thebastion | lap eight // day 271 (open) // IT'S PARTY TIME

Who: EVERYBODY
Open: Open
When: 271
Where: In the empty space around the monument!
What:

PARTY MINGLE GO
Format: DO AS YOU PLEASE AND FOLLOW YOUR HEART
Warnings: If anything comes up, put it in the subject lines!

[As everyone wakes up bright and early this morning, it isn't going to be hard to miss what's changed in the empty space around the monument Just in case, though, signs with indicating arrows line the campground where the Bastion's newest guests are staying, reading, in Ura, "This way to the party!"—wait, party?

Oh yes. Anyone Aoi had managed to grab the day before ought to be prepared for this. A great big banner stretched on two poles over the monument reads "Welcome to the Bastion!", written in Ura again; there's a little variation between the handwriting, since Zanya wrote some and Zahi wrote others.

Every last piece of the area that can have something hanging from it does: Zuko's lanterns hang off all the nearby trees, and her streamers, mostly red and sometimes gold, line absolutely everything, including but not limited to all the chairs and tables Ryu got together and helped arrange. Other things you're apt to find everywhere: flowers. Between the Psiioniic, the Disciple, Ghaleon, and Crona, there are more flowers than anyone could ever figure out what to do with. Aoi's best has been done, though: garlands are hung up around furniture, tied around tree trunks, woven through branches, strung between the branches of adjacent trees, wrapped 'round the monument, and so on and so on. A lot of care has been put into making sure they look good instead of just being thrown every which-way.

A few mismatched vases sitting on the tables have some flowers sticking out of them, too—perhaps exactly enough in each to make a flower crown, hmm? There are no party hats, so some improvising will have to be done.

There's all manner of tasty treats placed on all the tables, of course: a platter of picked donuts is to be expected, given Aoi's hand in all this (and thanks to Naegi, there are plenty to go around and they're arranged almost elaborately), but Rin, Zia, and Mirielle have provided all manner of homemade goodies that aren't just Aoi's favorite desserts. Bon's made a cake that Aoi has proudly placed in the center of one round table and surrounded with the rest of the desserts.

Instead of food, one table has a chalkboard propped up on it instead, with a box of colorful chalk beside it. Aoi's already written a small message in the corner—Thank you, everyone! with a smiley face beside it—and doodled a couple of flowers around the edges. The board's five feet long and there's plenty of chalk to go around, so there's certainly room for collaborating on something!

Not far from all the food sits the enormous stack of Legos Aoi purchased at Ibuki's suggestion. Legos. Please keep your shoes on, for the love of god. Some of them have already been arranged to form half the outside of a floor and a chunk of wall up to Aoi's chest so everyone has an idea of what's supposed to be done with things, but there are more than enough to start new projects. On the other side of the monument, closer to the collection of shop buildings than the gazebo, the soccer nets Otoha and Takamura built out of Skyway scraps have been set up (flowers have been woven in and out of the netting, of course). Aoi's brought out not one, but two of the soccer balls given to her during the festival, just in case of a soccer ball malfunction or if the game gets big enough that everyone decides rules are for losers and the only way to play soccer is with multiple things to kick. In the absence of paint, Aoi has decided to use more streamers as field markers.

At the gazebo not far off (naturally, it's covered in streamers and flowers as well), there's a set of speakers and an amplifier ready for use—Ibuki's, of course, and the little note Aoi's written that reads "For Ibuki-chan!" (with the wrong characters for her name, but points for effort) confirms it. Her equipment from Colin has all been set up, too: the spotlights on the top and bottom of the gazebo will shine in all sorts of colors when Ibuki turns them on, and there are some additional bits and pieces to the sound system to help make everything that much noisier. Aside from hanging decor, the space in front of the gazebo has been left empty so that there's enough room to dance!

To the side of the gazebo and just behind it is the unreasonably long rope Shing somehow managed to scrounge up. Like absolutely everything else, it has a chain of flowers wrapped around it. A streamer's been tied around the very center of it in a bow, and hopefully that makes its intended purpose as a tool of tug-of-war obvious enough.

If Aoi has anything to say about it, this is going to be the best goddamn welcome party ever.

Enjoy the festivities!]

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[She really doesn't know whether to complain about the crudeness or ask why he wants to get a sex spiky orange.

So she's just gonna. Put her beet-red face in her hands. And peer out between her fingers at him.]

[There's still sniggering, but at least he's stopped making the gesture. The image finally fades away as well.]

[Truly Psii is a generous fellow. Jane lifts her head out of her hands.]

Erm...well...those are both...quite important things...are, um, Miss Disciple and Miss Emissary also working towards those goals?

[Holding up one finger, he shakes his head. On the sylladex front, he's pretty sure both Emissary and Disciple are set. But holding up two, he can only shrug.]

[He has no idea if either of them have taken into consideration a Matriorb.]

[Just because they're set doesn't mean they can't help! After all, it doesn't seem like Psii is doing much in the way of gathering shards, what with him still recovering and all.]

I see...have you, erm, talked to them about it?

[Another shake of his head, and he starts to nibble at his orange slices again.]

Any particular reason why?

[There's a pause as he thinks of a way to articulate this before finally letting more stick figures do the talking for him.]

[It's one that Jane can probably identify as Disciple, now that she knows the other troll, and it seems to be constantly moving about- hunting stick figure animals, cooking, things like that. It never seems to stop moving.]

[Yep, she can tell it's the Disciple, and after a moment of watching the little stick figure in action, she nods.]

Ah, she's always busy. I see! Do you think you'll join her once you're feeling better, or will you pursue your shard goals?

[There's a moment of thought, and he holds up two fingers. Can he do both?]

[Well of course he can, it's his post-apocalyptic life.

Jane pauses, unsure if he means he'll only focus on his goals or if he wants to do both things.] Erm...okay? Whatever you decide is probably for the best, right?

[Something about his expression seems to shift at that, and he gives a slow almost uncertain nod.]

[Right. Whatever he decides is for the best. Maybe?]

[Either way, he brings down another plate of food down from the table. For no reason- because he's certainly not eating it- but just because he can.]

[The nod is at least something to go off of.] Yes! We're all, um, kind of here through some sort of luck anyhow, aren't we? So we've got to make the most of it however we can! That is, uh, when we're fit for it, because there's no sense in overexerting yourself when you aren't feeling well...

[And there she is, rambling on. Thank goodness Psii decided to show off with his plate-getting skills.] - Oh! Are you hungry still?

[A shake of his head, and he just unpeels yet another orange to stick into his mouth. He'll eat these until he's sick, thank you.]

[No, the plate is instead offered to her.]

[Psii, it's not going to be fun if you're throwing up citrusy things....]

Me? Well, gosh, thank you...

[It'd be rude not to take anything, so she'll just take a little bit from the plate and nibble on it.]

You really love oranges, huh?

[There's a firm nod and another image. A much tinier figure now, but it has two sets of horns. There's lots of something in little half circles- bowls? probably- and the stick figure has a frowny face with a tongue sticking out.]

[She's just going to take a stab in the dark here:]

You didn't like a lot of other foods when you were younger?

[Not quite! A shake of his head before he points to his mouth and mimics gagging.]

[...Fortunately, not yet real gagging.]

[Gosh no don't actually throw up, Psii, that's not cool.]

Other foods...made you sick?

[A pause, and he makes a 'sort of' gesture. Close...]

They still make you sick?

[Ugh, Jane, why you keep striking out?]

[Nah you know what]

[There is now a little Disciple stick figure with a stick figure that looks suspiciously like Jane does, with little speech bubbles coming from them.]

[Talk to his grubsitter.]

[Aw dangit.]

Oh - um, talk to Miss Disciple about it? Okay...I'm sorry I couldn't get it...

[She's really trying hard, Psii.]

[A relaxed shrug is the answer and he gestures to his throat again. It's fine- he knows his issue is a pain in the ass.]

[Aww. Sadface.]

When do you think your throat will get better? Have you seen a doctor for it?

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