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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 raises her hand to get the bartender's attention to order -- juice. Just juice -- and steal one of the pieces of cheese from Reno's plate.]
I'd want to go investigate, but I'd be worried about bringing a dragon all the way to town. I keep hearing there's some guy living out in the mountains, too? But I don't know anything about that.
[She's not quite at the level of desperation for friendship that she'll go trekking out into the mountains to find out What's The Deal With Sephiroth.]
Oh, I guess maybe the better question is, what have people told you about already?
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[ Technically. Eyebrows jumping, Reno either decides to be polite or realizes he'd forgotten not to be a cheese hog or both and slides the plate over a little so that it's settled between them. There's a bunch of them sitting out all over, but he's not about to go looking for his own now that he's comfortable.
Some guy living in the mountains might be worth looking into, though. (Sentences that precede terrible events.) ]
Well... mostly just bits and pieces of shit that's supposed to make sense, I guess. Whole lot of chatter around here about busted fridges. Never heard so much gab about appliances in my damn life. Guess they don't got a Scrap-Mart around here.
[ Shaking his head mostly to himself as he motions for another beer. Technically he don't got a Scrap-Mart back home, either. Not since Midgar got wasted. ]
Oh, something about missing people, too. You hear about that?
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[Which is so wild to her, that people hear dragon and go, "oh, one of those again?" as if they're not some crazy mythical creature. Then again, she can think of at least one Persona that was a legendary dragon that she had in the past, so... It's all about perspective, she guesses!
She snorts a laugh and grabs another piece of cheese, nodding along. Yeah, she'd never had to think about appliances before that! They'd always just been a fact of life! But she nods at the mention of missing people, her smile fading into something more serious (even as she speaks through a mouthful of cheese).]
Yeah... it was on our way back. I wouldn't spend a lot of time in that forest if I were you. It's... really creepy. I don't get scared that easily, [max courage stat babey,] but it really did feel like there was something wrong with it. [A shrug! Believe her or don't!] Some of the local leaders were kind of dragging their feet about investigating, so a bunch of us sent out search parties and did what we could, but we couldn't find anybody who'd disappeared. It's like they vanished.
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It just probably isn't immediately obvious by the way he looks back to the bartender, and then to his beer and cheese, languid as he has a little of both and answers simply: ]
Huh.
[ A couple thoughtful seconds, and then: ]
There no police force out here or anything? Search and rescue? I mean, I'm gathering by the backwater state of the place that probably ain't the case, 'specially if whoever's in charge didn't feel like sending anyone out.
[ He cuts himself off with another thought before she can answer, frowning. ]
'Course if civvies were out searching on their own, whatever clues there were are probably long gone, but still.
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I think some people have been trying to organize something like that... patrols to protect the town, I mean. I know there's at least one person who was police back home, and another person who specialized in search and rescue who went looking, but...
[Mizuki and Izuku respectively. Kotone will be the first to admit that her experience in search and rescue did largely amount to "running around looking for people," because "evidence" wasn't really something that existed in Tartarus, but-]
Are you a detective, Reno-san?
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Yeah, something like that.
[ That answer has ~layers~. Partly because he does a whole lot more than just detective work, but also, given the state of the world he lives in these days, calling himself a detective anymore is a little bit of a stretch. He doesn't go on to explain the joke, but he does smirk to himself about it, a little wry, maybe just a hair sardonic, but not unkind. No point teasing the kid, she wouldn't get it. ]
S&R ain't exactly my area of expertise, though. The searching, yeah. Rescuing? Eh... dunno about that. Could be worth looking into, though. Not like I've got anything better to do once this party's over.
[ If the party's ever over. Perhaps it will go on forever. ]
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If you find anything, let us know? A lot of people have been really worried about it. ["Us" being the so-called Chosen, that is. Probably some locals too, but as much as Kotone generally likes most people at first blush, she's lost a lot of faith in them getting much done about this particular problem.]
Oh, but if you're looking for something to do... you're probably not interested, but I'm putting together some clubs. You know, for something to do other than mope around and wonder what to do next. Cooking, Sewing, Magic, stuff like that. It's a good way to meet people with similar interests!
[She's offering it, but considering Reno doesn't look to be near high school age, she's guessing he might think it childish.]
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Do I look like the mopey type? I dunno, that might be outta my age bracket a little bit. You guys ever need a... like a guest speaker or somethin', though, maybe I could show up. I got decent enough Materia on me to give the magic club something to look at, anyway.
[ If he'd known he'd be getting stuck in basically fucking Narnia he'd have stocked up on some better spells, though. Even if he's not much of a magic guy. There'll probably come a day when he'll sincerely wish he'd brought a Cure with him. ]
Come to think of it—can anybody set one of those up? A club? 'Cause I've got some ideas.
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But before she can ask about what, exactly, that is, he's following up with his own question, and she claps her hands together once.] Yeah! I mean, the locals say the building is mine for some reason, but anybody can use it. Why, what do you have in mind?