TR Day Party

[coffee_sir]

Every year, between Guy Fawkes Night and Thanksgiving, there was a holiday that everyone on the island could celebrate despite their cultural background. Tabula Rasa Day might not get the same fanfare as the other two red letter days, but it was well-enjoyed nonetheless because it commemorated the establishment of the community, a new home and a

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[onlyforthedream]

I'm not sure which would be a worse kind of hypocrisy- going to the celebration of the island's founding even though I'm still loathe to attempt to be social, or not going when I've just stood up and made a bid to represent the people who live here by sitting on the council. In the end, I think Bucky's right. There's nowhere to run to, and the farthest I can go isn't very. I should try, at least, and if anything, perhaps it will prove the kind of distraction I need.

It reminds me a fair bit of Providence, a thought that could be depressing in the utmost, and I remind myself that there is no 'rest of the world' here to infringe upon these people's lives. Only the island's own brand of malice, but if anything it seems to forge the bonds of community more strongly. Everyone here is a survivor.

I'm dressed down compared to what I wear to teach or what I wore to make my speech in, just a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt I found in the box, the design of which was strangely appealing. I keep an eye out for my students, and my friends,

[theboywhowaited]

Rory's making the rounds, a beer in hand and an easy smile on his face. A part of his mind is still, always, on the speeches of a few days before, thinking about how he could have done better, if he had messed up, would it be enough. But he's usually always up for a party, especially when his mind is working overtime. He can use the break.

He gives Steve a broad grin when he sees his broad frame standing out in the crowd and makes his way over. "Hello," he greets. "Nice party, right?"

[onlyforthedream]

"Rory," I say, smiling, and greeting the other man with a hand extended.

"It is. You did a great job, the other day."

[theboywhowaited]

Rory returns the shake firmly, ignoring the fleeting thought that Steve could probably break his hand if he wanted to. Maybe one day he won't look at the other man and first think of how much smaller he is comparatively. Today's not that day.

"Thanks," he says. "You, too. I really did like your speech. I like your, er.. focus."

[arrownomore]

With Batman and everything else that was going on, a party was just the kind of distraction Cissie needed. For a little awhile, she could just enjoy herself and not think about anything other than what she wanted to snack on and how long she'd have to wait before before Cassie or someone else dragged her away to dance.

The clothes box had been actually nice to her and given her a pretty sundress that had absolutely no lightning bolts on it and while she was suspicious of its sudden generosity, she was thankful for the chance to wear something not Flash-related for a change.

After a few moments of indecision, she nabbed a bowl of ice cream then looked around for a good spot to sit and enjoy it.

[girlsolo]

Kate's pulling a sip off her beer when she catches a flash of blond hair walking by. "Taking Sam some ice--" Whoops. Now that she gets a look at her, it's not Cassie at all. They don't look that much alike except the spark in their eyes. Tougher than she looks this girl. Kate approves. "Hey," she says instead of apologizing for the mistake.

[arrownomore]

"Nope, it's his other girlfriend's turn today," Cissie said playfully. The mistaken identity didn't bother her - she and Cass were tall, athletic blonde girls. They even had similar names, after all. This wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last.

[girlsolo]

"He's seriously not hot enough to bag you both." Kate quirks a sharp little smile at the blonde. She's the type Kate used to loathe, but if she knows Sam and Cassie well enough to make that joke comfortably, she's definitely not a suburban preppie.

[whoneedsadream]

Most other holidays passed Anatoly by but he took pains to remember this one. It was only here that he had found the freedom and safety that he had been searching for so long and even despite the tricks the island liked to play, he was glad to call it home.

Vodka in hand, he took a moment to survey the scene, a content smile on his face. Life was very good today.

[lt_blade]

Sonya wasn't even that much of a drinker, but she couldn't help give the vodka in his hand a jealous look.

She just had a cup of juice in one hand as she made her way over.

"That better be some good vodka." It was good natured enough, but she couldn't help feel that her CO would give her the evil eye for wanting alchohol like this, not in her state.

[whoneedsadream]

"It is," Anatoly answered, saluting her with his glass before setting it down discreetly. He remembered all too well how Svetlana had been during the later stages of both her pregnancies and she had forbidden vodka to be in their flat, let alone anywhere near her. "How are you feeling?"

[lt_blade]

"Emotional and sore from the inside out" She answered, truthfully but trying to brush it off. "Otherwise am okay"

"What about you? Now that Lex doesn't have council duty, you two have more time together" Sonya had a seat on the council, technically, but it was just for agriculture and the hunting crew, so it didn't involve nearly as much work as those who were actual electives.

[will_you_see]

Alcuin was in good spirits on TR Day, during the celebration, despite having some lingering unease about having told the entire island during the Council speeches that he had been a courtesan. It wasn't that he held any shame in it; he simply knew by now that there was a stigma attached. He had no idea if it would have any negative impact on his campaign, but he considered that all largely out of his hands now. And besides, he would be happy with nearly whoever won the positions.

Still, he could not help but wonder if anyone looked on him differently, and that slight disquiet came to bear as he saw the crowd for the celebration. It was not significant enough to damper his spirits, however, and he was simply glad to see the whole of the island brought together. And with a smile as he made his way through the crowd, he rather hoped that his running for Council might encourage new people to speak to him.

[loveofmasters]

Florence had to admit, the political process on the island was unique, but like back home you always ended up learning something... interesting about the candidates. Like her dance instructor, the former courtesan. Which was something Florence wasn't sure she knew what to do with. Different cultures had different ideas, sure, but Florence went to college, she was enlightened and back home and the idea of selling oneself for sex was demeaning. Yet Alcuin didn't seem bothered by his past and in the end, Florence decided to take her cue from that.

"That was a good speech. I hope you do well."

[will_you_see]

"Thank you," Alcuin said, and his smile turned a bit sheepish. "That's very kind, though I'm not so certain it's true."

[loveofmasters]

"It was honest, something politicians in my world have a difficult time managing."

Actually, now that she reflected on it, all of the speeches had seemed much more earnest and open. It was something to be said about closed communities, no one had any secrets so what was the point in trying to keep any?

[havenoplans]

Though he might be loathe to admit it, believing himself too stubborn, Thor is often someone easily swayed by the mood of others. If met with anger, he will return with an ire just as bright, and if surrounded by such merrymaking as what greets him upon his walk back to the home he shares with his brother, he is equally as quick to partake in making merry, though the exact cause for the celebration eludes him.

Not overly concerned with determining the need for a party, however, Thor simply fetches himself a glass of some mortal drink he's not yet tried and a plate bearing enough food to feed at least three people. It's only when he's returning for seconds that he bothers to ask the most obvious question: "To what are we showing honour?"

[likedtheodds]

"Do we need a reason?" is Gwaine's genuinely curious question. He's been drinking because there's been drinks about and for the most part, Gwaine's fairly good about not looking a gift horse in the mouth. He raises his pint with a broad grin to the bloke, aware that he's seen him before (but probably not while sober). "Cheers, mate."

[havenoplans]

Thor mimics the gesture in lifting his own glass, and decides with no grander interaction than a toast and a smile, that this fellow must be of solid stock.

"I like that," he says, about to clap the man by the shoulder only to realize he hasn't any free hands to do so. "You've good spirit!"

[likedtheodds]

"So I've been told," he agrees, chipper as a hummingbird in an ale-house. Or something like that, he's not exactly sure how coherent he is when he's been drinking like this and so he thinks he might have mucked that up a bit. "Can I get you another? It breaks my heart to think of you having so few," he mocks wryly.