[open mingle: the sunlight at midnight gala]

[badfeyth]

WHO: Anyone attending the Sunlight at Midnight gala!
WHAT: KISS PEOPLE AND DANCE IDK
WHERE: The freshly-renovated Planetarium in District 4!
WHEN: Saturday, December 2
WARNINGS: None for the log itself; please warn responsibly in individual top-levels!

THE VENUE

Upon entry to the newly-renovated venue space that was once a planetarium, guests will quickly notice that the space has been transformed into a three-layered affair, ranging from the very well-lit upper level down to the more romantic ambiance of the dance floor and performance space, with a comfortable tier of seating and standing tables in the middle.


Not intended by Ghost (badfeyth) and Kaveh (fussiest), yet still mysteriously appearing at random places throughout the venue, are sprigs of magical kissing mistletoe!

The mistletoe will cause characters to at least pause underneath it, and will give them a mild compulsion to kiss whoever they're with, but the compulsion will not be unavoidable and characters can easily break free of the "hold" the mistletoe has on them. Even so, partygoers will quickly learn to be mindful of what's overhead — or not!

UPPER TIER

On the well-lit upper tier, guests will find plenty of generalized mingle room, including two patios with casual seating on either side of the space. Throughout the center are a variety of stations and attractions, as well as some helpful resources for the discerning partygoer.

For the fashionably un-forward, you may wish to visit (or find yourselves forcibly dragged into) Lestat's on-site fashion consulting lair, which boasts a small and curtained-off space where partygoers in need can receive last-minute fashion advice, do wardrobe finishing touches, and address any other aesthetic concerns under the discerning eye of LESTAT DE LIONCOURT (perfectdevil). This is also where a selection of basic cosmetics and beauty supplies can be found, in case of a need for an emergency touch-up, safety pin, or spot removal!

Continuing onward, guests will find four individual food stations, each with their own set of color-coded disposable dishware! Perhaps they'd like to take a sampling of:

• STATION #1 — TSURUNO (fanstheflames): Fried rice in the shape of Christmas trees, dumplings with carrot reindeer antlers and red pepper noses, and fortune cookies that tell you to go dance with somebody already!
• STATION #2 — ROLAND (gradenine): Hotpot with mild and spicy soup bases plus a variety of vegetables and meats, and KBBQ with chicken, pork, and beef cuts, plus sides!
• STATION #3 — RENO (astraphilia): Whipped goat cheese figs, brie and prosciutto stuffed dates, and sprouting cauliflower with brown butter and lemon — paired with a couple of simple cocktails (a negroni and a Bombay mule)!
• STATION #4 — WANDERER (featheradrift): Samosas, panipuri, Japanese-style sandwiches, and a lot of sweets and desserts like chocolate truffles, pâte de fruit, candied nuts, madeleines, and custards!

Champagne (alcoholic and non-alcoholic) is also circulating around the venue under the watchful eye of KANEKI (anthropophagite), and a small selection of coffee is available at a nearby station as well!

Finally, at the far end of the upper concourse, one can find a partitioned-off space for photo opportunities featuring a black-and-gold backdrop, an arch aglow with fairy lights, and a few idle props like chairs and small movable tables that partygoers can use to coordinate their souvenir photos. PROMPTO (burstmodes) will be around to do formal event photography, but there'll also be a Polaroid available so that people can take their own photos and develop them instantly!

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MIDDLE TIER

On the mid-tier halfway down the stairs that flank the venue on either side, partygoers will find a landing with an assortment of standing tables covered in black tablecloths and tied with gold bows, where guests can enjoy their refreshments, engage in conversation, and people-watch the goings-on taking place below them on the dance floor! To prevent any mischief or accidental spilling of food onto hapless dancers below, each landing is lined with a courtesy railing, and immediately below the railing is an arrangement of tasteful decor.

Between the two landings, guests can find the remnants of the planetarium seating — fold-down auditorium chairs with comfortable cushions arranged in gently circular rows, giving the people relaxing there a perfect view of the dance floor and the spectacle of lights taking place below it.

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LOWER TIER

The lowest level of the venue, at the very bottom of the stairs, is the most dimly-lit of the three levels and is mostly comprised of the dance floor. Along the back wall and parts of the sides runs a slightly-raised platform stage upon which are arranged a piano, an electric guitar, a stereo system, and a few microphones for the convenience of any vocalists in the house. The stage is wide enough for one or two people to walk around comfortably, but generally is fairly modest to leave the majority of the room for the dance floor.

It's on the dance floor that the real "sunlight at midnight" theme takes its shape, as this is where the bulk of Kaveh's artificial lighting technology has been put into play. Along with standard party enhancements like a few spotlights and an overhead disco ball, the perimeter is also dotted with round arrays of stained glass with light fixtures behind them, causing panels of colored light to cast onto the hardwood of the dance floor. These arrays can also be rotated like kaleidoscopes, allowing for the patterns of light to change throughout the course of the evening — adding an element of renewable interest in the continuing aesthetic.

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ENTERTAINMENT

Throughout the course of the evening, music will be provided by a rotating set list of performers, interspersed with prearranged playlists courtesy of the new media store. Entertainers will be informed of their set lengths, obligations, and timeslots well in advance of the venue by Ghost, and any necessary instruments or microphone hookups will be ready and available at the time of the performance.

Performers on deck include:

• HYTHLODAEUS (nomoresharks) and EMET-SELCH (recreator): Jazz piano bops along with some ragtime arrangements.
• EDDIE (thefreak): A mix of slow rock ballads and hard rock dance numbers, on electric guitar!

In addition to the live performances, the venue will also be treated to some traditional mid-2000s party favorites such as:

• BLORBOLICIOUS, by Gurgi (feat. Bill.i.was)
• HIPS SOMETIMES LIE, by The Kira
• SANDSQUALL, by DaNice
• MAYBE GONNA GIVE YOU UP, by Rickard Dastley
• MAMBO NO. 4 AND A HALF, by Stu Vega
• THE CHA-CHA HUSTLE, by DJ FriendlyGhost
• VIRUS, by Boo Boo Dolls

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Comments

[unrequite]

Do I entertain you? Good.

[ Midnight laughs, peeking into the photo stations, studying them... Does he want a picture? He's rather philosophically opposed to them, but it might be fun for the novelty of it. ]

I'm assuming you didn't come here with Kaveh... Did you have a date?

[featheradrift]

[ Is he actually entertaining? The drifter doesn't know, but—he doesn't dislike being in this man's company either, so long as the man doesn't intrude on his personal bubble, which, after the first time, he hasn't. So he's alright, the drifter supposes. ]

No. I came because Kaveh asked me to handle food.

[unrequite]

[ Gonna be real, Midnight is at a level of intoxication where he may or may not forget about one's personal space bubble at least one more time tonight... That's not now, though. Now, he looks up from this photobooth and at his companion in inquiry. ]

"Handle food"...? Do you cook?

[featheradrift]

[ He's starting to get a reputation for being someone who knows how to cook, isn't he? It's not even a hobby for him, and yet now it's something he's doing often here, despite not needing any food. ]

It's just something I picked up a long time ago. He saw what I made and I guess he was impressed enough to ask me to help.

[unrequite]

[ Midnight tilts his head, absorbing that. He himself is not a food enjoyer, but he likes knowing these things about others. Comfortable, in a way. ]

Show me. I can't promise I'll try any, though... I may not have the proper balance for it.

[ ... What does being balanced have to do with eating? He's... he's probably afraid of faceplanting into a tray of appetizers, honestly. ]

[featheradrift]

[ He's certainly drunk enough that the drifter would be concerned about anything he consumes eventually coming back up, especially if he actually drinks more as he's said he would earlier. ]

This way.

[ The Wanderer will lead Midnight to the fourth station next to Lestat's setup. The table is covered with all sorts of food, savoury and sweet, but mostly sweet. Most of them are made into small bite-sized pieces—easy for any gala attendee to just pick up and go. ]

[unrequite]

[ Midnight looks at the display, eyes wide. ]

This was all you, then? Ah... What an incredible talent. It smells lovely. Do you have a favorite?

[ Midnight doesn't seem too keen on picking anything up, but he does hover, looking at each offering with tipsy amazement. He is very drunk, but he is also very impressed. ]

[featheradrift]

I don't like sweets.

[ Which is what a majority of his station consists of, so... he wanders over to the few savoury items on the table. He considers for a moment, but eventually ends up pointing out the egg salad sandwich. ]

This one is at least interesting in its texture profile. It can be surprisingly hard to make it correctly. Eggs are easy to overcook.

[unrequite]

Texture profile...? I confess, I don't know much about food. Tell me about the way you like it.

[ Midnight hunches down, looks at the little sandwich, hands very carefully to himself. He respects food, but has always been a bit apathetic to everything outside of the world of alcohol... ]

[featheradrift]

You don't need food?

[ Is Midnight another one of the non-human residents? Hm... ]

I don't necessarily like it. It's just one of the dishes I don't dislike on this table.

[unrequite]

No one needs food. People need to live, first...

[ Midnight shakes his head. That makes perfect sense to him. ]

Well, if you could make your favorite dish, what would it have been?

[featheradrift]

I'm fairly certain for humans, food is a requirement for living.

[ And it doesn't for him. ]

Chazuke. It's a dish where you pour tea over rice.

[unrequite]

It is!

[ Midnight nods. Yep! That is indeed the truth. ]

Oh, chazuke... My mother made that for me.

[ Midnight blinks at his nameless friend for a moment. As though what he said surprised him. ]

I've never made it before, I don't cook often.

[featheradrift]

[ Oh. He hadn't expected the other man to know the dish. It's hard to gauge who knows what, since everyone is from different worlds. ]

It's not particularly difficult to make. If you prefer the broth to be salty, you can add dashi to the tea. Pour it over a bowl of rice, add whatever toppings you prefer, and you have chazuke.

[unrequite]

[ It's been a long time since Midnight's even made rice, come to think of it... There are rice cookers in Higashi, but he's been eating storebought and from cafeterias for quite some time now. ]

I see... I won't remember this. Ah...

[ ... And Midnight just sits down on the floor, pulls a small notebook from his pocket, flips it open, and laboriously begins taking notes. Are they good notes? To him, they're perfect. Unfortunately, they really are just drunken scribbles. ]

[featheradrift]

[ The Wanderer stands over him, looking at the drunken scribbles he's making in his notebook. There's no way he'll be able to read that in the morning. He huffs in amusement. ]

I could just send you the recipe later.

[unrequite]

Oh... Yes, you could. You need my username for that. The Seventh Crown of the Seventh Demon King. I'd simply show you it, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to unlock my terminal at the moment.

[ ... He's very, very drunk, so he just keeps writing anyway. ]

[featheradrift]

[ That is... a long user name. ]

...I don't think I'm likely to mix it up with any other user name.

[ He's just going to keep watching Midnight scribble away. Those letters are not getting any neater. He can't even tell if they're letters in the first place... ]

[unrequite]

Good. I want people to remember it. It's very... memorable.

[ Midnight frowns, looks at his notes. ]

I can't read this. Did I write down the bit about the dashi?

[ He lifts the notebook for his new friend to see. Good luck! It is indecipherable. ]

[featheradrift]

[ He's amused by Midnight's drunken actions, which shows in the softening of his eyes and slight quirk of his lips. The man isn't likely to remember what expressions he's made in the morning, which is why he's allowing himself to be more expressive. ]

What makes you think I can read it if you can't? You can just rely on the recipe I'll send you.

[unrequite]

It's because you're drunk and I'm sober.

[ ... Wait. ]

Apologies, I'mdrunk, you're sober. Slander. I do apologize. I do appreciate the recipe, or I will as soon as I'm sober. Not now. Later.

[featheradrift]

Are you sure you should be drinking more? You can't even keep your words straight.

[ And now that Midnight's sitting down, he's wondering if the inebriation will prove to be a challenge when he tries to stand up again. ]

[unrequite]

Well...

[ Midnight looks at his glass, which he had placed at his knee as he sat down. ]

It's half full, lad. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste.

[featheradrift]

In case you forgot, I'm not carrying you if you pass out.

[ But if Midnight chooses to keep drinking, that's his prerogative. He'll just be here to take pictures if the man does something particularly amusing. ]