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driftfleet2018-11-17 10:52 pm
universal_charm) wrote in driftfleet2018-11-17 10:52 pm
Fleetsgiving Mingle [ Open to All ]
Who: Everyone Who Wants to Come!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Yes, Planetside
When: Sunday
An invitation was sent out via the network to all of the Fleet, inviting them to come together for a night of feasting, dancing, and games.
Kirk has managed to procure an event space for what he has dubbed Fleetsgiving. It sports a warm, interior space, decorated with tables, including two longer ones for food and drink. Along the far wall is a fireplace, crackling away for warmth, chairs set around and a table for fireplace games. The entire room glows with lights set in draped garlands, candles, and dim lights, warm and inviting and offering intimacy for those who wish to find it. Kirk would take credit for the decor, but no, it was the product of the owners of the event space. Probably just as well, to be honest.
An open space at the center is open for dancing at one's leisure, music drifting through the air - loud enough for dancers to sway to a beat, but not loud enough to make conversation impossible. But, who knows, maybe towards the latter half of the evening when everyone has drunk enough, there will be a dance contest. There might also be a karaoke contest, but, really, that's up to the people.
There is some prepared food - something that looks like a kind of poultry and something like meatballs in a bright orange sauce. Kirk can't vouch for what sort of animals they came from, but he can vouch for them being delicious. Bread, jam spreads, butter, local nuts and crackers. For desert there are what look like tiny tarts, and cookies dusted in a sweet pink powder. But while there is food provided, there is plenty of room for others to bring their favorites from home, or even their favorites from being here in the Fleet.
Nothing was spared for drinks either. Local wines are set out in their bottles, ready to pour, fizzy drinks in cans and punch bowls, harder options for those who wished them further down, and water and juice for those less inclined to imbibe. While there isn't much room for additions, they are welcome.
By the fire are a number of games laid out for choice - cards, some board games, and even a chess set, though it is a touch odd. Three boards, at varying heights, on a curved stand. The way the seats are arranged make it comfortable for many to play at once, or for only a few to play and many to gather by the fire and watch or idly chatter.
Come one, come all, and have a good time!
[ ooc: this is an open mingle post! Go ahead and make your own starters, tag around, and have a good time! Characters would be encouraged to bring their own food to add, or drinks if they so like, favorite games, etc. ]
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Yes, Planetside
When: Sunday
An invitation was sent out via the network to all of the Fleet, inviting them to come together for a night of feasting, dancing, and games.
Kirk has managed to procure an event space for what he has dubbed Fleetsgiving. It sports a warm, interior space, decorated with tables, including two longer ones for food and drink. Along the far wall is a fireplace, crackling away for warmth, chairs set around and a table for fireplace games. The entire room glows with lights set in draped garlands, candles, and dim lights, warm and inviting and offering intimacy for those who wish to find it. Kirk would take credit for the decor, but no, it was the product of the owners of the event space. Probably just as well, to be honest.
An open space at the center is open for dancing at one's leisure, music drifting through the air - loud enough for dancers to sway to a beat, but not loud enough to make conversation impossible. But, who knows, maybe towards the latter half of the evening when everyone has drunk enough, there will be a dance contest. There might also be a karaoke contest, but, really, that's up to the people.
There is some prepared food - something that looks like a kind of poultry and something like meatballs in a bright orange sauce. Kirk can't vouch for what sort of animals they came from, but he can vouch for them being delicious. Bread, jam spreads, butter, local nuts and crackers. For desert there are what look like tiny tarts, and cookies dusted in a sweet pink powder. But while there is food provided, there is plenty of room for others to bring their favorites from home, or even their favorites from being here in the Fleet.
Nothing was spared for drinks either. Local wines are set out in their bottles, ready to pour, fizzy drinks in cans and punch bowls, harder options for those who wished them further down, and water and juice for those less inclined to imbibe. While there isn't much room for additions, they are welcome.
By the fire are a number of games laid out for choice - cards, some board games, and even a chess set, though it is a touch odd. Three boards, at varying heights, on a curved stand. The way the seats are arranged make it comfortable for many to play at once, or for only a few to play and many to gather by the fire and watch or idly chatter.
Come one, come all, and have a good time!
[ ooc: this is an open mingle post! Go ahead and make your own starters, tag around, and have a good time! Characters would be encouraged to bring their own food to add, or drinks if they so like, favorite games, etc. ]
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They ended up inviting their own destruction.
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[A pause.]
I should probably let you eat. Your food will get cold.
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Goodness does not always protect people, I find.
[ and he takes another small bite. ]
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No... it does not. Those who are maybe a little less good should protect them just in case.
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Do you believe that?
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... I lost someone like that. She was a priestess who dedicated her life to the service of the Light, always helping and healing where she could. Her last act was to hide me away so I wouldn't be killed.
I'll never let that happen again. I'll never be that helpless again. And besides, I... I've already had to take a life once. It's too late for me to pretend I'm pure and good.
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[ alucard pauses. ]
The church burned my mother at the stake. For witchcraft. She was a doctor. It drove my father to madness and he will wipe them all out for it. Men, women, children. It no longer matters.
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I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to pry. And to be caught in the middle of that--
[Witchcraft though? Considering how common magic is on his world, that's kind of hard to imagine. On the other hand, it's the horrible murder of Alucard's mother that's the important takeaway here. And the genocide. Holy shit.]
That isn't right. Not for you, and not for all those people!
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[ his voice is still soft, but firm. ]
My father must be stopped.
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You mustn't let that come to pass. [His voice is quiet and intense, too.] I can't tell you how living through something like that changes you, but it does. It changes everything. It makes you wish you hadn't lived through it at all.
[But Alucard is so gentle. Throughout this whole conversation, he's barely shown a hint of anger. Just a deep, lingering sadness that even a dumbass like Belthazar can read.]
Do you have help?
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A scholar of magic and the last son of a great house. They will suffice.
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... Good. That's not the sort of thing that anyone should have to shoulder alone.
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[ though he barely knows them, he does have some trust in their abilities. ]