Happy holidays~ [OPEN]

[tidesnpc]

Characters: Various people from both the Winding Way and Fiertia crews
Content: The Way is having a party on Lunasa night, and has invited the Fiertia over to celebrate with them!
Setting: The Gunsmoke bar, on board the Winding Way
Time: Lunasa night, from about 5 PM to 9 PM
Warnings: Chance of alcohol use

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[drinkitlovelife]

There were guests, and, at that, mercenary guests. The whole Milky Rose thing had blown over after the last year of terrorist attacks (come on, people, she was way more interesting than those!), but someone still might recognize the pink fluffy demihuman and ask her why she wasn't locked away somewhere after being kidnapped. Besides, passing was more convenient. Naturally, it was Mimino Kurumi who was stuffing her face at the buffet tables, taking much of the food and most of the candy for herself.

One might have noticed that she had used more makeup today, though, in order to cover up a large and inconvenient bruise on the side of her face.

"Stupid Ichigo," she muttered. "I almost got away with it, too."

[nice_young_man]

This was the first Lunasa Quatre had spent away from home. While he didn't regret leaving, he couldn't help but feel a bit lonely this time of year. It created a bittersweet holiday feel; while the songs and decorations and the genuine enjoyment of the people around him had lifted his spirits, he couldn't help but think of the differences between the holiday in Ivona and the holiday at home

[drinkitlovelife]

"Ah!" Kurumi fumed and glared at him. "Watch where you're going! At least you didn't crash into me." She neglected to mention that that was because her transformation would have undone itself if she fell into a hard enough surface, and wouldn't say even if he asked. "Well, it's better than that. Were you needing to get to the food tables?"

[nice_young_man]

Well, at the very least, she didn't seem hurt. Just....annoyed. Quatre stepped forward, and said, "Yes, actually. Can I get you something, miss? I really am sorry."

[demonic_romeo]

It wasn't often that Sebastian ventured out to a party such as this-- for one, he was usually the one cooking the food for said parties, and for another, his occupation as a butler normally kept him serving the party if he was not cooking for it. But catering-- a wondrous gesture, the captain of the Winding Way had extended-- allowed him to mingle this time. Though it would not be as though he would be actively searching for company either.

He was fine watching the humans (ah, and the demihumans) enjoy themselves.

The butler stepped into the Gunsmoke bar, turning the collar of his overcoat down once he felt the warmth in the place hit him. He decided to slip to the bar and order a glass of wine before standing in the corner to sip it.

Why humans liked liquor so much he couldn't fathom at all.

[coyotealpha]

Pip was of course, only all too happy to join in the celebrations with the rest of the people who were celebrating. Of course, it was only quite obvious that the mood wasn't as lively as last year's celebrations since the bombings had passed, but the man wasn't going to complain - he just take what he could get. For him, he was simply more than glad that he had an opportunity to celebrate the season; another time for fun, laughter and booze all around.

A mug of some good old fashioned alcohol in hand, the quartermaster had taken to wandering around the place and toasting with assorted random crewmembers for the last half an hour or so. He had just wandered off from toasting with the last group of Seamen from the Way when he had spotted the cook and quickly hurried over to his side.

"'ey zere, Sebastian!" the human greeted brightly, complete with a charming grin on his face as he approached the other. "Glad to see you're 'ere!"

[demonic_romeo]

A voice filtered into his ears amidst the rest of the chatter around, and Sebastian lifted his eyes to see Pip striding over, beer mug in hand. Pip seemed to fit right in with the members of the Winding Way, he noted. They had the same cheerful and jovial nature. He chuckled as the quartermaster came closer, raising his glass to the man.

"To be honest, Pip, I had second thoughts about coming here. But it is not so bad, so far." The butler rotated his wrist elegantly, swirling the burgundy liquid in the crystal wineglass. "Though I am afraid the only company I find familiar at the moment is that of those from the Fiertia, and not of that of our lovely host ship."

[coyotealpha]

The man only laughed at his statement, sounding much too amused after hearing something like that. "Well, glad t'see you decided t'come in ze end," he went with a merry chirp, still grinning quite brightly. It was pretty obvious that Pip had long been infected by the merry nature of the Winding Way's crewmembers - not that it was much, since the brunette was a pretty cheery guy to begin with.

He then went in close and slung his arm over the other's shoulder, grin in place as he looked at Sebastian and raised his mug. "And it wouldn't do any good at all t'leave a guy like you on his lonesome. Come with me t'drink with the others!" And by 'others' the man of course meant total random strangers, but hey - it was Lunasa after all.

[freds_and_wills]

Really, Gilbert already knew that this Lunasa was probably going to be better than most, especially considering that someone had already offered to spend it with him and he was going to have an awesome-ass fight the day after. However... he still wanted to take over this party.

It was just the sort of thing he did.

So, bird on head, he strode into the party like he owned it.

[frakkdis]

Kara, in the meantime, had commandeered one of the tables for herself, along with several bottles of booze and two full packs of cigarettes. Drinking and smoking until she dropped was, of course, her idea of celebration.

The blond pilot was not particularly paying attention to whoever entered, but she did pass on cheery greetings to whoever happened to come her way.

[freds_and_wills]

Well, there was a table with plenty of booze already! He either didn't notice the other occupant or he didn't care, as when he sat down, he said, "I claim this table in the name of Gilbert Weillschmidt!"

The bird chirped amiably.

[frakkdis]

Kara stared.

"Sure thing," the pilot smartly returned, "but all the booze on it's mine."

[gypsymothdance]

Busy, busy, busy. Jean loved parties, really, even though they usually meant a lot of work for her. For every great party, festival or celebration of any kind, there was someone working their butt off behind the scenes to make sure everyone else was having a good time.

Besides working in the kitchen and helping keep the buffet from running out of anything, she was keeping an eye on the guests to make sure they were under control, and keeping on her toes just in case anyone started trouble, since she had volunteered her muscle to keep the party running smoothly. And besides that, she expected that she might get called on to provide some entertainment before the night was over. Long story short, she would be working all night and probably so exhausted that she'd be sleeping all day tomorrow.

But really? It was worth it. How could she complain about working all night when she saw how many people were having a great time?

[destined_skies]

While some of the Winding Way's crew were busy, others had made it their professional task to slack off and have fun. And since no one had yet taken advantage of the paints and brushes just sitting there in front of the Lunasa stone, begging silently to be used, well. Sora wasn't going to let it go to waste.

Unfortunately though, the navigator had gotten a bit too enthusiastic with the paint and the resulting product could be a little alarming to anyone who happened to glance that way.

[gypsymothdance]

A little alarming was right. Jean had almost dropped a platter when she saw the red paint running down the stone, before she realized that it was not blood. It would have been a good effect for decorations for the Long Night, but given that this was for Lunasa, it was probably not intended.

So, once she had added the platter to the buffet, she decided to take a quick break from her service duties to try and help out the kids with the stone painting. "You might not want to mix so much water into the paint. You don't want your painting to be runny, do you?"

let me just edit this a few more times DX

[destined_skies]

The kid looked up from his work at the sound of Jean's voice and paused, paint brush hovering in mid-air. Sora was wearing a sweater that was a bit too large for his skinny frame, as well as a pair of ear muffs (which he seemed to have forgotten he was wearing). So when he spoke, it was with a bit more volume than he normally would have used.

"I wanted to make the letters bigger, so I thought I'd use more paint! But they keep dripping!"

Obviously, there was some sort of communication barrier that was at work here.

[bustybentobabe]

Lunasa was easily Angel's favorite holiday. After all, one of the main points of it was the food, which warmed the heart and soul. It always had a way of putting her in a festive mood.

So, she strode into the Gunsmoke wearing her best red and gold jewelry, humming a cheerful melody to herself. She would allow herself to mingle a bit before she went to the buffet table and saw if there was anything interesting being served.

[lustrolupo]

Yuri, naturally, hadn't even bothered to drop his axe off before heading over. Even if it was a holiday, it was still basically a bar. The idea of getting remotely presentable hadn't even crossed his mind.

As he was cruising around the buffet, he caught sight of Angel on the other side of the table. Yuri paused, understandably wary, but caught her eye with a short wave and a neutral "Hey." Even if she had made his life living hell as a Knight, she was just crew now.

Hopefully.

[bustybentobabe]

From the other side of the buffet, Angel smiled at him. A sincere smile, at that. Not that anyone would be able to tell, even if they had known her as long as Yuri did, because her honest expressions were almost entirely indistinguishable from her deceptive ones.

"Happy Lunasa... captain." For just a moment, she had been tempted to call him 'rookie', just for old times' sake. But she had decided against it.

After all, the military had ruined her name and kicked her to the curb, and she had not enjoyed the past two years in Bellcius, trying to establish her place in a world that had turned its back on her. When she had approached Yuri looking for a position on his ship, she would have been in no place to condemn the man if he refused her. And yet he had welcomed her aboard, no questions asked.

Calling him by the name he deserved was the least she could do in return.

[lustrolupo]

She was smiling, that was good. Or rather, she was smiling and it didn't look like she was contemplating how best to tear him apart.

His wariness drained a bit when she called him captain though - as much as he hated the title (or rather, the expectations of responsibility that went with it), her using it meant they were on equal footing. He could deal with that.

In fact, Yuri considered, except for when she was metaphorically destroying his soul, she wasn't really difficult to get along with. "Happy Lunsa," he said in return, "You get anything good?"