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[MINGLE, ESPECIALLY TO NEWCOMERS] ROOFTOP FESTIVITIES!!!

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

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[ wings if only don had a normal upbringing she could actually find people attractive. unfortunately what she's into is hard to define. it's attitude and actions so good luck bestie!!!!! rooting for you!!!!! ]

Doctor Daan really is a nice person, is he not? He made me a drink earlier that was most delicious, fruity and sweet... But I am glad to hear, for it is my first time throwing such an event and I confess, I felt as if a bird had been let loose within my chest -- I would not say I was nervous, but excitement is not quite it either.

[ ... no yeah it was nervousness, she just doesn't want to admit it. the drink settling back into her helps. ]

[ Aw... Well, Midnight's pretty chill with his feelings going unrequited anyway. Also, she seems a tiny bit baby, although that speaks more to her personality than anything else. Like, cute enough to eat? Nom nom nom, and so on. (That he can make that literal does not escape him, which is why he thinks so deeply about the difference in the first place.)

He sits properly, notes that he's still got his coat on, and removes it, grimacing. He is sweating under it at the moment. Alcohol. ]

Sounds a bit like anticipation to me. Waiting for something you've been excited for, but with enough emotion to affect one's nerves. You do seem quite relaxed, which speaks well to your drinking experience. Do you happen to remember the name of your drink?

[ anticipation... yeah, that sounds right, don'll not with a small grin as she gets comfier. this is fine now. ]

Nay, only that it had strawberries! It was a variation of one that used lime prior, so I think that I shall call it...

[ ... give her a bit, staring up at the sky. hmmmmmmmm. ]

Sweet Succor of Strawberries. I am certain he will know what thee mean, should my name come up in conversation.

[ ...

yeah. ]

[ ... Sooooooo cute. Oh dear goodness. Midnight reaches over and pats her on the head. He doesn't mean for it to be a condescending gesture, she just seems very fluffy at the moment. ]

Sweet Succor of Strawberries. I will strive to remember to tell the good doctor of this grand title. Such effort in one's creative pursuits should never go ignored, after all. I do anticipate my turn with such a grand elixir.

[ ... Oh no, they're both extra. Oh god. Oh man. ]

[ oh wings. they're both extra. this is great. don doesn't mind the head pat, roland's ruffled her hair on more than one occasion it just always surprises her when it's not from. rodya or gregor or heathcliff. even if the last does it because she's a "little lass" and it's to make fun of her height. ]

I doth believe that thee should enjoy it, if thou'rt a connoisseur of drinking delights! It is-- [ a small giggle ] It is very easy to drink as well, for me, so I fear I may have to be careful next I seek our good man out.

[ not that daan won't cut someone off, probably, but it's very much "hmm the first didn't seem to do anything (when i drank it too fast) i should have a second" and then being hit by the first in the middle of the second, but you've had a second so what's a third, ]

I have someone to take me home, before thee kindly offer. Um... He is about somewhere, though he is not one to make himself stand out. I intend to be much trouble for him, for it is quite nice to be fussed at!

A connoisseur! Oh, I do like that.

[ He removes his hand after a moment, then folds it under his chin, listening to the young miss chatter on for a bit. There's a laugh at the end of her last declaration. ]

Had I a drink, I would toast to that. It's nice to know that you're in someone's thoughts. To be dear to someone else, even if they must wrap it up in such a fuss. It's why I like drinking with my friends... They get very concerned for me, you know.

[ ... Midnight, you... you probably shouldn't say that like it's a point of pride. He just loves his friends dearly, and he thinks that it's very nice that they drag him home when he's being a drunk idiot. ]

[ to be dear to someone else... for some reason, perhaps with the alcohol's help, it pangs something in her heart -- is she dear to him? even as a friend, is she not trouble and trouble alone? he is dear to her, that is for certain. why else would she...

anyway, it's an apparent point of pride for both of them! ]

Oh, we are twin souls in that, my dear companion! There are some I do not like to trouble though, for I wish to... [ ... hold on let her think of her words ] I wish to be relied on, and tend to them if they need it -- I can only be so free towards Sinclair, that is my friend of whom I speak so fondly, because we have fought at each others' sides, and we know the other as well as ourselves.

[ for

the most part, anyway. combat wise. what they can take wise. maybe not everything else, private as any sinner is, but. the important parts for work. ]

Do thee also? Have ones that thou wish not to trouble, to be relied on by.

[ Midnight listens very closely, settling down on his bean bag while keeping eye contact, humming in agreement. This Sinclair must be very important if they are the exception rather than the rule.

He hums. ]

What a wonderful thing, to be known like that.

[ Midnight readjusts, takes in a breath, and makes a thoughtful noise at her question. ]

Perhaps it's more accurate to say that it isn't one or the other for me. I don't mind being a burden when it comes to my lighter vices, or my occasional bouts of selfishness. Nor do I begrudge those sorts of things in my friends. I like them for the ways they rely on me in those times. It's nice to be needed.

[ There's a beat. Midnight has another thought there, weighs it to see if it fits the conversation. But what of the heavier things? ]

I do try to carry myself, though. I think that's one thing I can do for others, you know. Trying to... care for myself in a way I know they'd care for me.

[ ... Well, that's harder, especially given that it feeds into his aversion to asking for real help... He's working on it, though. ]

[ so very, very important -- beyond what she can even understand herself, sometimes, save for the honest fact that she wants to be one of the reasons he can smile. even if it means making a deal with someone she hates to protect him, even if it means getting used to a vegetable she abhors, even if...

anyway, don nods in understanding to midnight's words, for they very much reflect her own thoughts; she does not mind being a burden on her friends in smaller ways, though she's more often that when it comes to the grander scale of her own justice back home, and to be relied on for the same is nice. the last bit though... well. strikes a little too close, and she gives a long sigh as she watches her new friend. ]

Verily, thou hath spoken soundly and true. There are... simply some things others do not need concern themselves with, that I am able to handle myself, though I do not know if they would approve of the way in which I handle it. It is as they say -- if something is not broke, do not fix it, no?

[ if her tendency to withdraw or shut down whatever feeling doesn't match her current goal or appearance hasn't hurt her yet, then what's the harm? there's no need to show off an open wound after all. ]

[ There is both the mirror, and the trap in the mirror: Midnight sees the exact problem with saying what she's been saying, but understands the hypocrisy in trying to point out the contradiction as well. After all, he's only just met his good host, and there are some things that should be said by strangers and some things that should be said by friends.

Still... there are things that can only be said by strangers. Midnight's good at being a good stranger. ]

I think I only feel that way when I find myself burdened with the task of having the best answer to the problem at hand. Perhaps it's a bit arrogant, but I do like to think myself capable of caring for everyone in ways they cannot care for themselves... And I want to think that there are ways that they can care for me where I cannot. That there's a place where I "fit", if you follow my meaning.

... I do.

[ and she does, though perhaps in a slightly different way than what he means -- at the very least, the latter part of where they can care for her in ways she cannot care for herself is true enough, but it's rumination that she knows is unlike her. so don won't elaborate more on it, stretching out like a cat before curling up again.

time to move on. she's good at that. ]

What a marvelous night it is, isn't it, good ser? I shall miss it once it has ended. There is something about good company and good food that makes one feel at home, even in the most strange and alien of places.

A good party always does that. It's necessary, I think, in a place like this.

[ Midnight's slowly becoming aware that he's found a bit of a kindred spirit, so he doesn't elaborate much further than that. He's pretty sure she understands what he means. ]

You should throw them more often, you know. I'm an avid attendee of any good party, and this one is one of the finest I've been to.

Oh, thou art a flatterer! But I do wish to, for it has been far more fun to host one that I had thought it would be.

[ too bad verg's gonna ban her from it and she'll follow his word as law. she'll find ways around it... don lives on technicalities. and, much the same as midnight feels towards her, so is she becoming somewhat aware herself -- just like with junpei, with heine and badou, with few others...

it's nice. don kicks her feet on the beanbag. ]

Whenever I plan another, do expect the second invitation to come thy way. The first is, of course, reserved for my roommate. What kinds of party have thee attended, my good man? Tell me of a few, so that I know how I may top this yet.

[ As soon as Midnight figures out that the man he hit on about an hour ago then develops a mildly complex relationship with later this month is also Don's boss, he will join her in said mischief because he has no idea how to be delicate about anything and thinks making people like Vergilius mad is kind of funny. He's stupid, though. ]

Very kind of you, and very splendid for your roommate.

[ ... He puts his head down and kicks his legs as well, deep in thought. This is a slumber party vibe. ]

I've attended a great many. Birthdays, bridal showers, corporate celebrations, finals week... the odd divorce party. I think my favorites tend to be birthdays. There's a certain rhythm to the event, you know, and most everyone has a good grasp of what's expected, and how to have fun. And everyone loves karaoke.

[ please don't get into a situationship with her BOSS but she'll accept his mischief help, because she thinks vergilius needs to lighten up a smidge. ]

Do they?! Perhaps that is what I shall seek to procure next time, this "karaoke" that thee speak of... Is it tasty?

[ yeah you'll never guess what the city is crackalackin ]

[ take it up with hypergryph they were the ones who gave midnight daddy issues i just go here ]

Not as much as birthday cake, I assure you. Karaoke's an activity... Well, there are machines for the process, but so long as you have a microphone and a song void of any lyrics, that's the spirit of karaoke. It's live singing, often with friends, often with drinks, ideally with both. Lots of good fun, especially with the sort of people who understand how to choose the right kinds of songs.

[ The city, being allergic to fun, does not have a karaoke machine. They will have to adapt. Improvise. Overcome. ]

[ despite the fact i played it when it first came out i am learning so much against my will ]

Oho, it sounds like an activity I should like to include indeed! Whilst singing is not my forte -- that would be dancing -- I rather like all forms of performance! In theory!

[ she likes singing well enough, and every sinner gets an arrangement of the credit song she just doesn't have hers yet. but her voice actress has such a good voice i'm excited for it. ]

If it is ideal to drink, [ oh, she needs to get more for herself and one for midnight at some point thinking about it, ] then I shall endeavor to do so, though I am not one to indulge often. Our dearest Doctor shall have the third invitation.

[ please never play a game called arknights projmoon puts you through enough

Oh, a fellow performer. Midnight hums in approval. A kindred soul, indeed. ]

Nothing wrong with drinking in good company, nothing wrong with going without. The only way to do a party wrong, I think, is to try to bring down the mood for yourself. Fastest way to tank any good gathering, I think, other than to come with some sort of pretense. A party is a place to put aside grievances, after all...

[ Another hum. He's still rambly and warm from the drink, but his thoughts are very well put together for someone coming back to sobriety. ]

Invite him. We should see if he's the type to sing. Everyone should sing at least once in their lives, if only to see if they like it.

[ i go back once a year to see my kitty wife and then i leave that's my involvement and i'm keeping it that way ]

Oh, I do agree! On all points, my friend! [ he's upgraded to friend now, is he. ] How else is one to know if they like something or not if they do not at least try? Ah, and then it may lead to regret should the chance never arise again...

[ and regret is such a terrible thing. don stares up at the sky, then turns to look at midnight. ]

I would rather regret having tried something than not at all, at least.

[ it's not just about a fun activity, or a good, or anything of the sort, though. is it. ]

[ this reminds me of my relationship with my neopets and you're very valid for that ]

... Have you tried anything new today? Well, I suppose there's your Sweet Succor of Strawberries, of course... But what of tomorrow?

[ And the day after that, and the day after that? If she's got a bucket list, Midnight's interested in the way she's knocking items out. ]

[ so are you ]

Tomorrow... I think I shall try three new foods. They are the easiest to experience, verily so, and plentiful enough that one cannot ignore them for later. And thyself?

Oh, I've supped deeply from life's table. Now I'm studying that which is important to me. If I learn anything, I suppose... it's my limits in my swordsmanship, and what I can expect to overcome the next day.

[ He still practices his sword kata every! Single! Day! Even though there's really nothing to fight here. Pre-mall shenanigans and all. ]

Hoho, a diligent sort! I think that rather suits thee, my worldly friend.

[ both of them are older than they look. one's a vampire but it's fine. points for continuing his exercises too, not a day goes by that she isn't learning the best improv weapon to replace her lance. ]

That, too, is a lifelong endeavor, and I celebrate thee for it. But tell me, what is thy sword of choice? My companions wield all sorts of them, so I am familiar to an extent.

Mm. It's the only way for my swordsmanship to continue to blossom, after all.

[ The grind! It never stops, bro!!! ]

Single edged blade. It's what's called an uchigatana in Higashi, or simply a katana. Are you familiar with the weapon?

Oho, I am! In fact, I have wield one myself before -- it is not my favored, but I know my way around it. Though 'twas more for stealth than blatant strikes.

[ a blade kept sharp for sure, in the shi association. but it counts. ]

Another of mine wields... what was it she said? An odachi, I believe, and she is quite handsome with it. Handy and handsome! A woman of few words, that one, but with the most colorful vocabulary I have heard to date.

[ and the things she can do to a chicken wing... unspeakable. ]

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