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There's a party going on

Jul 11, 2010 12:53

WHO: Sei sei_what , and Open!
WHAT: Festival time!
WHEN: Afternoon and into the evening; Today!
WHERE: Just about smack in the middle of the city

( It's a festivus for the rest of us! )

bridget frostheart, richard, gabriel "sylar" gray, iggy, robin/carrie kelley, nill, seras victoria, oz vessalius, satou sei, fou, !open, boba fett, pip bernadotte, edward elric, alphonse elric

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ASFGHDLLFKD Yay party rabbitcontract July 11 2010, 19:25:44 UTC

A mixture of fragrances from countless flowers invaded Oz's senses as he stepped into the area of the town square. He had to admit, it was a nice way to relax after the heart-racing boat trip. Of course, he'd worried other people in the place where he was staying in, he did tend to make Lady Molly and Lady Garnet worry about him ( ... )

armored_alchemy July 12 2010, 03:12:20 UTC

[He's managed to convince - convince, blackmail, what's the difference, really? - Ed into coming with him, but they make an odd sort of sight: Al all beaming smiles and Ed a glowering cloud next to him. Still, Al's glad to be back with his brother after all that time away, even if it means coming back to a place he...hasn't been entirely fond of in recent times.

The festival atmosphere's helping, though.

He takes a deep breath of the perfumed air and lets it back out in a happy sigh.]

It's been a long time since the city's looked this beautiful, hasn't it, Brother?

ohshitnotmilk July 12 2010, 04:01:27 UTC

[Not Pleased To Be There is a little bit of an understatement. He would really rather be at the house, but as many times as he argues this, he loses the battle. Because as far as Al is concerned, he did sort of destroy the house.

A little bit.

And apparently suffering one night of this is going to make Al stop rubbing it in, so maybe it's a fair deal. Maybe. But he's not gonna sit through it merrily.]

How the hell would I know...? This place is stupid, and that's all I've ever seen of it.

armored_alchemy July 12 2010, 04:09:03 UTC

[Al refuses to be deterred. Instead, he steers Ed towards those tables of food, thinking it might make him a little more amiable to have a full stomach.

Well, either that or he'll just fall asleep somewhere.]

You might see more of it if you didn't spend all your time cooped up in the house or the library.

ohshitnotmilk July 12 2010, 04:46:17 UTC

[...Alright, maybe Al knows him a bit too well. Though he's not gonna admit what he could go for some apple pie. Maybe. A small slice. But he can live with this a little better if theres food. After all, he has one hell of an appetite. ]

What else is there to see? Forest, forest, old building, ocean, ocean, old building. Boring.

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wingsnotwords July 12 2010, 03:58:31 UTC

She’d spent a long time helping around, so it would be almost mean to not see what it looked like in the end, wouldnt it? It’s been a long time, it feels like, since she’s seen the city so bright and colourful. And, well, even if Iggy can’t see it, she’s still sort-of made him come with her(it’s better than cooping himself up with that stupid, stupid idea of building a grenade launcher, she thinks to herself).

Her wings are not quite relaxed, but not stiff, either -- alert, almost. Nill’s back to the dresses and ribbons in her hair, because going to a festival isn’t going to blow up like just about everything in the kitchen (she thinks, at least) will. She tugs Iggy along beside her and it’s probably going to be a hard feat to get that smile off her face(she tried walking in front of him, holding his hands over her shoulders but she forgot his legs were longer than hers and almost tripped herself onto her face ( ... )

blind_bomber July 12 2010, 04:13:00 UTC

His long fingers are intertwined with hers, and he has to admit that even if he's a little miffed at being pulled away from his newest pet project (and it feels good to be working with his hands again, and a grenade launcher is definitely not a stupid idea, no matter what Nill says), it's...nice, in a way, to be out with her like this. They spend a lot of time together, obviously, living in the same house, but it's...not quite the same, somehow.

He also finds himself hard-pressed not to grin at the way he can hear her wings rustling - his own are tucked in close to his back - not to mention her clothes: she's wearing one of those frilly dresses again, he thinks. He's not sure how he feels about that - although there is a vague curiosity about what color it is, and what the fabric would feel like against his palms.

wingsnotwords July 12 2010, 04:28:57 UTC

Nill squeezes his hand and for a brief moment, notices that his are still so much bigger than hers, even if she’d grown just a tiny bit. She looks back up at Iggy as she pulls her hand from his to twist his hand so she can drag her fingertip against his palm. what? Because she honestly hadn't expected him to look so pleased about being out of the house, away from his (stupid, stolen) idea of a home-made grenade launcher.

She’d expected him to argue, really. Just because he’d seemed so determined about it... But maybe the rain being gone was a good enough reason to leave even that behind to come outside.

blind_bomber July 12 2010, 04:37:57 UTC

He shakes his head, and the grin breaks free - he just can't help it.

"It's nothing," he says, but he knows he's not going to get away with that. For someone who can't talk, Nill can be frightfully persistent. So he tries the next best tactic - diversion.

"I was just thinking that you're probably pretty glad to be out of the house, huh? You don't have to worry about being blown up."

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labyrinthknows July 12 2010, 04:23:21 UTC

It was fashionably on time that he arrived, a strong, lithe street urchin pulling a wheelbarrow of hard-earned bottles, flasks, jugs, and barrels neatly arranged atop it.

"Just set them over there, sweet thing... there's a good boy. And there's your compensation, and a little extra - " a swift kiss on the cheek and a few whispered words and the teen slunk away giddy and expectant. Mockingbird knew the sort of affect a face like his could have if used properly, and who was he to pass up opportunity?

He had to admit, he'd enjoyed collecting that barrow of alcohol. Nighttime raids and solicitations, and the chance to exercise his ability a little bit - it was all welcome exercise. But now, to find the hostess of the party and inform her that her refreshment reinforcements had arrived. He moved among the flowers and sought out the hostess - the sooner he found her, the sooner he could enjoy himself.

sei_what July 12 2010, 06:46:20 UTC

And Sei? Sei was busy going to and fro along the large festival grounds, ensuring everything was holding up well, and playing the perfect, nice hostess. Despite the fact she usually left most of the planning and guest work to Youko, Sei was entirely sure she was capable of running things smoothly and, if the way things had been going so far was any indicator, it would indeed be a good day.

And so she took a moment to stop by the refreshment table one more time, taking a cup and dipping it into something clearly marked alcoholic.

As soon as this thing was going well on its own, she was going to try to forget -

Ah, that wasn't important. She turned back to the fore, and surveyed the party, using the skills she'd learned over the years of being antisocial to gauge the mood. Apparently things were still doing well.

whatgunbag July 13 2010, 16:45:17 UTC

Nick felt a little out of place, arriving at the party by himself. Sure, there were plenty of people around but none that he was really familiar with. But he had told Sei that he would come to the party, even if it was just an excuse to get some free booze.

Glancing around, he noticed the drink table and instantly felt better. Taking large steps towards the table, he noticed the woman he had only seen over the journals. Well, it was as close as to what someone in a tiny book could look like.

"Sei, right?" Nick appeared next to her with a smirk on his face. "Party seems nice." He reached around her, grabbing a cup. He was slightly disappointed to see the kid didn't bring any cans of beer but the alcohol in the bowl would have to do.

orz man life went kaboom for a moment sei_what July 16 2010, 23:42:21 UTC

She wasn't entirely sure who this fellow was, at least not at first, but as soon as he started talking, she realized that this was the one she had promised the alcoholic beverages to in the first place.

"Ah yes, thank you," she bowed her head slightly in greeting, stepping quietly out of the way so he could get his drink in peace. "I am Sei. I can't recall your name at the moment, though I know we've spoken before..." She trailed off, leaving him the opportunity to introduce (or maybe reintroduce, she couldn't remember - all the running around for planning the festival had her so busy even her normally acute memory was a bit hazy on the last few weeks).

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chocolatwitch July 13 2010, 10:32:56 UTC

Chocolat may not have been the expert on human manners and etiquette, but even she thought it was somewhat strange to walk into a stranger’s party. Especially when you looked like a drowned rat that’d been beaten half to death. With her usually perfectly straight locks a wavy, borderline bucket of frizz, and clothes wrinkled and askew. As well as the suspicious bruise that decorated her upper-mid thigh that was too high up for her thigh socks to reach and too far down for her school skirt to cover, Chocolat did not appear ready for a party. Neither did the exactly feel like attending one. After nearly drowning on the far side of the beach she’d been dumped at, she’d decided to cheer herself up with one of her patented ‘Chocolate Party spells. Although, for some strange reason, a single toffee fell from the sky and into her left eye, temporarily sending her into a fit of squeals. So, the whole ‘no magic for you’-thing and toffee-to-the-eye really didn’t put Chocolat in the mood to talk to others ( ... )

fairydeity July 14 2010, 02:41:19 UTC

The two brats are off God knows where, but she's not all too concerned. They were both too mesmerized by this strange new thing that Fou knew they would stay out of trouble -- for the most part. And if they did get into a mess, Kanda's loud, foul mouth was far too loud to miss.

She doesn't really care for this 'festival' thing. It's a nice break from the shitty rain, the shitty humidity and the shitty heat, she supposes. But it's not that hard to stay off at a distance, waiting for Alma and Kanda to come back when they've had enough of this place(which she somehow thinks they wont, but that's why she's there -- to force them back, if she has to).

"Banging your head against a tree isn't going to get your anything other than brain damage, you know," Fou calls down from where she's sitting up high, leaned back against the trunk with her legs crossed over the length of the branch.

[ooc; Jumping in here because Chocolate Amuses the hell out of me and idek her canon. If you're waiting on someone go ahead and kick me out 8Db ]

chocolatwitch July 14 2010, 10:52:52 UTC

Chocolat, upon hearing a somewhat condescending voice call down to her from the tree, stopped banging her head and instead looked upwards at the girl sitting above her. With an eyebrow raised and a clearly annoyed expression on her face, she considered whether she should let it all out at the pixie-like female or just ignore her. Being the proud, borderline obnoxious adolescent she was, Chocolat decided to go with something in between her other options. “I know, but it’s a lot more fun than this lame place,” she replied, spinning on her heel to rest her back against the tree, having to tilt her head backwards at a more comfortable angle to see her converser. “Seriously, this place is awful. The people are stupid, the lack of hearts is stupid and that stupid, ugly kid who looks like a girl is stupidChocolat paused, groaning to herself. Honestly, what had she done to deserve this? Being trapped on some random island with an evil book that drained her magic - she must’ve done some serious shit. And, to top it all off, she could really go ( ... )

fairydeity July 14 2010, 19:20:58 UTC

For a moment, Fou looks like she isn't listening at all. Her arms crossed behind her head, her eyes are closed and she's unmoving as Chocolat goes on. What was with this place and kids? It seemed like they were everywhere she turned. And, as she'd told Bak, she was not a babysitter and she wouldn't act like one, that was for sure. She peeks her eyes open to look out at the crowded streets(as though making sure Alma and Kanda haven't destroyed something from wherever they'd gone) and finally acknowledges Chocolats' rambling ( ... )