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

[hellpyre]

[Well that sure is unsettling.

It wasn't that she didn't want to wear the crown, she was just utterly confused as to where it came from and why it was there.

But now she knows.

... it's not helping her confusion any, but at least this crown stays in place.]

... how'd you do that?

[polariity]

[It's like you people have never seen a psionic before.]

[There's just a hint of that exasperation on his face, however, and he holds up his bone thin hands- or, rather, they're hold up by a thin glow of red and blue. He's still not quite at that stage of recovery where he can move his limbs physically.]

[Between spread out fingers, psi energy crackles.]

[hellpyre]

[Sorry, nope. To her you just look like an odd demon, but she's not going to make the assumption that you are one.

The show of energy gets a surprised blink and a quiet "Ohh..." of wonder at the display. Nice to know she's not the only one here with awesome glowy powers.

Of course her's are a bit more on the destructive side, but details...]

That's so cool...

[polariity]

[A shrug, and he lets the energy flicker from finger to finger, just as something to do. There are other things he could do, but he's not doing any party tricks today.]

[hellpyre]

[Rin moved closer then, tucking her skirt under her legs as she crouched down to be more eye level with him.]

... can you talk at all?

[polariity]

[A shake of his head before he pauses and tries to make a few noises.]

Fgou.

[...He hasn't talked for a while. Or cared about talking for a while.]

[hellpyre]

Oh... well, that's okay. You don't have to talk if you don't want to.

[She offers a hand for an introduction.]

I'm Rin Okumura.

[polariity]

[Well, he supposes he can take it. Not the most impressive grip on his end, however.]

[Alternian forms in the air in the same red-blue energy, giving a name for him as well. Shame Rin can't read it.]

[hellpyre]

[She kind of expected that. He looked so thin...]

Heh... s-sorry, I can't read that. I wish I could.

[She glances up at the table, then back down at him.]

Have you had any of the food?

[polariity]

[At the mention of that, he seems to cheer up and from out beneath the table float... ]

[A bunch of oranges]

[Seriously there's a lot]

[Where did he even get this many]

[hellpyre]

Whoa. I... didn't even know we had oranges.

[Color her surprised.]

[polariity]

[Yes well]

[Judging by the way he curls protectively around them and tries to stick a whole one into his mouth]

[They won't have oranges for long]

[hellpyre]

... uh. I don't like oranges. But wouldn't you wanna maybe... peel those?

[Because really the rinds are pretty damn bitter.]

[polariity]

[Almost thoughtfully, he removes the orange and psionics peel it in record time...]

[And then he sticks the rind right back into his mouth.]

[#yolo]

[hellpyre]

[... yolo indeed.]

Well I guess if you like bitter stuff, you like bitter stuff. ... there is other food, though.

[polariity]

[Determinedly chewing through the rind, he only gives a shake of his head and points to his generally thin frame.]

[In truth, he probably shouldn't be eating all these oranges in his state either, but that's part of why he's hiding.]

[hellpyre]

Well yeah, that's why I was bringin' it up. You're like scary skinny.

[This is a problem for the resident chef okay.]

[polariity]

[There's a pause as she brings it up and he finally gives a hard swallow. An awkward shrug is made.]

[Y... es...? He is?]

[hellpyre]

[And that's bad! Or. She's assuming it's bad.]

Y'can at least try somethin' else, can'tcha?

[polariity]

[The Helmsman seems extremely dubious of this new course of action. After a moment, however, he gives another shrug. He didn't really see anything that looked like it would be good, but if she can find something... He's getting sick of hopbeast stew anyway.]

[hellpyre]

[Yay! She got him to agree! ... sort of.]

Okay! Uhm. Well I guess you like bitter stuff, huh? Or like really savory stuff?

[polariity]

[A nod. And then another nod.]

[He'll accept whatever you shove into his mouth, Rin. His body might, but oh well.]

[hellpyre]

[Good to know!

Rin gives a "hold on a sec" and bounds off, tail and skirt swaying as she quickly heads for the kitchen. She wasn't gone long, returning with a plate with a couple of different choices of snacks on it and a mug of something to drink.

He would find the food to all be savory, some with meat, some without, all small and not too heavy. The drink had a flavor of cream and lemon, but there was no alcohol in it. She wasn't going to be responsible for getting some one she barely knew drunk after all.]

[polariity]

[Good thinking. With his lack of body weight, even a sniff of booze would probably be enough to knock him unconscious.]

[He leans up a bit when she comes back, nose twitching as he catches a whiff of what's in her hands. It's the meat he goes for first, nibbling on it cautiously like he's not sure if it's going to bite him or not.]

[hellpyre]

[Yeaaaah no. Not happening. Plain drink for you, buddy.

Rin goes back to how she was sitting earlier, smiling happily as she lets him eat without interruption.]