Serve me the sky tonight~

[weaver_girl]

Characters: OPEN to all and sundry
Date/Time: All day on Saturday 28th
Location: The Park, Captain Planet
Rating: PG-13 (If there are higher-rated makeouts in the bushes, please take them elsewhere! Let's keep this entry yellowbar-safe.)
Summary: Outdoor PARTY in the Park. That's it

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Late Morning/Early Afternoon - OPEN (don't be shy~)

[kamishininoyari]

After his last trip to the wilderness, Snake had found himself cursed with the body of a child thanks to Asuka. While he had noted that while showering he would turn back to his normal self, as soon as the water cooled off on his body while getting out he would revert right back to this small form. Part of him was amused by the whole ordeal, and the other part was... not so thrilled by the inconveniences it caused. Being almost two feet shorter can have a fairly large impact on one's day to day tasks... like not being able to reach cabinets without climbing and praying you don't misstep and crack your skull on the floor. His head was still a little sore from that

Street urchin piiiiings

[inthecenterfold]

Smoke wouldn't have even known about the party if he hadn't been re-reading the journals and seen an entry by Kagerou he'd completely missed. Maybe the old lady he'd been for awhile had bad eyesight or something.

So after a shift with the Guard he came by the park, and his eyes were immediately drawn to a small black spot with a white spot on top. Walking closer to the food stands, he realized it was a young boy, roughly Blood's age. Then again Bloo- Yachiru... she could kick somebody's ass six ways to Sunday, and Nova too was quite capable. So Edensphere had taught him much in the ways of "children," especially when some adults could be so much less capable than those same "children."

Re: Street urchin piiiiings

[kamishininoyari]

There was so much food to choose from at the stalls and much of it smelled really good. Snake tilted his head to the side smiling as he took in the aroma and debated in his mind what he wanted. His hands grasped the edge of the stall and he had to stand on his tip toes to get a real good look at the selection. Being a about four feet tall instead of over six took some getting used to.

That's when he felt the shadow of someone much taller cast over him and then speak. He looked up with ever squinted eyes at the red headed man who held out an apple offering. Snake's smile widened as his took the fruit. This was like taking candy from a baby. Whether he had to pay for the food or not, having someone do all the work for him? As long as they did it right, sure why not?

"Ah! Thanks! Some help would be nice actually." Snake held the apple with both hands, the smile never leaving his face.

Re: Street urchin piiiiings

[inthecenterfold]

An enthusiasm he'd expect from a true kid, really, but the speech style was casual like his. Huh. Interesting.

"The name's Smoke." He kept holding both plates in one hand and then looked over all of the dishes. "See anything you like? I can get it for you, no problem."

Might as well use these long arms, right? Truth be told he was just happy to be himself again.

Smoke didn't take anything for himself just yet - only had two hands after all - but he was definitely taking notes on what he'd be getting on the 2nd go-round for himself.

Afternoon - open to anyone

[pompous_today]

Simon stuck out like a sore thumb as he wandered aimlessly toward the park, temporarily forgetting that there was a party.

In spite of the heat of the day, he had the familiar red duster that had once belonged to Geranium draped across his shoulders, holding a journal in one hand.

He had just been to the library to find that Broom had vanished. Gone, before they'd really had a chance to reconnect... and now it was making him miss his brother again. He'd stopped at home briefly to grab the jacket then tried to find someplace to lose himself in.

The noise and the smell of cooking food finally washed over Simon, and he remembered that today was supposed to be a happy day, a celebration. He'd already been seen, and so he decided it would be awkward for him to turn around, fixed a smile on his face, and joined the rest of the partyers, seating himself at a picnic table with a glass of lemonade, not feeling particularly hungry at the moment.

[wayofflowers]

Bellflower had been wandering around, watching people more than talking with them - even though she was back in her own body, and with a week to calm herself down, she still felt a little shaken up inside to be surrounded by so many people. Particularly with the reminder of the damage her fight had done so close.

As such, it was nice to see a familiar face, looking not quite so involved in the party as well. She took a seat on the bench near Simon, putting down her plate of food and glass. She gave him a polite smile. "Good afternoon."

[pompous_today]

Simon noticed Bellflower approaching and gave her a genuine smile in return when she sat down, finally feeling unbearably hot underneath the heavy coat and shucking it off. He wasn't on duty, so underneath he was dressed casually- a polo shirt and cargo pants- though some may have thought he was still too well-dressed for a Sphere party.

"Good afternoon, Bellflower," he replied, fanning himself. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

[wayofflowers]

Bellflower was dressed much as she usually did - a little more formally than most of the others here, in a long, loose skirt and fitted short-sleeved shirt, but she felt comfortable this way.

"I am, yes. There are a great deal of new faces here, for me." It was a half-truth, but she wasn't about to ruin anyone else's good - or even decent - mood with her own uncertainties right now.

Late morning/noon...(whenever, really) OPEN

[live_ringer]

Gene wiped the back of his hand across his forehead as he surveyed the new layout of the park. He'd spent the morning helping those who were pitching stalls and moving booths. Anything that qualified as grunt work, really. Once he got a chance to look at the whole it was amazing to see how the everything had come together.

He leaned against one of the refreshments tables and sipped on a tall cup of juice he had snagged from the selection. It was good for cooling down, but part of him wished that he had grabbed a little gin to mix in with it. He resolved to check out the selection Smoke's had brought after a moment. For now, he was content to watch the kids that were running (or rather hobbling) by practicing their technique for the three-legged race.

Noon-ish?

[feathered_earth]

Krile had spent her morning largely the same way, although she couldn't decide if her arms felt too short or too long and she was handling things extremely carefully so as not to scratch them with her claws... which she didn't have anymore. And she'd almost suggested that she could fly things to their proper places. More than once.

Oh well.

She caught sight of a (fortunately) familiar figure watching the three-legged race and grabbed a cup of juice herself. Hopping up onto the bench by the table, she tapped the top of his head with one non-clawed finger. "Hello!"

[live_ringer]

While used to being tapped in order to grab his attention, Gene wasn't used to being tapped on the top of his head. Glad to have the table for support, he leaned backward until he was looking upside down at the culprit.

"Hey there, squirt. Did you have growth spurt or something?" He righted himself, then turned around properly to look her in the eyes.

[feathered_earth]

"I stayed taller when I turned back into a human, I guess," Krile said with a grin. She did miss it by maybe a little, but thumbs were a good trade-off. "But I kind of wish I'd kept the wings instead."

She studied his face for a moment, but it looked like the scarring hadn't carried over from that body into his own. Krile hadn't been expecting it to, but it was still a relief. "Then again, maybe you just got shorter."

Early Afternoon - some unoccupied tables

[ghost_of_00]

00 had helped to set up the party, moving tables and occasionally pointing others in the direction to go. She had watched three-legged races and listened to people playing music, but among so many people she didn't know, 00 simply didn't know how to become involved. It was too much. So much activity and socialization... it was intimidating.

She had brought the pink Haro partly to assist her, but mostly to expose her to the experience. The little bot seemed to take a great interest in all of the goings-on, observing games with fascination and reporting the results in her clear, high-pitched voice. But as much as 00 enjoyed watching Haro's reaction, she was becoming quite difficult to keep track of. 00 would not have thought that a bright pink ball would be so adept at escaping from her and becoming lost.

Having rescued her from a line outside a food stall, 00 carried her over to an unoccupied picnic table with some colorful, square sheets of paper from another stall. She placed one sheet in front of Haro. "Watch." 00 began folding a

ack sorry for spamming inboxes

[lingeringlegacy]

Into the afternoon, the party did not show signs of dropping in energy level, the way the people playing games and dancing to music were going. Stellaris wasn't really interested in joining the games, part from not knowing how they're played and part from being a little tired after waking up early and helped in the kitchen. She had enjoyed observing the things people partake in during the party, and she wanted to stay until its end, but right now she needed a little break, so she headed to a picnic table near one of the lanterned oak branches.

On her way, she heard an unmistakable voice. "Tie-breaker starting! Tie-breaker starting!" It seemed to come from near the food stall, but she couldn't see the owner. The voice rose again with something like a diminishing "Aaaaaa~", so Stellaris followed the direction.

Navigating through the tables and people, she finally found a small, blue-haired figure alone at a picnic table. It must be 00. Coming up from behind her, Stellaris peered to see what the girl was doing.

"Ah, is that origami?"

[ghost_of_00]

00 didn't hear the woman approaching, engrossed in watching Haro attempt to fold the paper. The bot's fingers didn't seem up to the task--not nearly as long or dexterous as human hands, so the folds ended up clumsy and off-center. But Haro showed no signs of frustration at the difficulty, and 00 helped to correct the mistakes.

It was only when Stellaris spoke that 00 noticed her. "Oragami! Oragami!" Haro confirmed. Another word that she had taken a liking to. 00 turned to look up at her, nodding. So Stellaris had come to the party. Did she like parties? Did she know what to do at parties? This one was still quite confusing to 00.

[lingeringlegacy]

The sight of Haro's pudgy metallic fingers trying to fold paper was so amusing it drew a giggle out of Stellaris. "You got yourself a patient origami coach, Haro."

She took a seat on another stool at the picnic table, greeting said coach, "Hi, 00. I saw you setting tables this morning, but I couldn't leave my post tending the food. What have you been doing in the party after setting up?" Normally, she would just stop at 'doing' but with 00, Stellaris had learned to make extra effort at clarity.

All day - she'll be stubbornly returning here between any threads. [OPEN]

[paintitgray]

She'd been a little reluctant to come, but Kurayami had to admit, the residents of the Sphere knew how to throw a party. Something about the colored lanterns and crowds reminded her of something, though she couldn't put her finger on it. As usual. Feh.

Instead, she'd gotten her hands on a paper plate somewhere and gone through a few lines, stacking it up with fruit and crackers. It was as good a brunch as anything she'd eaten lately, and better than most. She wandered away from the main crush of people, looking for someplace quiet, and found a battered picnic table tucked partly behind a bush and sat, smoothing out her skirts and setting her plate on the table.

Taking her portable writing desk from under her arm, she settled it on her knees, flipped open the lid and gazed out over the laughing, celebrating crowd. Well, she thought, a smile touching her mouth. There would be no shortage of people to sketch, today. She'd just have to be quick about it.

[its_me_hooray]

Very quick. After having a brief nap in the tree after helping set up, he was ready to continue life as usual. Night held his arms out, balancing on a thinner branch as he thought of the perfect way to enter the party. That's when he found a lone woman with wings and a halo sitting and starting to draw. Hmmm.

"What better way to start the flow of muse and creativity than a little excitement?" Night asked to himself, and strode on up until the branch was just overhead her position. He rolled his shoulders, took a deep breath...

"Juuuuump!" ... and shouted before he leaped. Down, down, down he went, performing one flip... two... three...!

Finally, he made a half-flip, landed upon the table in a handspring, and neatly bounced from the table to the grass beside. He quickly spun and stepped to face her, extending a finger to point at Kurayami.

"Welcome, welcome to Kagerou's party! You know, you can't party when you're all the way over here by yourself! Come and get a drink, play a few games, and mingle with the other butterflies!"

[paintitgray]

Kurayami liked to think of herself as a fairly tough nut to crack. Still, she jerked back with a strangled "Gah!" as Night pulled his stunt, clutching at the bench to keep from falling off it backwards.

After a shocked, flustered, and wide-eyed second, two facts quickly dawned: that this apparition was a harmless one, and that her writing desk was sliding off her knees. She made a grab for it, narrowly saving it from spilling over onto the grass, and resettled it on her lap. It made a good place to prop her elbows as she leaned forward and gave the stuntman--who was now grinning proudly at her, as though he'd just solved the mystery of life--a Look.

"The other butterflies, huh?" She clapped her gray-feathered wings together once. "I think you've got your taxonomy mixed up. And your idea of a welcome," she added, narrowing her eyes a little.

[its_me_hooray]

"Social butterflies, it's a term for those who flit among many others! Butterflies don't have feathers, you see," he answered, nodding his head as if agreeing with his own reasoning. He rubbed his chin.

"You look more like a bird or an angel than anything, but I'm no taxonomist." Night pondered some more, looking at her in silence for nearly a full minute. Perhaps he'd go look up what 'taxonomy' meant later, because he didn't have a damn clue.

"Hmmm, but my logic still stands! You must party with somebody, or it isn't a party at all! You poor thing, you don't know how, do you?" The demon suddenly looked concerned, making 'come hither' gestures with his hands.

"Come on, I'll teach you! We'll dance, I'll get you something better to eat, and we'll party until something drops, whether it's you or me!"