[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

[unrequite]

Besides you?

[ Midnight laughs. Would he play games like this while sober? Yes, probably. ]

I'm not picky. Most champagnes will do me, but I like trying new things when I can.

[immortalpoet]

Come on.

[GIVING HIM A "ARE U BEING SRS" LOOK....and letting out a sigh.]

Champagne fits you. I'm guessing big loud parties are your style, too.

[unrequite]

[ ... Midnight winks. uuuughghhh. ]

They are. Grand occasions where people can talk, play games, learn about each other. Refreshments. I don't need much else in life, honestly.

[ He does realize other people need other things — fewer people for introverts and so on — but parties make him happy. As many as he can fit into a day! ]

[immortalpoet]

[he does not Get extroverts]

Guess you're the kind of guy who can't stand yourself. Or boredom. Or both.

[unrequite]

Oh? People can tell if you don't like yourself enough to appreciate the company of others, I've found. Easiest way to find yourself with the company that's temporary at best.

[ He doesn't say it, but it's clear Midnight finds himself fascinating. Of course he does. ]

[immortalpoet]

...That so.

Do you think you have any flaws? Even one.

[unrequite]

Besides normal human frailty? None I can think of off the top of my head.

[ Very prompt, glib answer. But he's drunk, so his instinct just to leave it there battles with his other instinct to be honest. It loses this time... He pauses, thinking. How about from the bottom of his head? ]

Used to be a poor judge of character. Bad at reading emotion. I've improved at both, though.

[immortalpoet]

...

[Hm.]

[He stares at Midnight for a long moment, red eyes boring in.]

Something like that will eat you in the end. People will take advantage of it. Good on you for fixing it, though if you're interacting with me, I suppose you still need to work on it.

[unrequite]

[ Midnight laughs easily. ]

What's to say I don't like what I see?

[ Have his friends begged him to have higher standards? Well... Generally, his friends don't meet the people he should have higher standards for. This is deliberate. ]

not here

[icanfixer]

[ by the fucking wings please do not flirt with her boss don is keeping an eye on him to make sure there's no rudeness afoot and she is Will turn a blind eye ]

[unrequite]

[ gworl me too 🙄🤧 ]

also not here technically

[immortalpoet]

[verg: don fuck off]



[verg later: DON THERE'S A WEIRD VAMPIRE CAT OUTSIDE IT KEEPS FLIRTING WITH ME THE FUKING THING]

nya

[unrequite]

i'm cryisngfdwsfd

[immortalpoet]

[me: time to go to sleep]


[me with thoughts of midnight cat: never mind <3]

[unrequite]

[ you'd better watch out

you'd better watch out

you'd better watch out ]

[immortalpoet]

[again the look of ARE U SRS]

Uhuh. What's next, are you going to flirt with a brick wall?

[unrequite]

Well, if the brick wall has the wherewithal to consider the proposition, I might consider it. It comes down to personality at that point.

[ ... How! Serious! Is! He!?!? Serious!?!? Unserious???????? ]

[immortalpoet]

[okay he'll actually snort at that because wtf]

[unrequite]

[ 👌 gottem /posi

Midnight grins. Well, it's a start. ]

Tell me your name. Call me Midnight.

[immortalpoet]

[verg right now (mc paint depiction)]

...Midnight? Was Dawn taken? The name's Vergilius.

[unrequite]

[ He's right and he should say it. ]

Vergilius... Lovely. You know, I have no idea if "Dawn" was taken. I was surprised when Midnight was approved, seems like the sort of thing one would want for a codename. Perhaps they were saving it for me.

[ ... Backstory unlocked...? ]

[immortalpoet]

...Codename?

What, are you some kind of agent? Spy?

[unrequite]

Operative, actually. Midnight, Reserve Ops A6. Civilian corps. Paramilitary.

[ Midnight shrugs. ]

In practice, we're more of an oddjobs service than a combat unit. Lots of private investigation, some light sorties, but the more serious missions go to the veterans.

[immortalpoet]

Oh. Hm.

[That actually sounds like...]

You sound like a Fixer. My profession. Though most Fixers don't do anything as fancy as being in a reserve army or something.

[unrequite]

Rhodes Islands is a bit different, yes.

[ Midnight drains the rest of his drink, sighs happily. That was a good one. Can't wait for more. ]

You sound like Miss Gebura. Are you acquainted with her? Gorgeous woman, red hair, tongue on her like fire.

[ ... So he likes her a bit! ]