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interstellar55552016-03-14 06:33 pm
giglio_madonna) wrote in interstellar55552016-03-14 06:33 pm
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007 ✽ Bubbles in the Wine
Who: Luce and practically anyone that's had CR with her
What: On another side of town, it's a different mafioso's birthday.
When: March 14, in the evening
Where:
Warnings: None planned
Since the start of the month, those who know her even faintly will find themselves contacted one way or another to let them know that they were invited to a birthday party on the 14th. There's no pressure, of course, and there's no need to bring gifts.
Luce finds that she'd be perfectly content just seeing all the people she hasn't been able to see for ages now.
Today is finally the day, and the location? The top floors of the exclusive hotel Sol, which is quite an impressive feat. When the invitees step inside, they'll see why. It's taken Luce constant persuading for this for months now, inbetween everything else she's had to do lately, but goodness knows if she isn't willful. On various tables that are kept carefully restocked, one can find various rice and lamb dishes, plus plenty of piping hot bread including some that's stuffed with all manner of delicious things. Fortunately for Luce's continued existence, she didn't make all of it.
...Besides the cookies. Those she made. And the cake? That'll come later, of course.
There's more than just food and conversation, however. Everyone who comes in will be invited to participate in a little game. Somewhere hidden in the party are various small golden eggs. If you bring one to Luce, you get a prize of some sort. Feel free to note that "bring" is the key word and not necessarily "find". Take that as you will.
What: On another side of town, it's a different mafioso's birthday.
When: March 14, in the evening
Where:
Warnings: None planned
Since the start of the month, those who know her even faintly will find themselves contacted one way or another to let them know that they were invited to a birthday party on the 14th. There's no pressure, of course, and there's no need to bring gifts.
Luce finds that she'd be perfectly content just seeing all the people she hasn't been able to see for ages now.
Today is finally the day, and the location? The top floors of the exclusive hotel Sol, which is quite an impressive feat. When the invitees step inside, they'll see why. It's taken Luce constant persuading for this for months now, inbetween everything else she's had to do lately, but goodness knows if she isn't willful. On various tables that are kept carefully restocked, one can find various rice and lamb dishes, plus plenty of piping hot bread including some that's stuffed with all manner of delicious things. Fortunately for Luce's continued existence, she didn't make all of it.
...Besides the cookies. Those she made. And the cake? That'll come later, of course.
There's more than just food and conversation, however. Everyone who comes in will be invited to participate in a little game. Somewhere hidden in the party are various small golden eggs. If you bring one to Luce, you get a prize of some sort. Feel free to note that "bring" is the key word and not necessarily "find". Take that as you will.
Aramat Drawdes/Tamara Seward | OTA
She'll be sitting nearby the pools admiring all the greenery around them. She'll also be peering into plants, wondering if any eggs are there.
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Seems Luce knows some fascinating people...
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She's quite the social butterfly, and it's impressive how she's drawn so many people together into one space.
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Pardon me if I haven't introduced myself, I'm Aramat Drawdes. Squalo's teacher.
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[And, he bobbed his head in a polite greeting.]
It's a pleasure meeting you in person, Aramat. I've been following your Tweets for some time. I'm Koumei Ren of Cosmic Indulgence....one of Squalo's friends as well.
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['Friends'. How polite.]
We are labelmates and connected by a hyper, extremely boisterous cellist. How come we haven't talked before?
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That's partly my fault. Between a chronic case of insomnia and a tendency to be a workaholic, I don't get out to socialize terribly often.
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