[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

[100more]

No, I don't think I will.

[He'd prefer to ask Dream.]

Be careful with that one, though. She reminds me of a few Victorian women I used to know.

[Hob may not have Dream's endless years, but he would bet money he's got more experience with women, and men, than Dream has.]

[hypnagothic]

[ he huffs a small breath through his nose in faint amusement at Hob's refusal. ]

And which women were these, apparently associated with you, that you would make warning of them?

[100more]

The type that want you to dance, then let you wonder what you're missing out on when you don't dive right after them.

Too cunning for me.

[hypnagothic]

Are you certain that speaks against these women, or rather against yourself?

[100more]

I never said it speaks against them. Just that you should be careful, is all.

[Some women might consider that a compliment. He's sure Johanna would.]

[hypnagothic]

Be that as it may, I do not believe she wished that.

[100more]

Just company. In general.

[Not specifically Dream's company or anything. Hob thinks Dream does not realize how attractive others might find him. Even with all the posing he does.]

[hypnagothic]

[ I mean, he probably has some inkling of it, he just doesn't really care if they find him attractive or not. ]

Just company. And while dancing was spoken of, she did not ask me to dance with her.

[100more]

[Hob doesn't faceplam, but he thinks about it.]

Dream, if a woman talks about dancing in your company, she wants you to ask her to dance.

[hypnagothic]

Be that as it may, I told her that I do not dance. She did not then ask but sought other partners.

[100more]

[Hob figured Dream would decline, but he does have a fond look on his face.]

That's too bad. You were a good dancer.

[At least, that apparation of him was.]

[hypnagothic]

[ he glances to Hob again, some of the humor in his expression replaced with another emotion. it's not shock, exactly, since Hob already told him that they did dance together, but he meets Hob's eyes a little more somber than moments ago. ]

Was I.

[100more]

[The somber look is unexpected, and it causes Hob some concern.]

What's wrong?

[hypnagothic]

... You think of it fondly.

[100more]

[Oh. Hob is taken aback at that. Well, Dream's not wrong. He huffs, half a laugh as he takes a step to give Dream more room.]

It was unexpected, is all, because of the stuff in our drinks. One in a million.

[He doesn't expect it will ever happen again.]

[hypnagothic]

Which makes it all the more rare for occurring.

[ he glances down at the space between them when Hob takes that step. ]

[100more]

Well, you're the one that doesn't dance.

[He notes, trying to lighten the mood by teasing Dream again.]

Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. It must be strange, hearing about the things some image of you did before you got here. Things you would never do.

[He lifts his drink to his lips to shut his gob, knowing he should've been more considerate.]

[hypnagothic]

[ his head tilts slightly to the side. ]

Some image of me?

[100more]

Well... that wasn't you, right? You don't remember any of it.

[Or did Hob misunderstand.]

[hypnagothic]

It was not me, but I suspect it to have been another aspect of me. A different facet.

[100more]

Oh. So it was like.. a piece of you.

The one in a million piece of you that dances.

[Hob looks amused again, but just briefly.]

But you seemed... unhappy that it happened.

[Or unhappy that Hob may have enjoyed it.]

[hypnagothic]

That happened to dance, yes.

But no, I am not unhappy. Merely surprised, as I said before.

[100more]

Right. Of course.

[But that was not a look of surprise on Dream's face a short time ago.]

Well, if you should ever change your mind, I'm sure that lovely woman would enjoy it.

[hypnagothic]

[ he gives a soft hum of acknowledgment, that look on his face holding for another beat or two before it eases off. then he gives a slow blink and another huff. ]

Then, perhaps, you might offer to dance with her.

[100more]

[Hob chuckles softly. Dream is impossible to read, sometimes, and others, he wears his feelings so plainly on his face. He's still not sure if he somehow upset his friend over the talk of dancing.]

Maybe another time. The only thing I'm dancing with is this bourbon.