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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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Her laugh is a little more genuine, nose crinkling a little with her smile as she rests her chin in her hand again. Scott seems like he's been through a lot, so if there's anything she can do, she's ready to help! Even if it's just providing a space where he can hang out.]
It's a pretty good pitch, yeah! What kinds of activities would you have in mind?
[Her eyes are sparkling a little playfully -- she doubts he has any ideas for that, but maybe he'll surprise her?]
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Uh, I guess normal teenager activities? [Unfortunately, going to the movies or going to the mall is out of the question. No arcades or anything like that either. Everything here is so old and boring.]
I mean, when you have the power to blow through a wall with your eyes, sometimes you just want to feel normal for a while.
[But maybe it'd also be good to have activities that sort of... encourage their abilities? Help them control them?]
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[She drums the fingers of her free hand lightly against the table as her gaze goes kind of distant with a faint smile. Going to the movies with her friends during the film festival, going to the summer festival in yukata, playing tennis with the students from that rural high school, shelving books in the library committee... there were a lot of normal things she'd gotten to do, in between all the abnormal things she'd had to do as the leader of SEES.
...She misses it, kind of. Both the normal and abnormal parts.
Late nights are difficult for her, an exhaustion lingering deep in her bones since the final battle making it hard to move. But the music has been slowing down this late in the evening, and she's pretty sure she can handle doing one more thing before finally letting Shinji take her back home to Astralin's farmhouse. Planting both hands on the table, she shoves herself to her feet and offers Scott a hand.]
Wanna dance with me, then? I think I've got one more tonight!
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He's honestly never danced with another person before, but he's not opposed. Besides, when is he gonna get to dance back home? Xavier's School, while neat, doesn't seem to function like a regular high school. Who knows what sort of events and stuff they'll get to do.
So, normal thing now sounds nice.]
Yeah-- sure, I'd like that.
[Any false confidence he's had prior has definitely depleted, leaving Scott almost meek, but he swallows past the lump in his throat and gets up from his seat. A thought goes through his mind of 'shouldn't guys ask these questions,' but he shoves it to the back of his mind before offering a hand to her.]
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[Maybe guys should be the ones asking these kinds of questions, but that's never stopped her in the past. If her time with Mitsuru had taught her anything, it's that girls are just as competent at doing things as boys are -- sometimes even more so! So she takes his hand with all the self-assuredness of an extrovert in her element and tugs him toward the dance floor with a smile.
The slower music from the weary band isn't really her style -- none of the music tonight really has been, her preferences leaning more toward electronic and pop -- but a glance around at those few locals who are still up and at it gives her all the cue she needs to pull him in close with a cheerful laugh. If he won't do it himself, she'll put his hands on her hips for him before letting her own hands come to rest atop his arms.]
I think doing normal stuff is important. Especially for people with abilities, like you talked about. It helps remind us that we're still people, you know?
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He can't. Never.
Some of those feelings disappear, however, as she guides his hands to her hips, before letting them rest on his arms. Geez, he really is making her do all the work, isn't he? That's pretty lame on his end. He wants her last dance tonight to be fun, and that thought helps with building some of his confidence back up, causing Scott to move with the music and keeping his eyes on hers. Well, as much as he can with shades covering them.]
...So, do you have an ability too?
[It almost sounds like she's speaking from experience, but she could also just be really empathetic. Scott feels like there's an equal chance of either, so he might as well ask her. He sort of hopes that she does have a power like him, because it helps with feeling less isolated and all that.]
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Ah, but that's the question she was expecting to get. It seems only fair, after he told her about his own, but also hers is so complicated and annoying to explain... ugh. So instead she just shrugs, her smile turning somewhat sheepish.]
Kind of. I don't think it works right here, though. I haven't tried, anyway.
[She taps her fingertips against his arm, smile brightening again.] Hey, can you spin me? [And without waiting for his answer, she raises her arms and pivots on one foot. Hang on!]
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Oh, uh, of course--
[And she's already in the process of doing so. He shouldn't be surprised at this point and Scott hastily scrambles to keep up, moving his arm up so she can pivot and spin easily on her foot. He's still sort of following her lead, isn't he? But at least she's having fun, Scott's a little more sure about that.]
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I'd say it's your turn now, but I'll need a minute. [She huffs another laugh through her nose with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.] We should have danced earlier, I think.
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Next time, I'll ask you for a dance. And it won't be at the end. [He can't let her do all the work!!] But hey, if you wanna retire for the night, I won't be hurt. It is getting late and everything.
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[And if her antics distracted him away from asking further about her powers, so much the better. She smiles up at him again, still swaying a little more gently with him and the music before casting a glance around the room. She's not very tall, so she pushes herself up on tiptoes, leaning against his arms for extra support as she looks around.]
I might... I'm sure Aragaki-senpai was ready to go home hours ago.
[She kind of bullied Shinjiro into sticking around hoping that he'd have fun, but she holds no illusions that he wouldn't rather just stay home.]
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Are they still around? Be pretty lame on them if they left without letting you know.
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[She keeps her position there on tiptoes, trusting Scott to keep her supported. Sure, they barely know each other, but he seems reliable enough. And sure enough, with a quick a-ha!, she points over his shoulder to a large teen doing his best impression of a wall on the other side of the inn.]
Yeah, he's right there. Shinjiro Aragaki.
[Dropping back down, she takes Scott's hands in both of hers and gives him a smile and a wink.]
I mean it, you'd better ask me to dance next time, okay? I'll be looking forward to it!
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A bit of a wallflower, isn't he?
[He briefly squeezes her hands before releasing them, a more genuine smile crossing his features as he nods.]
I promise. [Maybe he'll learn a bit more how to dance next time too--] I'll see you later then.