[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

[hypnagothic]

[ his eyes narrow slightly. teeny bit suspicious. ]

Why?

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Her eyebrows go up at the suspicion in his expression. ]

I'm not going to steal it, Christ. I just wondered. If it's part of you, part of your powers -- I wondered if it's still powerful.

[hypnagothic]

I should hope not, given that you know its effects.

[ but the look eases off again. ]

But yes, I do have it here, though I've not had cause to use it yet.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ And as if to balance the emotional tenor of the conversation, as his suspicion eases, a shadow of something -- guilt or grief, or the anger of earlier -- goes across Constantine's face when Morpheus mentions the sand's effects. ]

That's something, at least, isn't it.

[hypnagothic]

... I will not allow it to come in possession of anyone else. That will not be repeated.

[keepgodwaiting]

'Course you won't. Went through enough to get it back.

[ They both did. Johanna takes a swallow of her drink and shakes her head, pushing the complicated feelings to a back corner of her mind to be unpacked ... ideally never. ]

I -- am glad you still have it. [ She looks up at him, rueful. ] Sorry you keep getting kidnapped. Hard fucking luck.

[hypnagothic]

[ he meets her gaze, his expression closed off. but then a moment later, it softens, just slightly, enough for him to huff a small breath through his nose. ]

It does seem to be a repeating theme of late.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Gravely: ] You ought to consider looking into that. Get yourself some pepper spray.

[hypnagothic]

I would have thought you to recommend salt.

[keepgodwaiting]

Pretty old-fashioned. Oh, or one of those key-rings you're supposed to stab muggers with, with the pointy bits.

[hypnagothic]

Do not be offended if I were to ignore your advice in such matters, Constantine.

[keepgodwaiting]

Don't come crying to me, then, your lordship, you'll get no sympathy.

[hypnagothic]

I doubt I would from you under any circumstance.