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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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She does still go back to petting the top of his head, though.]
Do you actually want to change the subject, or do you want me to ask you what it is? 'Cause we can talk about, umm... [she looks around the room for an idea,] Your nails! Is the polish still on?
[Show her your hands, mister, or tell her what you were going to say (probably something morbid).]
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(please, new subject, it was not morbid, it was kinky, she deserves better. either way, he is still excited about the nails, so he slowly comes back into a straight posture to show her his black nails.)
You can sleep over at any time, okay? If I can find some games for us, we have dinner once a week.
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I'd like that a lot. Having dinner, at least if Chuuya's cooking again...
[She waves Dazai's hands a little with a laugh before releasing them again and returning her elbow to the table, chin in her hand to smile at him more than a little teasingly.]
I'm trying to get him to join Cooking Club. Do you think he'll do it?
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(this is not slander, this is an honest to god comment. chuuya's loyal, and he goes the extra mile for his people, and doing something he enjoys on top of that? so easy, so so so easy.)
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[Ugh, he sat up again, so she just pats the back of his hand instead of the top of his head.]
As long as he'll have fun. I don't want him to do it just because of... some weird sense of obligation or something.
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(OUT THERE PUTTING CHUUYA ON BLAST.)
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[Matter-of-factly as she tilts her head with a smile. But that's a relief. Chuuya's so nice, she'd hate for him to not have fun doing it.]
So, what kind of stuff would you want to do for a weekly dinner? We can't do our nails every week, probably.
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(he told her why they don't get along - it's because they do, actually, and it piles up over time! chuuya's so easy to mess with, though, he can't help himself. he just loves reactive people.)
Ah, we could see if we could find games! Or I can make them myself, from memory?
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[She pats the back of his hand again. Positive reinforcement! Yes, good suggestion!]
What kind of games? I've never really gotten to play very many...
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(wonder if they have decks... but dazai surely could find a way to play without the actual deck. genius brain, genius brain.)
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[Putting Dazai's energy toward something mildly productive, anyway.]
Will you and Chuuya start brawling if one of you wins, though...?
[This seems like it could be a valid concern.]
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(and, oh, dear, a laughter so loud it could echo easily...)
When I win, you mean? Oooooodasaku could see 5 seconds into the future, you know. I've got several tricks up my sleeve! None of you will win!
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[Dazai!]
Maybe we should play a game that's all luck instead, then! That way there's a chance for me or Chuuya to win.
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Such as........?
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[She squints. She's not sure, really!]
Dice? [Doubtfully.]
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(dazai this was for later this week)
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Favorite food?
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(which is, well, solvable. not by him, naturally, but it's not like chuuya doesn't go above and beyond to make sure he eats. sleeps. has some sort of dopamine rushing through his brain.)
Favorite... Drink so far!
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Oh, um, juice! I like the apple juice they have here, it's really fresh. Hmm... favorite farm animal?
[Maybe she can convince him to swing by the farm to visit it, if there's one there!]
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(and the face he makes. ugh, animals, really? does he look like he's out there with chickens?)
None! I like cats, hate dogs, don't know what to do with most animals!
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[Mental note made to bug Shinji and/or Chuuya for what other kinds of foods can get him that umami he apparently craves.]
Really? Aaaaw, I wanted to see if you'd come hang out with me at the farm sometime! I won't put you to work, don't worry.
[She winks and grins at him. She knows him well enough not to do that, at least.]
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(good on her for expecting Nothing out of him.)
... Fine. But I don't like dogs. Keep the dogs away!!
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[Like if push came to shove and she had to pick only one animal, it would definitely be dogs. After all, her favorite one has a Persona!]
There's a dog on my team. Koro-chan. A little Shiba Inu who fought with a knife in his mouth.
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(his eyes squint, almost like he's trying to tell her to not put dogs in his path solely from the look in his eyes.)
I got bit once! It sucked! For no reason! I can't read them, I don't understand them, I don't like them!
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Koro-chan is different! He's really smart and loyal. Not to mention Cerberus is really strong. Aigis could understand and translate what he meant into words, too.
[She doesn't elaborate, but trusts Dazai to know that she's talking about a Persona. Yes. The dog has a Persona.]
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