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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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Who, me? No, you must have me confused. We do make pretty similar sounds, it's okay.
[ He winked at Kirk, grinning lopsidedly, and pulling him closer as he picked up on the pace of his steps. Going for something a little faster and more complex, just because he was a little shit and liked the thought of trying to catch him off-guard. ]
I wouldn't worry about me, if I were you.
[ Which he was, so. ]
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[ You're confusing peachy with big. Don't get it twisted now, and don't be to jealous.
He works at keeping up with his other self, which is more of a task than he likes to admit. His training in terms of classical dancing or anything dancing is sorely lacking outside of the basic fundamentals that command track had pounded into him, very much against his will. He definiely looks the clumsier of the two, but he is also purposefully moving his hand lower, pressing at the small of his other's back. ]
Just in case your pants split while you try and show off.
[ Oh look, they're both brats. ]
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Kirk actually doesn't do too badly in keeping up, to be fair. Jim has to admit he is a little impressed, that despite the slightly clumsier steps, he still manages to keep moving, not missing a beat nor stepping on his toes.
That slide of hand earns a raised eyebrow. Jim presses closer, but doesn't even stutter, easing into the next sway. ]
Looks like you'll manage to catch me just fine, if I fall.