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(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.

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[Now, Kotone definitely didn't plan this party, but she's thrilled to be here. It's good to see people having fun for once, especially in the aftermath of the food crisis, the forest, and the people who've gone missing. Wearing a short plaid skirt and a plain blouse, she's bouncing around from person to person, greeting those she knows, introducing herself to those she doesn't. She is absolutely in her element here!]

1. sweets delivery;

[After scouting the party briefly, Kotone disappears, only to return with food of her own. It's all fairly simple fare, mostly small sandwiches, cookies, and cupcakes she'd had prepared already. But she's happy to add to the spread, if only because it makes her feel less bad about grabbing something else to eat herself. She can be found either shifting things around on the table or on the bartop to make more room, humming cheerfully to herself, or preparing her own plate to eat. If someone makes the mistake of looking at her arranging too long, she turns with a smile and an apple cupcake.]

Hey, try this! I made it!

2. dancing queen;

[You know, she really should thank Dazai of all people; after they'd danced in the local bar to the music in her own headphones that no one but they could hear, dancing in a big crowd like this isn't embarrassing at all! She's laughing and doing her best to learn some of the local dances, sometimes kicking her feet and swinging her hands along with the locals, sometimes just letting her body move to the music however she wants. It's not like the music she'd used to listen to when she'd be at the club with Mutatsu, but it's still fun!

Keen-eyed observers might notice that every now and then, when her skirt twirls higher, she has her pistol-like Evoker strapped to her upper thigh, normally hidden beneath the skirt. Listen, just in case, alright?

It's with a bright smile on her face that she offers a hand to anyone who makes the mistake of watching her too long. Anyone who looks like they're just embarrassed and not just Unwilling gets her grabbing their hand herself to drag them in.] C'mon! Live a little, have fun!

3. dark hour;

[Kotone hasn't stayed up past midnight in a long time. There's been no reason to do so here, after all! Through the night, she's been a whirlwind of energy, bouncing from one person to the next, having fun, generally inserting herself into everyone's business for at least a few minutes at a time, if not longer. But now that it's creeping into the small hours, she's taken a seat near the edge with a drink and a little plate of what snacks are left over. She looks... exhausted. More tired than even her amount of activity should suggest. But she's still sitting there with a smile on her face, her chin resting in her hand, watching the festivities. And the brawl. Normally she'd try to break it up, but... eh. Somebody else can take care of that this time.

Should anyone sit near her, she'll tilt her head toward them with a tired smile.] Did you have fun?

4. wildcard!

[Kotone will be Literally Everywhere during the party. Want to invite her for a game? Chat with her? Do karaoke with her? She won't want to fight with anyone, but she'll be game for just about everything else. Hit me up on discord or on plurk if there's anything specific you'd like to do with her!]

Edited 2023-04-22 11:33 (UTC)

(he's drunk, but lately, it feels like kotone has seen that more often than his sober state. it's fine. he's still awfully functional even so, like not even liters upon liters of alcohol could dull him, unfortunately to him!

he's still drinking, whatever it is, and bothering the poor bartender for detergent, poison, something!! come on, don't be a square!! he won't tattle!! and then the familiar voice, and he quits immediately to look at his mentee. she's so cute!! look at her!!

his fingers go to her cheeks, where he pinches, all giddy.)

Yes!! Always!! Koto-chan, you're so precious!!!! Look at you, being super precious and dancy queen!! The best mentee ever!!

Ooow, Dazai-san!

[She pouts at him and swats at his hands. That hurts!! But she laughs a few seconds later anyway, shaking her head at him.]

If I didn't know better, I'd think you planned this.

You PRECIOUS, even if you swat me!

(a look around, another look, a third look --)

No, too much work.

[She sticks her tongue out at him! Take that!]

That's how I knew you didn't plan it. There's no way you'd get it started. Suggest that someone else start it, maybe...

[She's got a few of your numbers, buddy.]

Have you been behaving yourself? [As if their ages are reversed...]

kotone shiomi | persona 3 portable

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