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

Crowley | OTA

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's not exactly what one would call enthralled with the chance of decor. Málum has lost a little of it's seediness, which he expects is rather the entire point of the exercise. Still, he'd do anything for Felix, with minimal griping. If this makes him happy, he'll roll with it. It's just for a night, after all.

He even wrapped flowers around the stripper pole, because he's classy as fuck.

He spends a great deal of his time behind the bar, protecting his alcohol - there might be free drinks, but trying to rob a demon blind, even one as pitiful an excuse for demonology as Crowley is just asking for trouble. Still, anyone who comes near for a chat will get what they want.]

Any snide comments about the decor means you have to put a credit in the swear jar. That's what counts as swearing tonight, just FYI. You pay double if you do it in Felix's hearing range.

[The bar has never had a swear jar in all its time of existence. But it does tonight.]

Katie McCoy | OTA

[hollystrike]

[Katie will never dress for these things. Never. Not unless someone locks her into an oath or she's required to by noble etiquette, and there aren't any nobles around that she acknowledges, so...

SUP. You can feel free to look down your nose at the lady in the jeans and rumpled anorak delicately selecting a collection of pastries from the food to go with her drink. Or later, when she's perched somewhere near the dance floor with cake and watching the goings on with interest. She's not really the, uh. Formal party type. But she will constantly turn up to them. Go figure.]

Felix Harrowgate | OTA

[lord_wizard]

[Probably strategically, Felix shows up in a cream-colored suit, the long jacket covered in a pastel flower pattern that nicely matches what passes for the theme of the party. This is not at all by accident, if not precisely by design. The outfit might not be precisely as bright as what the wizard normally wears, but draws attention regardless.

Not that he's standing idly by. This is his party, and thus he makes it a point to greet absolutely everyone that arrives with a handshake or light pat on the shoulder.]

Ah, thank you for coming. Relax, enjoy yourself, and don't forget to try the cake before you leave~

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk smirks at that announcement, sipping from his customary drink of choice. ]}

Careful, Crowley. Keep saying things like that and people will think you're a decent guy.

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk has arrived in a waist coat, slimming pants and his nicer boots with a button up, but the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He can do some formal, but he didn't like all the way formal. He never had, so here is his compromise, Felix. At least he cleans up nice.

He smiled at the other, gripping his hand. ]</sub>

Maybe later I can sneak a dance from you?

Furiosa || OTA

[kill_switch]

[She almost doesn't dress up, but then there's a tiny but of red poking out of the back of her closet and she realizes the Atroma has hung on to a few things from her previous stay.

So, it's more than a fair bit out of her comfort zone but she's there and she's dressed to the nines. Without makeup. And with boots.

The little meat pastries get most of her attention, and munching as she watches the crowd. Feel free to join this wallflower or try to pull her away for a dance. ]

jim kirk | ota

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk is always up for a good party, and he had come to like Felix from the few times he had spoke with him. So here he was in his semi-formal best - waist cost, slim pants, his nicest boots, and a button down with the sleeves rolled up.

He makes his way around the treats and drinks, happy to chat and indulge. If he's asked to dance he'll also gladly take a swing around the dance floor with a partner or two.

At some point, perhaps one to many drinks in or perhaps it was a challenge (the world may never know!), Kirk gets up on the infamous stripper pole and begins putting on a show. Is it professional quality? No, no it is not. But damn if he doesn't put some enthusiasm into it.

Sorry everyone. ]</sub>

[tough_love]

[Looma is...not entirely here by choice. She doesn't like celebrating peace and quiet IT'S BORING, WHO EVEN DOES THAT and nobody's even bothered trying to explain to her what in space hell "Spring" is. But, a combination of a desire to ensure no Captain in the fleet is skipping the occasion- as well as the fact at least one member of her crew desired to attend, which meant Looma's in full Mom mode- meant she was reluctantly making an appearance.

She even gave up her armor for the evening, instead showing up in something she still had from Noctis' wedding ceremony. And a proper eyepatch of course, though she was well aware she might seem a little different without her helmet. She was still readily identifiable, sure- there wasn't anyone else in the fleet who happened to be a four-armed, red-skinned giant- but without her helm most people tended to zero in on a few traits they usually didn't. Like the lack of any obvious nose or ears, and the absence of any hair on her head- eyebrows included.

Naturally she's wallflowering it up, keeping away from any large groups and taking refuge close enough to the bar she can get refills on demand. And also put credits in the swear jar. She may not be saying anything about the decor, but she's certainly been thinking it, and as far as she's concerned it counts. With any luck, she'll at least spend more on drinks than she's put in the stupid jar already.]

[lord_wizard]

[He's not asking the world of everybody, just something to help elevate them out their boxes of metal, and Kirk at least rises nicely to the occasion. Felix suspects this is a pattern.

He grins back at the man as they shake]

I may be able to oblige you. Though I would have preferred to have a live band for that sort of thing. But this was all rather last minute, I'm afraid.

[lord_wizard]

[It probably has to do with the free food - which is of course expected. But would it have killed her to put on a dress? Or...something? But he's happy anyone showed up besides the people that work here.

Thus it's with a kind of bemused exasperation that he crosses the dance floor to come stand near her seat.]

Enjoying the cake, I hope?

[lord_wizard]

[Well, he did say semi-formal, so the minimum of effort on her part is still heart-warming in it's own way.

He walks up to her with a wide smile, eyes taking in the rippling fabric for head to toe. Maybe easy to mistake for a leering glance, though his eyes are only for the tailoring]

My...that is quite the dress.

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka's about as formal as he can get with his usual tribal furs. He's never going to be one for modern clothing, even three years away from home. Still, he's shown up away, largely for the promise of free food, above anything else. He's got himself a plate piled high with various meat pastries, one still half in his mouth when he catches sight of her.

She does look lovely, out of the battle armour- though he knows this is not her idea of comfort by any means. He wanders over with a smile, moving to lean on the wall beside her. He even picks up one of the meat pasties he's so boldly gathered from the snack table to offer to her, speaking around a mouthful of food. ]

Hey. You look good.

[So attractive, Sokka. Wow. ]

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka still approaches Katie with the same caution as a hiker would a rattlesnake. You can never be too sure. He's about as formal as his tribal furs get, which isn't much, and is happily eating as much meat foodstuffs as he can before they make him stop. He wanders over, arching a brow.]

Well, you look like you hate every second of this.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley eventually steps out from behind the bar to check on Felix. He knows the man flourishes in environments like this, and it's honestly pleasant to see him- flitting around, schmoozing, doing his thing. He doesn't show up empty handed, he has a glass of wine in either hand, one of which he offers over to Felix. ]

So. You look like you're enjoying yourself.

[kill_switch]

There a fundraiser of some sort I'm not aware of?

[She doesn't come here often enough to really have an opinion on the decor, but she doesn't actively dislike it. She leans her prosthetic against the bar.]

You got coffee?

[onlyanapple]

I'm being a decent guy to the man I live with, that's a completely different ball game. I happen to like keeping him happy, it works in my favour, generally.

[lord_wizard]

[He gracefully accept the glass without any word of thanks, though the crooked smile says it for him]

Fifty percent natural, fifty percent concentrated effort, I'd say. I remember when this was easier. Or maybe that's my mis-perception of the past.

[onlyanapple]

Yes, because if there's one thing that I'm known for, it's my charity.

[Crowley, you helped save the world once, that ship has sailed. ]

Felix enjoys these little soirees, I think he was getting a little cabin-fever-ish. Wanted to do something for everyone to enjoy before there's a chance of the shit hitting the fan again.

Sure. How'd you like it?

malum, then back on the huntress - catch her either place

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa is still rather cross with Tyrion after he'd embarrassed her in front of the Fleet and, as such, she's kept herself scarce. She's spent much of her time in her quarters with Lady and Jonquil but when the announcement had come from Felix about the party and she'd seen the lemon cake, she'd decided that was worth venturing out for. Unfortunately, though, she's in no mood for a party. )

( The cake is sitting unattended on a table where the other food is set up and Sansa cuts an overly large wedge from it, bigger than what a lady like her would normally take. She carefully lifts it and places it on a plate before lifting the plate the cake proper is on, intending to head straight back to the Huntress with it. She has absolutely no intentions of sharing her lemon cake unless she gets caught and this is highly improper and out of character but she's still sore about Tyrion and she really wants the cake. Besides - it's not like playing by the rules has ever benefitted her. She manages to get the cake back to her quarters and then cuts herself a much more acceptable slice of it, pleased she's got the rest of it to eat later on. )

[kill_switch]

[She counters the supposed leer with a glare of her own, though there isn't the usual fire behind it. She's used to trying to blend in, and realizes this dress does ... quite the opposite.]

It was either this or my normal getup and I figured people wouldn't exactly appreciate my usual level of grease.

[onlyanapple]

Hmm. Paradisa was a lot easier. You just stood in the ballroom, wished for whatever you wanted and there it was. Zero set-up, zero effort. Here, we actually have to put work into it.

[His tone suggests he still remains very much Not A Fan of work. ]

Still, your efforts have paid off, people look like they're having fun.

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka catches Sansa's Great Cake Heist out of the corner of his eye and decides to help matters. He knows Sansa's got a...special love for lemon cake, and if she feels she needs basically the whole damn cake, then he's going to stand behind her on that one.

Just in case anyone decides to glance that way, he swiftly knocks a plate of (not meat) snacks onto the floor with a loud clatter. ]

OH WHOOPSIE! I'M JUST A BUTTERFINGERS, MY BAD, MY BAD. HEY HAS ANYONE GOT A CLOTH?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( It's hard not to notice Sokka's well-timed distraction and once Sansa's out of sight with the cake and on her way back to the Huntress, she sends him a quick message. )

Thank you. You can come share if you want.
I'll give you a little.

[kill_switch]

Black, hot. Think, motoroil in the desert.

[She glances at Felix and gives a little nod,] Was his world fancy like this? Parties, drinks ... ?

[lord_wizard]

[Felix is unaffected by her glare, however, largely because it lacks heat and that he's generally happy to let people think what they want]

Well, you could make an accessory of it, though I think a leather jacket would have done that job better. Something to match the boots.