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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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What was the future like? Apparently they had a Showtime together, which was a big deal! And awesome! But Sumi was...
Who was she?
She nods at the question and straightens up a little so she's not putting all or most of her weight on Akira.] Y-yeah. Maybe? It...I'd just unlocked Cendrillon. [A pause and she adds] Really unlocked her. It was still mid-January...
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Mid-january. We came up with a showtime toward the end of January, I think, so you're almost there. [He squeezes her middle gently, briefly distracted and lost in thought. At least... at least she'd already come to terms with being Sumire. A brief panic had seized him at the realization he could have been calling her Sumire when she was still wanting to be called Kasumi, but... No. Her true awakening had come after.]
[He stepped sideways with her, moving back into a careful sway with the music.] I definitely couldn't recreate it right now, but maybe I can try to show you later.
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She clings to him, feeling a little adrift and then feeling immediately guilty for it. Wasn't she the one that was leading here just a moment ago? She didn't mean to put this back on him now.]
...Okay. I'd like that. [She's quiet for a moment again, the questions burning inside of her, before she takes a deep breath and a slow exhale.] And you called me-- I'm still Sumire, huh? So that's... That's good. [it's good. Right?]
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You've always been Sumire. You just took an extended hiatus. [It's kind of a dumb way to put it, but he's a little dumb right now. It's the thought that counts.]
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…And everyone else is… okay with that? [Her eyes search Akira’s face— drunk or not she doesn’t believe he’d lie to her even just to make her feel better like this. Even if it’s bad news, she has to be strong enough to take it!
Or at least try to be.]
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...why wouldn't we be?
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No, nevermind. It’s a silly question, I guess. I just… Kasumi is—was— really great, you know? If she was in the Phantom Thieves… If it was her, instead of me…
[She trails off and then shakes her head sighing] It’s really no use thinking about that sort of thing, I know… And I know you guys like me for me. I know that. I just… have to remind myself. I’m sorry.
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Don't be sorry, be Sumire. [He could have given her a speech, but he's not much of a speech guy. So he just hugs her, and focuses all his attention on her. She seemed to appreciate being looked at-- he had to assume it had something to do with being in Kasumi's shadow her whole life, and he was happy to provide her all the attention she wanted.]
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You're drunk. [She accuses him instead, voice muffled, as if the drunkenness is the only cause for saying or doing such things so suddenly.]
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Listennnn, I didn't know the punch was spiked.
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She's quiet for a long moment, just resting against him.] How long are you going to hold me? Aren't I going to get heavy for you?
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[He continues to stand there with her, puffing up his cheeks in defiance.] You weigh like, two entire kilos, I could carry you around all night. [He does not mean that suggestively in any capacity.]
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But when you say things, I can believe it. I hope you can rely on me as much as I rely on you, one day. I really... [But she trails off, suddenly too embarrassed to finish her thought out loud and she shakes her head]
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's a lot of power to give a man, y'know. [He keeps his hands on her shoulders, bowing over her to put his head on hers.] 'm glad, though. I like being there for the people I care about. [He doesn't specifically address him relying on her-- he already does. He just doesn't really know how to tell her that.]
[Opening his eyes, having not fully realized he closed them, he looks down at her and tilts his head.] You really?
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Her face slowly turns redder and redder, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times. She's not sure she has the words to use to describe any of what she's feeling right now. How does she describe the level of respect and admiration and affection for him??]
I r-really...I just really like... Um. H-hanging out with you! And... And being part of the team! I'm grateful for all of that! [Her voice is a bit higher pitched than before, her laugh nervous as she squirms in her spot]
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[What a headache.]
[Shrugging one shoulder, he reaches up and sets his hand on her head.] I like hanging out with you too, Sumire. [When he actually gets around to telling her he knows she likes him, that statement might carry a bit more weight, but for now, he lets her skirt the topic.]