there's a mess of moonlight; won'tcha share it with me?

[poorneedyand]

Who: Everyone!
What: Nightclub opening!
When: Friday, August 5th! Evening!
Where: Cloud Nine, aka "the second floor of Seventh Heaven"
Summary: The ultimate culmination of complaining that you're bored and there's nothing to do: A brand-new, hip, happening nightspot! Well, you know, hip and happening so long as people show up.
Rating: PG? IDK,

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[poorneedyand]

Kay will be damned if this doesn't go off well, and if it means running around like a chicken with her head cut off for a bit--well, that's probably what they do at home, too. Sound checks, the layout of the food, last-minute rearrangements, it's all got to get done somehow, and somehow, it gets done.

When they're ready to open for business, she's in a clinging red dress, channeling every bit of nervous energy coursing through her into greeting people and occasionally flitting from the room to retrieve something or another as needed. After a point, though, she can let things proceed uninterrupted and heads over for an hors d'oeuvre or two and a glass of wine. It's with some pride that she watches everyone else, hopefully having as good a time as she; maybe this nightclub thing isn't so hard after all.

Is this okay?

[i_speak_softly]

Don needed air tonight. The good news was, Luceti had plenty of that. The bad news was, after partaking of it for an hour or so, Don had to give in to the niggling feeling that air wasn't really what he wanted.

Some other, yet unnamed, feeling spurs him from the moonlit woods back towards the center of the village. Lighted windows seem to form a path for him, and he follows them to the cheerful glow of Seventh Heaven and... that newly-finished space above it.

It only takes him an instant to scale the building, and as he perches on a windowsill, peering in at the scene and the people, he knows what the feeling is.

Loneliness.

Kay, the next time you turn around, you might see a big turtle looking back at you from outside the window. It might not take much to convince him to come in...

I think everything is okay. o/

[poorneedyand]

As the night kicks off, it's one little whirlwind after another--but in between each conversation, there's a few minutes during which she can stop to breathe.

She's heading over to the refreshments to see how they're holding up when she happens to glance out the window and nearly falls flat on her face. The surprise of something lurking--well, Donatello lurking, but it takes a heartstopping moment of shock to realize it's him--outside is enough that she trips and has to catch herself before she crashes into something.

But what the hell is he doing out there? He's heard of doors, and it's not like the one leading into the club is hard to find. Raising an eyebrow, she brings her her hands up, palms to the ceiling, in the universal symbol for huh?

Re: I think everything is okay. o/

[i_speak_softly]

Don's first instinct is to duck out of sight, but it's a friend he's been spotted by, not a stranger, and a friend is exactly what he was looking for. He jimmies the window and speaks through the crack.

"Sorry. Are you okay?"

Clearly asking after Kay's well-being is more important than explaining his own behavior.

[derek_bliss]

Derek will, of course, make his way to this new spot. He had spoke to Kay about being part of the entertainment at some point (although he was pretty sure he hadn't volunteered for opening night). Either way, he wanted to see what she'd done with the place.

So here he is, making his way into the night club, dressed nicely in a white jacket and pants. He notes the layout of the place and smiles a little. Not bad...

[poorneedyand]

Derek's safe from an opening-night performance, though Kay's still definitely interested in the possibility of getting him up on stage someday. Whatever his kind of music sounds like, if it's got fans here, then he's got a place to perform. And from what he said, it sounds like it does.

She spots him from across the room and, after she's figured out who he is, goes over to say hello. "It's--ah, Derek, right? How've you been?"

[derek_bliss]

At some point, it might be easy to convince him. Although Kay may regret it, even if some of her patrons don't.

He nods at the greeting, "Yeah. You must be Kay. Nice to meet you. And I've been all right. How's opening night going?"

[poorneedyand]

Kay's starting to think that she'd be interested in giving the music of others' worlds a proper chance, provided it's not as terrible as her first experience with concerts in this place. (Spoiler alert: It probably will be. But she'll give it a try, at least.)

"That's right." She glances around them at the people beginning to filter in and make use of the space. "Seems like it's going all right so far--once things get started, it should be pretty great."

[sketchingideals]

Sadly, Jeb isn't not really dressed to kill... unless one believes that overly baggy pants and a large, loose-fitting hoodie is 'dressed to kill.'

However, he's wandering and notices the commotion as well as people going in. Curiosity gets the better of him as he approaches, peeking in with a slight bit of nervousness.

He hasn't gotten out as much as he should have since his arrival at Luceti, and he knows that he needs to change that.

[poorneedyand]

All right, let's be honest. Kay isn't convinced what Jeb's wearing wouldn't be more appropriate as pyjamas than at a nightclub. Baggy pants and a sweatshirt with a hood? If one changed the fabrics up a bit, and possibly picked a nicer (read: older) cut, she could nearly picture Julius wearing it to bed.

But she'd wanted everyone to come who wanted to--what's the point of a nightclub if you just sit by yourself in an empty room?--so if the kid's not embarrassed for the way he's dressed, she can pretend she isn't, either. And since she's been making the effort to say hello to everyone she can, she might as well get this one out of the way right now.

It's a good thing she's got a lot of practice faking smiles--and a better thing that it's really not all that fake. People're showing up, and that's really all she wanted. "Glad you could make it," she tells the kid. "I don't think I've seen you around before. Kay Eaton."

[sketchingideals]

Jeb looks up at the woman who's talking to him now with a nervous smile. He's just now noticing that his clothes aren't exactly fitting whatever is going on, since he's gotten a better look at everyone inside. While that's an easy enough fix, he's not about to take his hoodie off in front of this a woman he doesn't know, even if there's another article of clothing under it.

"Nice to meet you, Kay!" Jeb smiles a little more, holding out his hand for her to shake if she so wishes. "I'm Jeb Parmalee."

With a slight fidget, he laughs. "What exactly is going on?" he asks, planning to use her response as a decision maker as to what to do with his hoodie.

[poorneedyand]

"Nice to meet you, too, Jeb." She glances around at their milieu--definitely should've done some more advertising, if it's so unclear what's going on. On the other hand, the fact that they're drawing in people who have no idea what's on for the evening is no small feat in itself. "This is Cloud Nine--it's a nightclub, just opened tonight."

There's no small amount of pride in her answer. The fact that they saw this through, and this quickly, continues to seem pretty impressive to her.

[shadedsunlight]

A new nightclub in town and the chance to dress to the nines? Ginia will definitely be there. Definitely because she also agreed to help out with entertainment, but who would miss the party?

She arrives early in a dark blue cocktail dress with a matching short jacket to cover the scars trailing onto her shoulders, admiring the nightclub. It's beautiful and in some ways it reminds her of the jazz bar her family used to own. Before the strings of nostalgia can be tugged too hard, Ginia goes off to check out the buffet table, taking a tiny piece of cake for herself.

((ooc; Since Giles is out on his vacation at the beach, is Ginia performing tonight or someone else?))

[i_speak_softly]

Also standing at the buffet table is one hopelessly-inexperienced-with-fancy-food mutant turtle. He's looking uncertainly at the hors d'oeuvres, trying to determine what these things are and whether he should eat them. When a young woman approaches, looking like she's been to this kind of place before, he decides to ask for help.

"Excuse me... Do you know what's in these?"

[shadedsunlight]

Even though she's been told about the sentient anthropomorphic turtles about, seeing her first ones comes as a small surprise and she starts a little. Embarassement at her rudeness quickly takes over surprise and she gives a small bow apologetically before pulling a noted and pen from her purse and writing up a response to his question.

Those look like cream puffs so probably whipped cream, maybe custard.

The finger sandwiches look like ham and cucumber or just cucumber.

[i_speak_softly]

Don takes a half-step back when the girl jumps, not wanting to crowd her. When she writes something and turns the notebook towards him, he approaches again to read it.

The information is helpful enough, but the mode of giving it is quite strange. Unsure how to respond, Don tentatively holds out his hand for the pen.

[needabourbon]

Jigen was never much of the party man but something about the idea of the busy crowd and overwhelming noise sounded like a good change of scenery. His normal seat at any other "lounge" bar would have to keep empty tonight for him to try out this new place. In his lifetime he found the younger generation easily got on his nerves so his expectations for enjoyment tonight are low. Dang, this dog is getting old.

He's already bet himself that ten minutes into this whole shindig he'll be the first one leaving and going back to his quiet seat in some other bar.

As he takes up an empty booth-for-two with a small glass of crap they were serving, he realizes that it's not as crazy as he thought it would be. The kids aren't all over each other and the music isn't too loud for his tastes. Though it's certainly not in his style.

[yellowthirteen]

[Nearby, the sharpshooting gentleman will probably catch the notes of a six-string acoustic guitar, playing something with an unmistakable Spanish flair.

In a booth not too far over, there's a man playing the instrument with ease. A solemn, quiet tune. Not quite typical nightclub fare. He's definitely no noisy kid.

So, what does the old dog think about this?]

[needabourbon]

There's nothing Jigen loves more than a simple tune, especially when compared to the "hip" music being played by kids these days. As the youngster's fingers fiddle out their chords--Jigen quietly observes from his silent little booth.

It takes Jigen a few moments to stand and mosey his way on over setting down his drink and another glass full. The gunman doesn't usually approach random younglings but in Luceti it seemed he would need to make as many acquaintances as possible.

"You play as if you've been around, kid."

[yellowthirteen]

Thirteen turns when the voice reaches him. He hasn't been called 'kid' since he was in his twenties, but... he doesn't pay it much mind. In fact, Jigen now might be able to see that this one isn't a youngling like the vast majority of Luceti's population. Thirteen looks like a man in his thirties, and his face definitely shows experience.

"Have been," he replies simply, giving the man a hint of a smile.