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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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He is pretty impressed with her performance, which is enough to soften his mood.]
I have a better idea. [He says and takes the offered deck. Without a warning he stands up and gestures her to do the same.]
I want you to play against me. Your choice of the game of course, as I'm the one challenging you.
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Hmm... I don't really play a lot of games, so you're probably the expert. Can you play Old Maid with just two people?
[Her smile is cute and there's just a little sparkle of mischief in her eyes. A game based purely on reading people and more than a little luck. It would be a good chance to put what she's been practicing to the test! Or--]
Or we could have a different kind of competition. If you think you're up for it...
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I believe Old Maid requires two to around twelve players so we can do that if you so wish. But very well, competition is a competition. [He briefly gestures to the corner where people are playing with darts.] Would you be interested in a game of darts, then? If so I must warn you that I'm rather good.
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[What has she done in her life... surprisingly not a lot, but also, way too much. Her smile turns impish as she points toward the dance floor.]
I was thinking dancing. We could get some of the locals to judge! Oh!
[Her smile doesn't lose any of its light as she points to the ceiling.]
Maybe an eating contest? [Now she's just being silly, but also, she's pretty confident she could win that, too.]
1/2
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He thinks for a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.]
Very well. If we get a local to work as a judge we should be able to be able to get an objective verdict. Neither of us are familiar with local dances, I assume.
[Still, so risky. Better amp up the stakes!]
Our bids should match the challenge. How about the loser will have to obey winner's command?
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[Well, she was learning some local dances earlier, but if Akechi hadn't seen, that's his business. Instead, before Akechi can change his mind, she's turning back toward the table they'd recently vacated. Maybe it's a little mean to get people he'd just taken money from to be a judge, but also, maybe they liked him because they'd been playing with him? Hard to say! To her, it's literally just that they're the closest people.
A few of them agree and turn their seats around so they can watch the floor, and Kotone turns back with another grin. Oh, stakes? Okay!]
Oh, sure! As long as it's nothing that would hurt anybody.
[Those are her terms, bucko. She clasps her hands behind her back and saunters out onto her chosen area of the dance floor, starting with some simple steps and small arm movements until she's gotten a feel for the beat. Then she's spinning, all big movements and cute smiles as she takes over her section of the floor and makes it her own. Her skirt once again swirls up to reveal her Evoker, but that's not nearly as important as showing off how well she can move to the music.
The smile she gives Akechi is a little less cute (to most, probably), but it's an obvious mischievous challenge. Try to keep up!]
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But!! He's not going to let any of that bother him. Or at least let her know that he's not a fan of the situation she's set up. His eyes immediately are captivated by the flash of gun strapped on her leg, reminding him of what he wants.
He allows her to have a headstart and observes keenly her movements. Not bad, as is to be expected, he thinks. Then, almost carefully, he slides into the dance floor and begins to move along with the music. 'It's important to move both your legs and hips at the same time' he recals the advice he got from the idol group as they did the quick bit for TV.
For someone who's supposedly has little to zero dance experience, Akechi is doing pretty well! He makes sure that he hits each beat and keeps himself constantly on the move, legs working fast. Still, what he's doing might be a bit too much calculated than what the music requires. Instead Kotone's more free and spontaneous dance that just follows the flow rather than pre-planned routine seems to fit the mood of the music much better.]
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If anything, her grin is even wider now as she meets his eyes, hoping she's at least offering him the challenge he clearly wants. He's good! But she thinks she might be better, at this, at least.]
Just have fun! [she encourages with a laugh and a wink.] Don't be so tense!
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However, to create the illusion of enjoyment he crafts a playful smirk to his face as he continues to dance, trying his best to match Kotone's movements.
Luckily, the song doesn't last more than the usual 4 minutes. While Akechi isn't really out of the breath he does feel few droplets of sweat damping the back of his neck, making some of his hair stick to his skin. ]
So, [He offers her an effortless smile and brings his hand to rest against his hip.] how was that?
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When they're done, she just laughs and claps her hands, breathing a little hard herself. She put all of her effort into it, after all!! And she could use a sit-down.]
Really good! You really are an idol!
[It's clear he'd used what he knew, at least, and with her hands clasped together, Kotone turns back to the judges... only to win. Ah, yeah, that's probably not going to make Akechi happy at all, but she still claps her hands and grins. He'd wanted a competition, right? Maybe that she was a worthy opponent might mollify him a little bit.]
Yes! [And she holds up her hand for a high-five. Be a good sport, Akechi?]