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expiationlogs2023-04-21 12:41 pm
electroburst) wrote in expiationlogs2023-04-21 12:41 pm
(OPEN MINGLE) Ain't no party like an Aldrip party
Who: The Chosen
Where: Aldrip inn
What: Open mingle log (with mod approval)!
Warnings: Nothing major anticipated, other than light (underaged) drinking and comic mischief, but PM me if any warn-worthy things happen and I can update this space.
Feel free to use this log as a completely open mingle for all characters new and old! There will be a few prompts below the cut, but you're free mess around with them or come up with your own ideas for toplevels, and tag around as you please.
Nestled in the heart of the quaint town of Aldrip, the inn, formally known as The Inn, has housed the Chosen of Expiation since their initial arrival. In spite of the occasional influx of new Chosen, they've dedicatedly provided rooms, food and drink, and basic amenities without buckling—even during the food shortages and other issues that have plagued the town. Of course, the Chosen have been no slouches themselves, repaying the hospitality with mercenary work, hunting and fishing, cooking, completing odd jobs, and much more to help bolster the economy. Even those, er, less magnanimous sorts have benefitted from this give-and-take, although there are those that prefer their living space to be a bit more solitary (or perhaps cave-ier) that might not have noticed as much.
In the days to follow, most won't be able to recount exactly how The Party started. The true story is that one particular new arrival, after having spent a day or two scouting the area out and, deciding it's chill enough, opted to do what he does best: be a public menace. What is known is that rounds of drinks start getting ordered and handed out, and soon platters of cheese, fresh bread, and other victuals make the rounds as well, appearing on tables that quickly begin filling with people. Somehow, someway, local musicians are pulled in to play and given a striking, energetic setlist to set the tone. The word gets out—party at the inn!
And boom: just like that, it's a party, and everyone's invited.
Early on, the offerings are relatively meager. The inn's food stores aren't completely bottomless after the shortages, to say the least, and there are a sight more Chosen (and local residents who also join in on the fun) than there is free food to toss at them. The drinks range from milk, water and juice to scuzzy, pisswater beer, which is a bit more plentiful. As the tavern portion of the inn fills with people, the music relatively ambient so that you can still hear the people at the table next to you talking, others bring their own food and drink, adding to the options on offer.
Others bring things like cards to play with, or dice and coins to gamble with, and set up spaces at tables toward the back. There's even an amateur fortune teller, heavy emphasis on amateur. Maybe you've got some party games of your own in mind, or you're a natural-born performer and want to hit the stage. Maybe you'd rather just grab a pint and lurk in the corner doing some people-watching. Or maybe you're just hungry and want to stuff a bunch of cheese in your pockets for later. Either way, there's something here for everyone.
As evening wears on, the peaceful inn party blossoms into a proper block bash. Even if you're not the partygoing sort, it'd be a little difficult to ignore the sheer ruckus going on downstairs while you attempt to read quietly in your room. The music, chatter and laughter carries on down the street, attracting even more people. By this point, it seems as if the food and drinks have multiplied, thanks mostly in part to others showing up with their own offerings, Chosen and local alike. It's getting rowdy in a few places—the music's louder and livelier, people are dancing and singing, and the gambling/party games' stakes seem to just keep climbing higher and higher. It's a good time all around. If you're not the quiet, loner type, anyway.
Thinking of sitting this one out? Think again: somebody starts going around to all the rooms and knocking on the doors, calling out to come join the fun. By the time you get to the door, though, whoever's up here disturbing the peace is gone, but maybe you can track them down by their voice at some point and wring their neck later.
In addition to the escalating merriment, all this imbibing also has the added benefit of loosening a few lips. Now's your chance to pick up the latest Aldrip gossip! You might even hear tell of a few pesky monsters that need slaying, so if you want to jump on that bounty before anyone else gets to it, you better act quickly. (But maybe don't run out into the woods in the middle of the night to fight monsters while inebriated... or do, nobody's stopping you.)
Late into the night, the festivities are still going, and they're... messy. Fortunately the drinks and provisions seem to have run to the bottom of the barrel, so those that've been partying hard for hours are getting cut off whether they like it or not. The band's getting tired, the tempo of the music fluctuating. Some people might like to go to bed sometime soon, so maybe now it's time for the voices of reason to tell those still dancing on top of the tables to get down. And why is there a chicken in here? ...And oh no, somebody tell those guys to take that swordfight outside!! Yeeaaahh, maybe it's about time to shut this production down.
Or maybe not. Let the good times roll until the sun comes up! That's up to you.
Where: Aldrip inn
What: Open mingle log (with mod approval)!
Warnings: Nothing major anticipated, other than light (underaged) drinking and comic mischief, but PM me if any warn-worthy things happen and I can update this space.
Feel free to use this log as a completely open mingle for all characters new and old! There will be a few prompts below the cut, but you're free mess around with them or come up with your own ideas for toplevels, and tag around as you please.
Nestled in the heart of the quaint town of Aldrip, the inn, formally known as The Inn, has housed the Chosen of Expiation since their initial arrival. In spite of the occasional influx of new Chosen, they've dedicatedly provided rooms, food and drink, and basic amenities without buckling—even during the food shortages and other issues that have plagued the town. Of course, the Chosen have been no slouches themselves, repaying the hospitality with mercenary work, hunting and fishing, cooking, completing odd jobs, and much more to help bolster the economy. Even those, er, less magnanimous sorts have benefitted from this give-and-take, although there are those that prefer their living space to be a bit more solitary (or perhaps cave-ier) that might not have noticed as much.
In the days to follow, most won't be able to recount exactly how The Party started. The true story is that one particular new arrival, after having spent a day or two scouting the area out and, deciding it's chill enough, opted to do what he does best: be a public menace. What is known is that rounds of drinks start getting ordered and handed out, and soon platters of cheese, fresh bread, and other victuals make the rounds as well, appearing on tables that quickly begin filling with people. Somehow, someway, local musicians are pulled in to play and given a striking, energetic setlist to set the tone. The word gets out—party at the inn!
And boom: just like that, it's a party, and everyone's invited.
Early on, the offerings are relatively meager. The inn's food stores aren't completely bottomless after the shortages, to say the least, and there are a sight more Chosen (and local residents who also join in on the fun) than there is free food to toss at them. The drinks range from milk, water and juice to scuzzy, pisswater beer, which is a bit more plentiful. As the tavern portion of the inn fills with people, the music relatively ambient so that you can still hear the people at the table next to you talking, others bring their own food and drink, adding to the options on offer.
Others bring things like cards to play with, or dice and coins to gamble with, and set up spaces at tables toward the back. There's even an amateur fortune teller, heavy emphasis on amateur. Maybe you've got some party games of your own in mind, or you're a natural-born performer and want to hit the stage. Maybe you'd rather just grab a pint and lurk in the corner doing some people-watching. Or maybe you're just hungry and want to stuff a bunch of cheese in your pockets for later. Either way, there's something here for everyone.
As evening wears on, the peaceful inn party blossoms into a proper block bash. Even if you're not the partygoing sort, it'd be a little difficult to ignore the sheer ruckus going on downstairs while you attempt to read quietly in your room. The music, chatter and laughter carries on down the street, attracting even more people. By this point, it seems as if the food and drinks have multiplied, thanks mostly in part to others showing up with their own offerings, Chosen and local alike. It's getting rowdy in a few places—the music's louder and livelier, people are dancing and singing, and the gambling/party games' stakes seem to just keep climbing higher and higher. It's a good time all around. If you're not the quiet, loner type, anyway.
Thinking of sitting this one out? Think again: somebody starts going around to all the rooms and knocking on the doors, calling out to come join the fun. By the time you get to the door, though, whoever's up here disturbing the peace is gone, but maybe you can track them down by their voice at some point and wring their neck later.
In addition to the escalating merriment, all this imbibing also has the added benefit of loosening a few lips. Now's your chance to pick up the latest Aldrip gossip! You might even hear tell of a few pesky monsters that need slaying, so if you want to jump on that bounty before anyone else gets to it, you better act quickly. (But maybe don't run out into the woods in the middle of the night to fight monsters while inebriated... or do, nobody's stopping you.)
Late into the night, the festivities are still going, and they're... messy. Fortunately the drinks and provisions seem to have run to the bottom of the barrel, so those that've been partying hard for hours are getting cut off whether they like it or not. The band's getting tired, the tempo of the music fluctuating. Some people might like to go to bed sometime soon, so maybe now it's time for the voices of reason to tell those still dancing on top of the tables to get down. And why is there a chicken in here? ...And oh no, somebody tell those guys to take that swordfight outside!! Yeeaaahh, maybe it's about time to shut this production down.
Or maybe not. Let the good times roll until the sun comes up! That's up to you.
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[Does she need it? Probably not. Rarely does Aerith ever actually need help. Needing and wanting, after all, are two very different things. And usually it's not about the help at all, but rather just the companionship. Aerith is rather big on that portion.]
If you aren't busy, I'd love to have you. I'm not doing anything here long-term. Just thought I'd help out a little when I saw things were picking up. I think I'm getting it okay, aside from some orders here and there.
[Aerith has probably messed up more than she's helped, honestly.]
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Sure.
...Otherwise I'm probably just gonna leave. [ Because wouldn't you know!!! She's still not really in a partying mood, even after all this time. ]
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So maybe distraction is a good way to handle things.]
I don’t wanna keep you here if you don’t want to stay, but I’m happy to see you. I probably haven’t been the most available. Or as available as you deserve for me to be. I guess things have been a little weird lately. For all of us, really. We could use this.
[She lifts a hand and gestures around the inn indicatively.]
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When Aerith gestures about the inn, Mizuki's eyes follow her motions. Eager to step away from the crowd a bit, Mizuki nods and continues to follow, until Aerith is stopped by a face neither of them know, someone who's already flush in the cheeks. ]
Hey! I think that's for me.
[ They wink, indicating the mug that Aerith is still holding. ]
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Sorry about that! This isn't something I normally do. Here you are!
[But they seem rather understanding. At least, so far. Besides, if she really needed to, she could probably talk her way out of a problem or two. And if she couldn't, she imagines Mizuki could resolve things.]
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Thanks, doll.
[ And they're off to join their group of friends, who apparently just let out a loud cheer about......something. They can't tell.
...
...... ]
"Doll," huh?
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When Mizuki points it out in what she'd describe as 'cheeky,' Aerith grins unabashedly.]
I don't think I look very doll-like, but sometimes people see what they want to see. It's possible that the locals might be picking that out based on my behaviour. I'm not starting fights and I always try to be helpful. Or maybe that guy was just weird.
[That guy was probably just weird, honestly.]
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[ Honestly, she can kind of see it. Mizuki just stares at Aerith as she responds, as open about herself as ever, and there's no denying that she's cute. Before she can have another Date moment, though, she'll catch it this time and just keep the comment to herself. ]
Or drunk. Or both.
[ Mizuki shrugs! ]
Better leave 'em be until they cause trouble. I've never been in a bar fight, but I'd make a great bouncer.
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Or drunk or both.
If they start anything, we can handle it. Between the two of us, we've got it all under control. Besides, I already talked myself out of one slightly concerning situation that happened in a tavern here. If I did it once, I could do it again.
[But she'd really like not to. Speaking of which, where did that guy go anyway? She hasn't seen him since that particularly situation. When he was looking for Mizuki.]
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There is something of a playful smile on her face. ]
You can't just say that and not tell me what happened.
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[Aerith can appreciate how lighthearted she's taking all of this. She has no reason not to when she's as vague as she is, of course. But...]
I just made a guy mad for interfering in something he was doing that he shouldn't have been doing. Not the first time I'm made someone mad by meddling. I saw him once on the network afterwards, but we haven't seen one another since then.
[Unless Saito's been watching her, of course. She can't imagine she's important enough to qualify for that, however.]
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Huh...
[ Well, she's a cop and a special agent, so it was literally her job to meddle. ]
Well, what was he doing? ...Hitting on you? [ If only. ]
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[If flirting means threatening, then yes, but she doubts Mizuki would put it that way.]
Regardless, hasn't happened since then. I don't think he wants to see me and it's probably a good idea if I don't see him. I'm supposed to not be causing Cloud more issues than I already am. I like pressing his buttons, but I don't want to give him a reason to be worried.
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She's about to ruin the entire vibe, isn't she? ]
Did he introduce himself? [ She has a Feeling. ]
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Now that you mention it—
[Aerith finds herself thumbing at her chin with some thought and mild consideration.]
—I don't remember him actually introducing himself. I'd know him if I saw him again, though. He looked very unique, which might not mean anything here. Seems like just about everyone looks pretty unique, in my opinion.
[No mood broken. At least not yet.]
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Then again, he probably wouldn't go out of the way to introduce himself. How vague Aerith ends up being does not go unnoticed, either, though it is hard. She doesn't know exactly how she'd describe his demeanor, or what "mask," personality he might have put on. ]
Oh, well.
Blond hair? Down to about... here? [ She indicates something about shoulder-length, maybe a little longer. He probably would've still been wearing Aiba at that point, wouldn't he? Her Aiba... ] Extremely punchable face?