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interstellar55552016-01-08 07:44 pm
giglio_madonna) wrote in interstellar55552016-01-08 07:44 pm
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005 ✽ We be all night
Who: The willing from Pride and Virgo
What: Want to know what party sucked? The solstice party. Want to know what party won't suck? Luci and Luce's.
When: Jan 8th
Where: The basement of the club Blue Heist
Warnings: None planned besides possible/probably intoxication
A little while after the disaster at Naomi's, those who had attended might find themselves approached- by Luce on Virgo's side, by Luci on Pride's, or perhaps by someone who had heard about it from either of them. The subject of conversation?
Another party. One that involves another mingle of both labels, without being used for any ulterior motives.
Those who seem up to it are given a time and place. Blue Heist is one of the clubs around town that has what could be called a "basement level", for private renting and parties available to anyone who has the cash to spend on it. It's a pretty simple set up, nothing extravagant like the party at Naomi's... Which is absolutely on purpose, let no one tell you otherwise. There's a reason any mics or karaoke equipment has been pointedly removed. All the music is on the system already.
Nope, tonight it's just dancing and drinking, with a couple of rooms to the side that have cheesy movies playing in case you're tired out. No closed doors, no poison at the bar, no murder.
And if you want to take a moment to maybe have a talk to someone on the opposite label to discuss or apologize for the events of the prior night... That's fine too.
Just be careful. Both labels are still under watch, it seems, with a few bodyguards from both sides around the perimeter here and there.
What: Want to know what party sucked? The solstice party. Want to know what party won't suck? Luci and Luce's.
When: Jan 8th
Where: The basement of the club Blue Heist
Warnings: None planned besides possible/probably intoxication
A little while after the disaster at Naomi's, those who had attended might find themselves approached- by Luce on Virgo's side, by Luci on Pride's, or perhaps by someone who had heard about it from either of them. The subject of conversation?
Another party. One that involves another mingle of both labels, without being used for any ulterior motives.
Those who seem up to it are given a time and place. Blue Heist is one of the clubs around town that has what could be called a "basement level", for private renting and parties available to anyone who has the cash to spend on it. It's a pretty simple set up, nothing extravagant like the party at Naomi's... Which is absolutely on purpose, let no one tell you otherwise. There's a reason any mics or karaoke equipment has been pointedly removed. All the music is on the system already.
Nope, tonight it's just dancing and drinking, with a couple of rooms to the side that have cheesy movies playing in case you're tired out. No closed doors, no poison at the bar, no murder.
And if you want to take a moment to maybe have a talk to someone on the opposite label to discuss or apologize for the events of the prior night... That's fine too.
Just be careful. Both labels are still under watch, it seems, with a few bodyguards from both sides around the perimeter here and there.
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[ankh seems to get snagged a lot by this guy, not that he seems to mind right now. He was holding a very large mug filled with something frothy and red and creamy and covered with sprinkles and looking almost amused by the tale. His fingers itch to go after Yan's mess of hair again, but he was refraining. After all, he had a float to eat first.]
Though I can't picture anyone else with such a mass of bird's nests masquerading as hair.
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My hair's fine.
[He does truly seem to believe that. He's even made another one of his laughable attempts at getting it into a ponytail. There's more than enough of it to pull that off, but for some reason he never seems to tie even most of it up.]
His hair probably has actual birds in it.
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[Ankh waves his hand at the state it was in and then takes a spoon to start scooping out some of the frosty goodness in his mug. He's a messy eater, though this time he was being careful to not spill anything on his clothing. The dry cleaners have been complaining and red birch beer stains do not come out.]
Why would birds build nests in his hair? Does he stay still long enough?
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[He doesn't know why, exactly, but he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that that's the answer to the question.]
The fancy kind.
[He takes another swig of his drink, then it's like his brain refocuses a little and he remembers he has something to be indignant about.]
My hair's fine.
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[Drunk Yan is being really entertaining. Ankh should actually go around and talk to other people but he was going to sit here and let the wave of nothingness over go him while in the company of this guy. It was far more desirable then feeling the wants of other people on the floor.]
Your hair is trying to eat its hair tie and gave up about halfway through the process.
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I have no idea what the fuck a Hatoful is. Is that a kid thing?
[He makes an attempt at shoving his hair back through the tie, but he doesn't quite have the fine motor control to make it do what he wants it to do. What a pain in the ass.]
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A dating sims game in which you try to romance pigeons.
[Ankh abandons his drink and reaches over to take that hair tie.]
Hold still. Let me take care of it.