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altimit2023-10-24 04:08 pm
sicklysweet) wrote in altimit2023-10-24 04:08 pm
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Who: Everyone!
Where: Guild Name's @ home.
When: Vague Approximation of Halloween
What: pardi pardi pardi
Warnings: General party warnings for things like alcohol consumption, but anything specific is up to y'all heathens.
Not many people have entered Guild Name’s @ home before today, which is perhaps understandable given the demeanor of its owner. The few who have will find the @ home entirely redecorated - if you could even say it was decorated in the first place, with how utilitarian everything was before. Maybe Owen’s taken a leaf out of Telophoroi’s book, or he’s really into halloween. Or both. Either way, Sweets Grunty has done a lot of work to essentially redecorate the entire @ home.
The main hall is where most of the action is, with tables set up filled with snacks and drinks. Most of the snacks are small finger foods, and it does seem to heavily lean towards sweeter options, but all of them have a general spooky flair. There are candy apples, cupcakes, finger sandwiches, hand pies, nothing too outrageous. There’s a selection of wine, ciders (both alcoholic and alcohol-free), as well as harder spirits, liqueurs, and juices if people want to craft something stiffer, and coffee and teas for people who want a different sort of buzz. There’s music playing over speakers, but a piano also sits in the hall. You’ll probably want to get permission before you try to play it, though.
There are chairs and tables for people who would rather sit and eat, as well as an open space to serve as a rudimentary dance floor for people who would rather move, but it’s clear the plans for this party were simply “people can do whatever they want”. There’s even tubs of water with apples if people want to go bobbing, and other random party games for people to fuck around with. The world is your oyster, and Owen doesn’t care what people do (which is why PVP is enabled within Guild Name).
The only other rooms that can be entered without asking Owen about it are a bathroom which hasn’t escaped the halloween decorations, and the kitchen which seems to be where Sweets Grunty can be found keeping itself busy.
Where: Guild Name's @ home.
When: Vague Approximation of Halloween
What: pardi pardi pardi
Warnings: General party warnings for things like alcohol consumption, but anything specific is up to y'all heathens.
Not many people have entered Guild Name’s @ home before today, which is perhaps understandable given the demeanor of its owner. The few who have will find the @ home entirely redecorated - if you could even say it was decorated in the first place, with how utilitarian everything was before. Maybe Owen’s taken a leaf out of Telophoroi’s book, or he’s really into halloween. Or both. Either way, Sweets Grunty has done a lot of work to essentially redecorate the entire @ home.
The main hall is where most of the action is, with tables set up filled with snacks and drinks. Most of the snacks are small finger foods, and it does seem to heavily lean towards sweeter options, but all of them have a general spooky flair. There are candy apples, cupcakes, finger sandwiches, hand pies, nothing too outrageous. There’s a selection of wine, ciders (both alcoholic and alcohol-free), as well as harder spirits, liqueurs, and juices if people want to craft something stiffer, and coffee and teas for people who want a different sort of buzz. There’s music playing over speakers, but a piano also sits in the hall. You’ll probably want to get permission before you try to play it, though.
There are chairs and tables for people who would rather sit and eat, as well as an open space to serve as a rudimentary dance floor for people who would rather move, but it’s clear the plans for this party were simply “people can do whatever they want”. There’s even tubs of water with apples if people want to go bobbing, and other random party games for people to fuck around with. The world is your oyster, and Owen doesn’t care what people do (which is why PVP is enabled within Guild Name).
The only other rooms that can be entered without asking Owen about it are a bathroom which hasn’t escaped the halloween decorations, and the kitchen which seems to be where Sweets Grunty can be found keeping itself busy.
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Otherwise, he'll be social and admire everyone's costumes. He will even try to strike conversation about them: ]
I like your costume. What made you choose that one?
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Expression cool, and indicative of nothing much else, despite his choice in attire. When in Rome, as they say...? ]
It was for efficiency's sake. The skin was available due to a previous run through a dungeon and so I decided that I would go for it.
And yourself?
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[ Can they do a dungeon run together again...show him your ways, Calx. ]
I'm not sure about mine, other than I feel like this sort of profession would excite me. And the outfits are cool!
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You can. For 24 hours.
[ ... ]
...A safari ranger would excite you? Is that what you have thought of becoming as well?
[ Perhaps he and Tighnari would get along. Since he is a...forest ranger, last he recalls. ]
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Oh, that sounds fun! I'll give it a try sometime.
And I haven't thought of it too deeply, not that I can remember...and I don't know the intricacies of the job or anything like that. I just think being around nature in that way could be really fulfilling.
[ It's a shame such a thing doesn't seem possible here. ]
But, I'm a Twin Blade now, and protecting and helping others is what I do best.
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[ Albedo says simply, even if logically speaking as much doesn't make hardly any sense to him. What benefit would there be to doing so when all the variables in running through such a dungeon have been most likely achieved?
Though, the outfit doesn't really suit the other at all. His fit is well more suited to that of a priest's garb...idle thoughts which amount to little in terms of anything worth true substance. ]
If that's what you like, you should pursue it in earnest.
You may be a Twin Blade now, but eventually when you leave this false world, there will be other choices you can make. Which will include 'helping others', as it were.
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[ It frustrates him. It has frustrated him for a while, now, but that also makes him wonder about Calx himself. ]
Do you remember what you enjoyed doing, Calx? When you leave, what do you want to do with your life?
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[ Fortunately, Albedo's last memory contains information about his stuff, so... ]
Hm. Well, I do recall that I enjoyed conducting research regarding evolutionary biology, as well as my other hobby.
[ ... ]
Do you believe everyone will be able to leave this place, Memoir?
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[ He listens to Calx speak. He doesn't have to say much for Memoir to understand his ambitions, his fiery pursuit of knowledge and truth. Memoir is quiet for a moment when Calx asks his question.
Perhaps if he remembered Louis, who's long gone, he'd feel more inclined to say yes, with no hesitation. However – ]
No. I don't think everyone will be able to leave.
[ Uta comes to mind, sad as it is. Even so, though, one thing is still Memoir through and through: ]
But... I'll take as many with me as I can. I'll make sure you get to live out your dreams, Calx.
Don't lose hope. You have to keep going, no matter what happens...and if you lose sight of that, I'll be here to remind you of what's important.
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Anyway, all of this is just getting him a headache, so he shakes his head. Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised, when he 'reminded' the other too. He almost feels a little laugh bubble out. ]
...I have more or less set you upon the same path as my own.
It seems certainly hypocritical, to assert that we keep moving forward without making it clear that I intend to see it through the end.
[ Just as long as he doesn't have to talk about after. He can acknowledge it, but addressing it feels like a cruel reality he's unable to speak of. ]
If you feel it necessary to remind me in whatever way you see fit, you may as well.
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But Memoir listens to Albedo speak, and he can't help but chuckle a little. Honestly, that seems like a fair trade to him. They can help each other through this mess. ]
Of course I will.
[ He holds his hand out for...a handshake. Yeah, he'd like to shake on it. ]
We'll carve our own path to the future.
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Albedo stares at the hand reaching out to him, blinking a bit. ]
...I don't even know your real name.
[ He says, like somehow something makes him even more uncertain than before. But he begins to raise a hand, even if hesitating, just a little... ]
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[ His hand doesn't move, but Memoir has to take a moment to think about this. Memoir feels like his real name. It feels like something he's been given, that he should accept it as such, fully.
There's a nagging feeling, though, that the name he once gave to Emil is the right one. Why would he say it, otherwise? Why would Calx ask, if that name didn't mean something?
Maybe it's worth a shot. ]
I...I think it might be Noé.
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My name is Albedo.
[ Albedo reaches forward suddenly to take a hold of the hand within his, gripping it tight. Before he loses his nerve, perhaps?
Ah... so this is the warmth of another human's hand. He thinks he has felt something like this before when Sinclair dragged him somewhere once, but this is a little different. He also brings up another to the hand to greedily hold onto it.
Is this socially acceptable? What does he know, really? ]
Noé, then. Let this be the birth of our continued association.
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Albedo, then. I would like that very much, in and out of this world.
[ He'll say Calx's true name one more time, just for good measure, and gives the other's hand a squeeze. ]
I'll be looking forward to it!
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...Well, this clearly only warrants a bit more closer observation.
Or, actually, simply an opportunity to see how far he can take it. He evades answering in any way indicative of agreement about beyond this world, however. But, then his hand is squeezed, and he jumps a little. ]
Yes...well, I'm glad that you are.
[ But, Albedo thinks he might be glad. Now two people know his real name. There are less changes for it to be forgotten, no matter the fickleness of his own memory. And others, for that matter. ]
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Folding her arms in front of her, Miharu looks down at her costume, a more steampunk modification on the classic white rabbit. The cut of the jacket sleeves is comfortable, though something about the reference makes her feel somewhat...anxious, as does being seen and paid attention.]
No particular reason. I like the way it's tailored. I'm afraid the clock is just for show, though. [As far as she can tell, anyway - whatever time it seems to tell doesn't seem like it could be accurate. So the sense of hours and days passing in game feel just as slippery and uncharacterizable as they have for a while.]
Did you imagine there'd be lots of animals here to track? [Which, well. If that was his intention... she's seen some of the skins.]
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It's a great costume, and I agree! It's been put together nicely, even if the clock is only for show.
[ Time is fake here, quite literally. ]
And not really. At least, not as many animals as there are dogs in the dog park. It isn't quite fitting for my costume, but that's okay. It's been nice to see people having a good time.
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This is my first time attending a Halloween party, actually. [It isn't exactly a popular holiday outside of America, after all. And that's definitely the only reason.] Aren't they normally scarier?