[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]

I won't know unless you tell me. So until then, what am I supposed to make of you, hm? How do I prepare for a disaster if I don't know whether it's a hurricane or an earthquake?

[ ... ]

Unless, of course, the implication is to evacuate, but I think that's much less interesting.

[immortalpoet]

Some people meeting me would assume to evacuate since they don't want to get on my bad side.

[Even though he doesn't seem like he's up and willing to just throw down here and now, anyways.]

But treat me like a volcano. Push too hard and I won't like it. That's all.

[unrequite]

Oh, you don't want that. I know of a girl — volcanologist, Eyjafjalla's her name — just the most charming thing. Earnest, hardworking, confident. Tilts her head just like this—

[ He tilts his in example. ]

— whenever she wants to make sure she's listening to you closely. It's heartbreakingly endearing. But if we're talking volcanos, she's the closest thing to one I know. No, I can't treat you like a volcano.

[immortalpoet]

You know a volcanologist.

[what are the odds!!!!]

I almost want to ask you what you do want to treat me as, but I know you're just going to ask for a nice night together again.

[unrequite]

She's very cute. Of course I do.

[ :^)

Midnight... gives a golf clap. Because he's kind of a dick when it comes down to it, but only a little bit. ]

There we are. You've got the hang of it now, love. You'll be doing my introductions for me before long.

[immortalpoet]

Mmyeah.

[raising his glass, like a toast]

Here you are. Mister Darkness Night Whatever. Doesn't have a brain to think with so he thinks with something else that's not half as big.

[unrequite]

[ Midnight toasts too, laughing. He's so mean. Oh, Midnight likes him. ]

Libel, sir. Unfounded and mathematically unsound. Half of zero is still zero, isn't it? They'd be the same size.

[ He takes another drink. He is going to end up plastered against the floor in about 30 minutes. This is the plan. ]

Anyway, I won't hold your claims against you. You've no proof and no interest in the truth, scientifically. I can only respect that. Love a good story.

[immortalpoet]

[He's downing the drink, letting out a little tired groan. Well, look. if he was REALLY annoying him, he would just walk away, but maybe there's a slight tolerance here. Miniscule.]

I've got not proof, but maybe I don't need any. Actions speak louder than words.

[unrequite]

[ ... Midnight laughs. A very muahaha laugh. ]

Actions speak louder than words, indeed. And inaction in itself is a choice...

[ Meaning he's noticed that Vergilius hasn't left, as well. So that's very nice. ]

What have I done, mm? How do you speak with such confidence of things you've never seen?

[immortalpoet]

Mm. Maybe.







[also gestures to all of him like there u go]

[unrequite]

[ Midnight looks down at himself. ]

What? The look? It's good advertising. I like it.

[immortalpoet]

You could at least close up your shirt.

[says the man with the low neckline with his scandalous clavicles in sight]

[unrequite]

Does it bother you so? You could come here and do up my shirt for me.

[ 💀

They are indeed nice clavicles. Midnight is looking respectfully, but he is also the one with almost full titty out. ]

[immortalpoet]

[uh-huh he's NOT taking the bait]

You have hands, don't you? Use them.

[unrequite]

You're the one with the opinion on the matter. If you want to deprive others of this blessed view, you'll have to take matters into your own hands.

[ Yes, he does consider going around more or less half-naked charity work. 🫠 ]

[immortalpoet]

"Blessed". Listen to yourself.

[s i g h]

I've seen better.

[unrequite]

Better isn't here. You're looking at me.

[ A grin, a lean slightly into Vergilius's space. ]

Mentioning other chests while mine is here could make a man jealous. Was that the point?

[immortalpoet]

No. I want to take your ego down a peg.


[...]

[he is not winning the idgaf war because he is reaching over to actually tug the man's collar a little closed]

[unrequite]

Hmm. Would it make you feel better if I said you succeeded?

[ Midnight... okay fine, he does bite his bottom lip when Vergilius buttons him up. Even if this is a "you'll get cold, sweetie" situation. Attention starvation is one hell of a drug!

... And his hand will sneak forward to loosen one of Vergilius's buttons. Just the one, and then he puts his hands behind his back as though Vergilius will forget it happened if Midnight hides fast enough. ]

i'm crying

[immortalpoet]

...






[REALLY GIVING HIM SUCH A DISBELIEVING LOOK]

You're like a child.

have you ever met a man so horny it makes him stupid

[unrequite]

Really? How many more until I'm an adult?

[ c: Progress! ]

i have now

[immortalpoet]

How about a million. Just to temper your expectations.

[unrequite]

A journey of a million buttons starts with... that one.

[ Midnight points at the first button. Boom. ]

Wear more buttons. [ ... ] Or don't. I'll make it someday.

[immortalpoet]

Tch. How long can you live?

[like buddy a million buttons is still a million buttons]

[unrequite]

[ Midnight grins. It... probably should be menacing, but for a beat before the grin, he dropped eye contact and thought about the question seriously. Even solemnly. This is the first time in the conversation he dropped any notion of play at all.

But then he grins, and it all comes rushing back. ]

Long enough. I'll get it done.