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

[amphibian]

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!]

Comments

[polariity]

[Something horrible is what she's started. Disciple will probably hate her, but she has now won the Helmsman's undying affection.]

[Well so long as she keeps feeding his orange addiction, anyway.]

[Something occurs to him, however, and he makes a back and forth gesture between them. Does she want something in return?]

[cyan_maid]

[She's so sorry. Jane will wash all the mammoth pelts if he gets orange gunk in the fur, she swears.]

Hm? Do...I want anything? Oh - in return for the oranges, you mean?

[polariity]

[A nod. Yep, that's right.]

[cyan_maid]

[Success!]

Well...I...can't really think of anything, especially at the moment. You don't have to give me anything in return, really, they're oranges.

[polariity]

[You know what, Jane? You've earned another flower crown. Be proud.]

[cyan_maid]

[Oh, whoa! Alright, well, if he wants to give her another one, she's down for that. Jane can't help but laugh, though, because it's sweet and a little absurd.]

[polariity]

[It's not like they're going to be out of flowers anytime soon, so why not waste them on double flower crowns? He just sits there looking pleased, surrounded by oranges as he is.]

[cyan_maid]

[Lucky, lucky Psii. Jane ends up getting some flowers of her own.]

No, wait, you need one! At least one - here, let me see if I can make it for you!

[polariity]

[What is with people wanting to put flowers in his hair? Weirdos. Still, he gives a casual shrug. Sure, if that's what she wants to do.]

[cyan_maid]

[Well she can't be the only one under the table wearing flowers. Give her a couple minutes, Psii, these flower stems are a bit tricky to tie by hand.

Aaaaaaaaand...there we go! It's not perfect, but it's holding together, and Jane leans over to gently place it on his head.] There!

[polariity]

[This is silly and he looks ridiculous. Still, he doesn't seem to mind too much and actually uses his psionics to get a few donuts to hand off to her.]

["Hiding Underneath the Food Table" Club is the best club.]

[cyan_maid]

[Yes. They have a name. Next they need a secret handshake.]

Hoo hoo! Thank you very much! I suppose these are from those donut trees, aren't they?

[polariity]

[God, the donut trees. He makes a face and gives a nod. Don't remind him of them- he's still pretty sure this is a hallucination exactly because of those.]

[cyan_maid]

[Her own face matches his for a moment.] They're really quite odd. Convenient, sort of, since I doubt there's much in the way of donut-making here, but odd. I'm...not the only person who thinks that, am I?

[polariity]

[A quick shake of her head. Nope, definitely not the only one. Trust him on this. Disciple thinks they're weird, he thinks they're weird... He's not sure who doesn't think they're weird.]

[Besides the weirdo who brought them into being anyway.]

[cyan_maid]

[Well, so long as it made their creator happy...]

Oh, good, what a relief! Though I can't say it's not an, er, creative addition. It kind of makes one wonder what the limitations are for the whole creating new things process.

[polariity]

[That earns her a curious look. Does she have some sort of idea?]

[cyan_maid]

[No, nothing solid yet, but the urge to test the limits is awfully tempting.]

Have you considered creating anything?

[polariity]

[There's a shake of his head before he pauses. This time, the psi starts to form something that look rather like the shape of a captchalogue deck. Besides it, something that seems a bit more round in shape.]

[cyan_maid]

[The captchalogue deck she gets immediately.] Oh! Do you need more cards for your sylladex? Maybe I could give you some of mine...

[...Yeah, the orb she doesn't get at all. Maybe he wants more oranges? Spiky oranges? Candy corn oranges?]

[polariity]

[More like he needs a sylladex outright, really- it got taken from him when he was made a Helmsman. So he gives a 'sorta' gesture.]

[cyan_maid]

Hmmm...is it more of a strife specibus? Or - or maybe you need a new sylladex entirely?

[polariity]

[The shake of his head is cut off when she gives the second option, and he holds up two fingers with another nod. Yep, that one.]

[cyan_maid]

Oh dear! That must be a real pain...

[She won't ask how he doesn't have one. Maybe it broke when he came here? Yeah, she'll assume that.]

[polariity]

[An agreeable nod. You're telling him. But he figures it's an easy enough fix. Letting that particular psi-scribble fade away, he lets himself stare at the remaining one.]

[Now that's a more complicated problem.]