sixteenth labyrinth | Party because I can

[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix Harrowgate and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum
When: Today-ish

[It's largely boredom that leads Felix to this decision. Either in the Mirador or Paradisa, he'd been fond of finding any reason whatsoever to get a few people together for food and drinks. The company generally meant more than the setting, though of course it was far easier to arrange things at a snap of his fingers than it was here. Still, he manages it within a few days of the fleet's time adrift.

That morning, he addresses the network.]

Hello again, dear fleet. Felix Harrowgate of the Goldstone here, if we haven't yet met. I've put together a little soirée this evening, at Málum. Consider it an appreciation of our time of peace and quiet...or the beginnings of spring. Whichever sounds best to you. It isn't much, admittedly, but there is food and drinks and hopefully people. May as well enjoy things before something else explodes, hm?

Oh, and semi-formal attire would be appreciated, not that I intend on turning anyone out at the door. I'm sure many of us have a little something in our closet that doesn't much get to see the light of day. [Well, not so much in his case, of course, but the point stands]

See you all tonight. [He closes the feed with a smile]

[That night Málum is - not transformed, exactly, but - altered. The stark furniture softened with simple white tablecloths, with centerpieces cobbled together from wine glasses, candles, and flowers from the garden. The neon, for the night, has been switched off. Even the galaxy of lights on the dancefloor have been changed to project the shape of flowers.

The food laid out is fairly basic but fitting the bar's wheelhouse - meats cooked inside puff pastry, thin stacks of sauteed vegetables, and mini quiches to name of few. The finale sits in the form of the lemon cake (commissioned, likely, from the Melting Pot). Some of the flavor is even real lemon!

Drinks are free within reason and music plays softly in the background, for anyone that feels like dancing. Felix would have preferred more classical selections, but all of this is a case of working with what you have.]

[EDIT: If you wait too long Sansa will have stolen most of the cake]

((ooc: This is essentially a mingle, so feel free to make your own top levels and have some fun!))

Comments

[hollystrike]

Well, I suppose you'd have to have strippers in the first place before it really becomes an issue. Unless someone has volunteered for the job?

[She may one day dress up if someone she really likes asks her to. Today is not that day.]

[onlyanapple]

[She is good and decent.]

It's largely there because of a bet I made with someone long gone. They didn't think anyone would ever use it, so here it stays, waiting for someone to use it of their own free will so I can prove him wrong.

[hollystrike]

[Well, you're gonna win your bet tonight, that's for sure.]

I'd slide up and down it just to help you win, but I did promise my mother to be respectable.

[onlyanapple]

[In your FACE, Allen Walker. ]

Well, look at it this way; technically it is being respectable towards the demon who would very much like to be proven right. And would likely give the person who helped him win free drinks for a considerable amount of time.

[hollystrike]

Free drinks, you say. [Good god, she's actually toying with the notion. At least out of a sense of amusement.] Goodness. But then I'd also have to cope with the resultant scandal. There's some people here who have trouble seeing me beyond a little girl.

[onlyanapple]

That's just part and parcel with the whole thing, I'm afraid. Everything carries a little risk, or it wouldn't be worth doing.

[hollystrike]

I've never tried to use a stripper pole before. [She reaches out to nudge a flower aside with a finger.] Perhaps you should give me some pointers.

[onlyanapple]

You say that as if I have any idea how to use it myself. I encourage this kind of thing, I never take part in it.

...Plus demons can't dance. It's a thing, no matter how much Kirk keeps trying to change otherwise.

[hollystrike]

Never take part? Whatever happened to the whole risk making it worth it thing?

[onlyanapple]

It's more the dancing than anything else.

...Also I have my pride and that particular sin rates a little higher in me than my desire to make a fool of myself, so-

[hollystrike]

Ahh.

I suppose I have some pride. I'd probably be fired if I danced a stripper pole back home, too.

[onlyanapple]

Then whoever employs you clearly has no sense of humour.

[hollystrike]

Well, that's a given. They don't like when I return my reports full of heroism and lies, either. And possibly doodles in the margins.

[She's never getting a promotion.]

[onlyanapple]

Sound like my employers to be honest. No sense of humour, and absolutely no imagination.

[Neither is he, he's been riding the Serpent thing for six millennia, it's as good as it ever got. ]

[hollystrike]

It's almost as if policemen and demons have something in common.

[onlyanapple]

Honestly, I usually compare other demons to middle-management. It's that level of dull dogsbody-ness.

[hollystrike]

Middle-management is rather a hellhole on its own. Perhaps it's just as well I remain unpromoted. I can do what I want at the bottom level.

[onlyanapple]

It truly is. It's much better to stay at the bottom rung, where they largely ignore you and leave you do your job, up until you fuck something up, anyway.

[hollystrike]

Mmm. I, of course, have never fucked up anything in my life. Especially not recently.

[onlyanapple]

Of course not. I have the uttermost faith in your completely unblemished record.