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[sicklysweet]

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.

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[alchemicalbirth]

[ He's fine, what are you talking about?

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... ]

[murrmoire]

My...real name...

[ 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.

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Then, just like that, the uneasiness and hesitation vanishes. ]

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.

[murrmoire]

[ Noé's never cared too much about what's "socially acceptable" when it comes to niceties, anyway. He doesn't mind the pull of his hand, the way Calx – Albedo – greedily holds onto it. He just lets out a quiet laugh, and follows it with a nod. ]

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!

[alchemicalbirth]

[ What a strange fellow. By his calculations, most people might not be so happy with what he has done.

...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. ]