to her. summarily, they probably treated her just like any other person, even if she wasn't like them at all...

...she feels a little jealous of this robot, but she smothers it, nodding in acknowledgement of his answer. she doesn't have to worry about that anymore. but still, if she had been shown the same kindness, that same acknowledgement, maybe she wouldn't have had to... )

I appreciate the answer, though I'm sure the question was unexpected. ( she knows. ) I've... known similar AIs who were only considered machines by those who encountered them, disregarding their feelings and growth entirely.

( ... )

[petsthedog]

[This has such "asking for a friend" energy to it, but Shinjiro doesn't have any interest in prying. If she isn't human and wants to hide it, that's no business of his. Or maybe she really is just that invested in the treatment of robots? Hell if he knows.]

People are stupid. Half the time they don't know what even other humans are thinkin' or feelin', and even less of those actually give a shit.

[He rolls his shoulder in a shrug.]

Besides, what's it matter what other people think, anyway? If they know they're people, everyone else can just fuck off.

[This is how you do supportive, right. #nailedit.]

[worldexecute]

( ...this is acceptable. )

I think so too. ( it really should not matter! it does but it shouldn't. ) ...To continue our game, allow me to offer my own two truths and a lie.

( kind of only fair since she learned about him, she thinks. )

I was the manager of an energy corporation, I do not have a mother, and I am a very desired person.

[petsthedog]

[Hmmm. She seems kind of young for the first one? The second is eminently believable; even if he's wrong about the robot assumption, it's not like he's had a mother himself since he was very young. The third--well, he's not sure what's meant by the third, honestly. It could be that she's got a lot of friends or suitors, but what she said earlier about people disregarding AI feelings for their own purposes could be a clue here.

So:]

Goin' with the energy corporation.

[worldexecute]

( ...this was unfair to put him to. all three are lies and all three are truths, technically. angela works out which one is easier to elaborate and smiles slightly. )

Correct. I was a managerial assistant. While I did do some managing of my own while the real manager was gone, it was generally in preparation for his arrival and to assist him further on. ( mmm. that's a good way to handle it. ) I was very good at my job--I had many, many years of experience under my belt by the time he arrived.

[petsthedog]

Makes sense.

[He doesn't really know much about working in a company, honestly; being a high-school dropout makes it more difficult to access those kinds of jobs. A stretch of silence follows. He is absolutely terrible at smalltalk, unfortunately. He generally prefers to avoid it as much as possible, but it's ultimately to be expected at a party.

At length:]

...Sounds like you guys worked pretty well together.

[Where's his You Tried sticker.]

[worldexecute]

( he's trying so hard, but this is not really a happy topic... she's quiet, lips pressed together thin, before she exhales slowly--almost a sigh, but not quite. )

I suppose we did. I believe he found my assistance helpful, though he didn't often say so. After a while, he didn't even need to speak with me.

( ... )

What did you do? Before here.

( this is a topic change. please take it. )