Blackmoon Celebration

[travelagency]

Who: Misc
What: Blackmoon
When: M6 D14 (July 10th) - M6 D17 (July 13th)
Where: All around the resort and village
Notes & Warnings: Up to players to put in subjects

OOC: This is a log post for the celebration for general mingling during the celebration (log and network posts are also still very welcome). Just tag into a starter and ask questions if anything is unclear.

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The Resort Celebration

[travelagency]

The resort has made a show of the celebration this year because they want to earn the attention of their prestigious guests. The newcomers are very much invited, of course. They're warned everything for them is still for free, but someone might want to come up to them and talk to them about their world. Tonight they're part of the entertainment as well as partaking of it. Just try not to get physical if you don't want to deal with it or security (NPC or otherwise) will escort you out.

At least to make up for it, the food that's being prepared on the open grills and that's set out is very good. There is likely something to everyone's tastes here. The drinks range from refreshing to the most smooth intoxicating beverages you can imagine.

It's well lit, with strings of light (not lights, but lit string) that resemble webbing. Though everything will be turned down when the eclipse is at its height and the stars will be at their brightest.

[most_feared]

[Kay has a cup of coffee, and he's just standing there. Watching. Waiting. Taking swigs of it and generally being as useless as fuzz on a bee's ass.]

[Well, that's not quite right. He's not useless because he's standing there doing both his jobs. He's watching to make sure no one starts a ruckus, keenly aware of the blaster nestled in his suit jacket, and chatting up the ambassadors. Neither of which are a far cry from home, so he fits right in.]

[He taps his hand against his mouth and yawns finally, sort of just waiting it out until the big moment. Coffee's apparently not doing the best job but he's being a pro and hanging in there.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin has been taking advantage of the celebrations to poke his nose in here and there about town, eavesdropping in on conversations, staring at the fence and pondering what--besides spiders--might be out beyond it. Terrorists? Criminals? Something else? At least the weapon turrets should keep them away from the town for tonight.

Still, if it is terrorists, a celebration like this would be a perfect target. The thought has him paranoid and on edge and he gives each ambassador an assessing gaze in turn, wondering if any of them might be in on it. He sees nothing.

But if an attack does happen, he decides that wants to be near someone well-armed when it happens. Therefore, he sidles up to Kay.]

Is everything secure?

[most_feared]

Yup.

[That's all he says to start out with, holding his coffee and watching people mill around the gardens. Nothing bad has happened so far, so it's sort of a boring, bland regard.]

Enjoying yourself?

[una_persson]

[Una's got a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and is going about making small talk and glad-handing the guests—nothing too intrusive or annoying, just getting the measure of who's who and what they're about. To someone who doesn't know her—i.e. probably everyone else there—she comes across as pretty, frivolous, and probably a bit drunk. In fact only the first is true.]

[endsorrow]

[Braska, meanwhile, looks like he's actually a bit drunk. Well. Maybe more than a bit. Once upon a time, he'd have a little bit of sake with his wife before bed, or at a blitzball party, but that was some time ago. His alcohol tolerance isn't quite what it used to be.

So: Here is a pink-cheeked Braska, still wearing a spider hat, offering Una a cheerful and slightly over-energetic little wave.] Ah! Miss Persson! Hello!

[una_persson]

[Una grins and waves back.]

Hello, Braska. Enjoying yourself?

[He certainly appears to be.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie staggers and sways his way up to Una. He is very much as frivolous and drunk as he appears.]

What ho, what ho, what ho! Corking party, what?

[una_persson]

[She waves in greeting and discreetly offers a steadying hand as he gets closer.]

Delightful. Have you seen the parades yet?

[lindir]

[Lindir was not exactly the type to be in the middle of things, so he's actually inside, looking out a window at the celebration. Part of him wanted to join in, but another, larger part wanted to stay safely inside where it was more comfortable. Seeing as how he was not arranging the festivities, he supposed he had no need to be a part of it.]

[endsorrow]

[Braska's taking a break. He's been rather active for the majority of the celebration, out in the thick of it, and, well. It's nice to stop and take a breath.

Which is how he's come to find himself standing at a window next to Lindir's. Braska glances over at his accidental neighbor, looking a bit worn out, but still smiling.]

Good evening, [he offers in greeting.]

[lindir]

[Lindir sensed someone's approach, but since he was a bit lost in thought his heart jumped a little. Thankfully it doesn't show. He turns his head to the newcomer.]

Good evening... It's all a bit much, isn't it?

[tawarwaith]

[Since their conversation at his arrival, Tauriel had been planning something in the back of her mind, but had not yet been able to implement it. Tonight, with the celebration of the eclipse happening, she thought that it would serve as the perfect time to help Lindir learn to relax a little.

So it was with a smile that she sought him out, eventually making her way to his room where she knocked on his door. ]

Lindir! Are you there?

[lindir]

I am, indeed.

[He was not expecting the other Elf, but her presence was not unwelcome. He opens the door for her.]

What brings you here, Tauriel?

[endsorrow]

[Honestly, Braska doesn't mind being a part of the entertainment. It means that, here, people will come to him, instead of him having to reach out to others. He isn't quite wallflowering, but he's starting to tire. He still wants to be around people. He still wants to see the festivities. He still likes the idea of being a part of it all.

But a thought struck him earlier, after he danced with a little alien girl. She wore a pink dress and the blue beads in her tentacle-hair clinked cheerfully as she ran away to rejoin her parents. He thought: Did Yuna dance like this when he brought the Calm? All of Spira was celebrating that night, he's sure of it. Maybe, the party in Bevelle looked not unlike this one. Fireworks and parades, like Jecht wanted.

Braska laughs quietly into the fluted glass in his hand. He wonders... if Jecht would have stayed true to his pledge, or if he would have indulged in alcohol for the celebration, too, if they could have been there for it. Would Auron have smiled and laughed like the men across the room from Braska? Would the relief of the Calm have made him this happy, too...?

... these are the kinds of thoughts that are ruining the mood. They're the ones he's having trouble keeping down. They're the reason why he's allowing himself to become a feature of the celebration. He can't quite bring himself to leave, because, if he did... The thoughts might consume him whole, then.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Braska.

[After his conversation with Kay, Narvin is attempting (with mixed success) to look at people with a little less suspicion. He still isn't sure about Braska--he is a priest after all, and Narvin's never sure about those--but he's probably not a terrorist, and that's something.]

What do you make of the celebrations?

[folkscallmewander]

[While Wander would never pass up the chance to meet people from different planets and learn about their worlds, he's not running around from group to group introducing himself. Instead, he's sitting by the side, tuning the banjo in his lap and giving it a few strums.

Once he's pleased with the tuning, he makes himself comfortable and begins to play a slow, relaxing tune loud enough to be heard by everyone near him but not so much as to drown out their conversation.

As he finishes one song, he realizes that some of the guests might want to give him some change for his music, so he removes his hat and lays it beside him, continuing onto another song and humming along.]

[andiwillfollow]

[Charon's really just passing through, checking out the area for anyone causing trouble. Or anyone who looks like they'd cause trouble.

It just so happens he had been keeping an eye on a particular group of drunks when he stops by Wander, standing there with his arms crossed as he watched the from a distance. It might look like he stopped to listen to the tunes (and he does still have a little bit of taste for music), but really, he's working.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander looks up at one point in his song and smiles at the sight Charon standing near him. How nice that this grumpy fellow felt like stopping by to listen to the music even though he didn't want to show it.

Wander shifts his playing to a series of simple chords before talking as not to interrupt the music.]

Evenin', sir. How's your patrollin' goin'?

[tawarwaith]

[Tauriel had come in off patrol to attend the celebration and so was minus her armor but still in her favorite tunic of green velvet. As a precaution, she had a dagger strapped to her hip off her belt, but it looked almost like a decoration than a functional blade.

Her attention was dedicated more to the food and drink and the anticipation of the eclipse. She will never get over the joy of gazing upon the stars of another world and wondering just where Arda is in the grand scheme of the skies above. ]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin notices her glances up at the dark sky.]

Can you see your solar system's primary star?

[tawarwaith]

[Unable to tear her eyes away from the stars, she nods slightly and then gestures towards the southwestern quadrant of the night sky.]

It's out that way. It's a small... complicated system. What about you? can you see your star?

[She glanced to Narvin reluctantly, but nevertheless, curiously.]

[andiwillfollow]

[Charon is pretty much doing what he can always be found doing; patrolling. Generally just standing there with his arms crossed, keeping an eye on people to make sure no one gets too rowdy, particularly those having a little too much to drink. He's had plenty of experience dealing with drunks from back home and during times like these is when they're the loudest.

A barrel of fun, this guy is.]

[vengeance_driven]

[Niko has somehow convinced himself to dress nicely on the last day, because the resort is a relatively nice place and even if other people don't care it seems appropriate around important people. He has a near finished glass of vodka- he didn't even put enough in it to make him tipsy. It's more something to keep his hands occupied.]

[He sees Charon doing his job, as Charon always does his job, dryly meandering about.]

[He doesn't want to distract him too much, so he comes up to him.] So uh... When do you get off work? [Shit. It's always weird starting conversation with Charon. He likes getting him on the subject of guns when he can, strange things in the Wasteland that's not the Mohave, but getting that opening to talk in is always like trying to ask a girl that knows she's too good for you on a date.]

[thumbsdown]

[Boone sidles up to Charon with a drink in his hand, but he's not drunk. Yet. He doesn't plan on getting drunk here of all places, he'd rather do that somewhere else. He stands quietly with him for a moment, before glancing over at him.]

Anyone look like they could be trouble to you?