Open Log

[wellsuited]

Who: EVERYONE. Seriously, everyone.
When: Forward-dated to tomorrow night.
Where: A large building that had once been damaged, but has now been repaired. (Directions provided to anyone who needed them.)
Format: Action, paragraph, multiple threads, past, present. AKA whatever you'd like.
What: A little party to mix business and pleasure.
Warnings:

Comments

/closes her eyes and dives in. >.<

[wellsuited]

[She did not fit the profile of a party animal, but for good reason. Before coming to Anatole, Elena had never been to a party in her life. She hadn't even taken part in the monthly Turk poker tournament. Why socialize or have fun when you could be on the clock instead? Overtime. Now there was a good time.

Since coming to Anatole, she hadn't done much better. But she did at least go to the occasional shindig, mostly looking for opportunities and free food. That was another thing she was bad at -- letting go of ivories for herself, even when it came to necessities.

And now here she was...actually throwing the party for a change. And what was Elena doing at her party? Drinking punch and watching the door, ready to pounce the next person who came through it.]

/CANNONBALLS! 8D

[looseleafbook]

[She can pounce on the squeaky clean handyman she's had for the past few hours? Lavi grins and gives her a little salute.]

And here I thought I'd be fashionably late but I see the party's just getting started.

/SPLASHED!

[wellsuited]

[Handyman spotted!]

Lavi!

[Elena was on her feet quickly...perhaps a little too quickly if the clatter of her falling chair was any indication. She blinks back at it before returning her attention to him.]

The sun room looks incredible!

[A thoughtful tilt of her head.]

It almost makes me wish I'd had the party during the day...

:3

[looseleafbook]

[He chuckles a little and picks the poor thing back up, setting it up for anyone else to sit in.]

Thanks, Elena. Though I'm just hoping it'll stand up to any kind of treatment you put it through. Just no more dragons, yeah?

[A playful wink, hard to tell with the eye-patch, since the dragon wasn't her fault. Anyone's really.]

Don't worry about that, yeah? You've got a ton of opportunities in the future to have guests over to enjoy it.

[inpiecesofcloud]

[With a burst of noise, a small child enters the party. She wears a pink polka dot dress and a very large tie. The tie doesn't match the dress at all - it's bright red and covered in hearts - but she looks rather proud to have it on. There's a worn-looking satchel slung over her shoulder with a small orange kitten peeking out.

Naturally, she makes a bee-line for the food.]

[firebornfidelis]

[Riza's here, of course. To support Elena, if nothing else. She isn't big on parties usually, but she's decided to make the effort today. It's a good change of pace from the events of the last few weeks at the very least. She's dressed neatly, if a just a little fancier than usual, in a little black dress with a jacket over it. In her hand is a glass of the notably-unspiked punch and she moves casually along the edge of the room, content just to watch everyone else enjoy themselves.]

[neckcracker]

[That odds that Rokuro should be here are far smaller. And yet...here he is. He's perched himself on a table, gripping the edge of it and watching the people as they pass by. He finds most of them rather boring, but Riza at least earns a comment.]

...Eight point five.

[firebornfidelis]

[She stops at the sound of a voice she doesn't know. A number seems an odd way to address a stranger, but in the interest of civility (and some confused curiosity) she speaks.]

Excuse me?

[neckcracker]

Eight. Point. Five.

[He speaks slower now, making a show of enunciating.]

A nine if you got rid of the jacket.

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla arrives in a dress... which fairly qualifies as the first time she's worn one in some months. In fact, she can barely remember the last time.]

[Kind of like parties in general. She wasn't sure she'd be able to make it, and only did make it at the last minute, and now she finds she's completely forgotten what on even does at a party.]

[So. She lingers by the wall instead, watching people and feeling a little awkward.]

[Hm. Maybe she should go on an impromptu patrol.]

[slaythemoon]

[He vaguely recognizes her from video posts, but he'll be damned if he can put a name to her face. She looks about as comfortable as he feels though, so he's going to take the initiative and break the ice. Maybe that might help with the awkwardness?]

...hey.

Ichigo, you are terrible at names.

[yetsleeping]

[She feels him approach - his... reiatsu, is it? - spills off of him like water from those... fountains in town. And if he were from her world - or if she could read reiatsu the way she can read yoki - she would recognize him based on that alone.]

[...but he isn't, and she can't, so she doesn't know him, until he speaks. But then, she lifts her head a little and smiles, and says...]

Hello! You're... Ichigo? Unless I'm wrong. If I'm wrong, that would be really embarrassing.

But not for you! Just for me.

He's awful with them. They just don't wanna stick.

[slaythemoon]

[He gives her a small half-smile and moves to lean against the wall nearby]

Got it in one! I just thought I'd come over and say hi since I don't think we've ever actually met outside the box.

[...]

Though... no offense, but you look like you feel about as comfortable here as I do.

[malfattore]

{Talk about being out of your element.}

{His walk is very nearly a glide, steps confident and void of any sort of apprehension to the atmosphere... til he really gets in there. Bristling beneath layers of soft leather, suddenly tense, our dottore peers about, searching for the source of the music. A contraption on the staging area? How does it work? Who's here already? Who's coming?}

{Move along. Make a suitable appearance for the sake of your employer, and then get the hell out of there.}

[circus_bones]

Doc!

[He pops up suddenly, like he's attached to a spring. A joker-in-the-box.]

Fancy seeing you here!

[The colorful man reaches out with a hand that isn't a hand, just bone seeking to clap him on the shoulder.]

Now I know what yer thinkin'...place needs more balloons, am I right?

[malfattore]

{Yeah, not a fan of the surprise greeting. He makes no fuss of it, only reminds himself that any screwball could be here, and to perhaps be a little more aware of his surroundings. Certain instincts simply haven't been exercised as much here as opposed to home.}

{Glaring down at the odd little arrangement of bone... touching him... he is, of course, a little confused.}

Balloons should be everywhere. Entertaining without being a nuisance.

{...}

Why have you no flesh on your arm? How does it function in that state?

[circus_bones]

Ah, ya mean this?

[He held up his arm, turning it left and right. That Joker actually chuckled with the actual made it seem all the more...wrong.]

Can't rightly call it 'mine'. I was born missin' this arm. This here is prosthetic.

[Joker raps the knuckles of his opposite hand, the one with flesh against it.]

It was fashioned from special material from a doc much like yerself!