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nightlogs2023-09-05 03:38 pm
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[OPEN] Dance Party Ending...uh, Opening!!!
Who: Puss and YOU
What: Team Building party and everyone’s invited!
Where: Dining Hall
When: A little less than a week after the Branch event
Warnings/Notes: Magic candies and off the rails music
Pre-Party
The place is decked out to the nines. Yes, they are largely Christmas decorations, but they’re stretched to the fullest: Shining garlands of all colors wrap around pillars and poles. Twinkling lights are strung from nearly every surface. The tablecloths are all soft velvet and the chairs all have bundles of balloons tied to them.
(Anyone who walked by the room might have heard Puss arguing about the balloons. “Tacky,” he said. “This isn’t a prom or a birthday party,” he said. The elves insisted. Now there are balloons. The colors are tasteful, gold and dark purples like the invitations, but there are balloons.)
Puss is a considerate host, and has set up a little table at the entrance with things like earplugs and assorted first aid supplies. He already knows his fellow cats have sensitive ears, why not be prepared for everything.
It’s a good time to mingle before the party starts in earnest.
MC Puss Welcomes You
Puss’s baritone, shockingly powerful and unmic’d because Puss is just that good, rings out triumphantly through the room. He stands on a stool, spotlight on him, holding a tall mug of eggnog.
“New friends! Allies! Myths and legends! Welcome, one and all!”
He takes a swig of nog and continues.
“Ah! Now, for those who do not know me, I am the one and only Puss in Boots, righter of wrongs, avenger of justice, and your host for this evening!”
He bows, a deep contrite gesture of humility and grace. Behind him, a yeti rolls his eyes. Puss shoots him a look.
“Now tonight is about many things! It is the first step of our grand journey together! It is a beacon of light against the darkness that stands on our doorstep! It is a forging of a great alliance to protect the children of this world and our own! It’s a night of joy! A night of unity! The night we shape our destiny!”
He spreads his arms out wide, smiling broadly.
“Our destiny…”
From the side, another yeti tosses him a lute.
“...as heroes!”
Confetti cannons pop, as glitter and streamers pour down from the ceiling. So does the elf manning it, but he seems fine. Puss laughs, strums and starts on a song.
”Who are your favorite fearless heroes, who are your favorite fearless he-e-roes!”
…And when the ceremonies are done, the fiesta can begin.
Food!
The food and drink options are absolutely scrumptious but…those who are observant about such things may sense a tension in planning reflected in the options.
Among things like a taco bar, fried chicken, guacamole, a nacho cheese fountain, and every kind of salsa you could want, things like fruit cakes, gingerbread houses, sugar cookies, spiced chestnuts, candy canes, and an eggnog fountain placed confrontationally close to the cheese fountain abound as well. They’re placed with no real care, almost as if there were some unresolved argument about what constitutes “party food.”
Perhaps the elves weren’t the best helpers ever. At least there’s both spiked eggnog and non-alcoholic eggnog. Labeled even! Also the spiked one is surrounded by bottles of rum, just in case it’s not enough of a kick.
…On the edge of a table is a crystal bowl that looks somewhat…out of place. It’s filled with an assortment of simple sweets. Chocolates, hard candy, marshmallows, drops, anything you could think of. On the table is a note that reads:
"Mystery candies! These treats are not only sweet, they cause magical effects in those who eat them! What effects? You shall have to try them and find out~
Please do NOT mix these in with regular treats. Feeding them to someone without warning them in advance will not be tolerated. If there are any issues, seek out Loki”
Scribbled on it is a crude drawing of Loki and the words “this guy” and an arrow pointing to him.
Next to the bowl is a notebook and pen for recording what effects each candy has.
Music!
The Pole has everything. Every music. All of the music. The playlist for this party is years long, and the dancefloor can handle it all
But…it’s front loaded with high energy mariachi tunes, like it was put together by someone who knew exactly what they like and didn't care to branch out. The elf manning the magical DJ booth is under strict instructions to “not play anything stupid” but elves are easily distractible and really don’t know what “stupid music” would even be, so it’s not hard to get access yourself.
All you have to do is name the song, or hum the song, or even have a vague recollection of the song and the booth will slot it in as the next one in the playlist. Of course, nobody would ever abuse that privilege…right?
Performance!
Of course, there’s also a space for attendees to perform themselves. When they do, the DJ booth pauses so everyone can hear it properly. If you’re amazed by the capacities of this magitech, you’re in good company; Puss looked at it like it was catnip the first time he saw it.
Karaoke is on offer of course, but it can accommodate anything: dancing, juggling, poetry readings, performance art, hamboning, an impromptu performance of Stomp, anything goes!
Wildcard!
Hey, if you want it, the yetis or Puss can probably make it happen! The best parties are the kind where anything can happen!
What: Team Building party and everyone’s invited!
Where: Dining Hall
When: A little less than a week after the Branch event
Warnings/Notes: Magic candies and off the rails music
Pre-Party
The place is decked out to the nines. Yes, they are largely Christmas decorations, but they’re stretched to the fullest: Shining garlands of all colors wrap around pillars and poles. Twinkling lights are strung from nearly every surface. The tablecloths are all soft velvet and the chairs all have bundles of balloons tied to them.
(Anyone who walked by the room might have heard Puss arguing about the balloons. “Tacky,” he said. “This isn’t a prom or a birthday party,” he said. The elves insisted. Now there are balloons. The colors are tasteful, gold and dark purples like the invitations, but there are balloons.)
Puss is a considerate host, and has set up a little table at the entrance with things like earplugs and assorted first aid supplies. He already knows his fellow cats have sensitive ears, why not be prepared for everything.
It’s a good time to mingle before the party starts in earnest.
MC Puss Welcomes You
Puss’s baritone, shockingly powerful and unmic’d because Puss is just that good, rings out triumphantly through the room. He stands on a stool, spotlight on him, holding a tall mug of eggnog.
“New friends! Allies! Myths and legends! Welcome, one and all!”
He takes a swig of nog and continues.
“Ah! Now, for those who do not know me, I am the one and only Puss in Boots, righter of wrongs, avenger of justice, and your host for this evening!”
He bows, a deep contrite gesture of humility and grace. Behind him, a yeti rolls his eyes. Puss shoots him a look.
“Now tonight is about many things! It is the first step of our grand journey together! It is a beacon of light against the darkness that stands on our doorstep! It is a forging of a great alliance to protect the children of this world and our own! It’s a night of joy! A night of unity! The night we shape our destiny!”
He spreads his arms out wide, smiling broadly.
“Our destiny…”
From the side, another yeti tosses him a lute.
“...as heroes!”
Confetti cannons pop, as glitter and streamers pour down from the ceiling. So does the elf manning it, but he seems fine. Puss laughs, strums and starts on a song.
”Who are your favorite fearless heroes, who are your favorite fearless he-e-roes!”
…And when the ceremonies are done, the fiesta can begin.
Food!
The food and drink options are absolutely scrumptious but…those who are observant about such things may sense a tension in planning reflected in the options.
Among things like a taco bar, fried chicken, guacamole, a nacho cheese fountain, and every kind of salsa you could want, things like fruit cakes, gingerbread houses, sugar cookies, spiced chestnuts, candy canes, and an eggnog fountain placed confrontationally close to the cheese fountain abound as well. They’re placed with no real care, almost as if there were some unresolved argument about what constitutes “party food.”
Perhaps the elves weren’t the best helpers ever. At least there’s both spiked eggnog and non-alcoholic eggnog. Labeled even! Also the spiked one is surrounded by bottles of rum, just in case it’s not enough of a kick.
…On the edge of a table is a crystal bowl that looks somewhat…out of place. It’s filled with an assortment of simple sweets. Chocolates, hard candy, marshmallows, drops, anything you could think of. On the table is a note that reads:
"Mystery candies! These treats are not only sweet, they cause magical effects in those who eat them! What effects? You shall have to try them and find out~
Please do NOT mix these in with regular treats. Feeding them to someone without warning them in advance will not be tolerated. If there are any issues, seek out Loki”
Scribbled on it is a crude drawing of Loki and the words “this guy” and an arrow pointing to him.
Next to the bowl is a notebook and pen for recording what effects each candy has.
Music!
The Pole has everything. Every music. All of the music. The playlist for this party is years long, and the dancefloor can handle it all
But…it’s front loaded with high energy mariachi tunes, like it was put together by someone who knew exactly what they like and didn't care to branch out. The elf manning the magical DJ booth is under strict instructions to “not play anything stupid” but elves are easily distractible and really don’t know what “stupid music” would even be, so it’s not hard to get access yourself.
All you have to do is name the song, or hum the song, or even have a vague recollection of the song and the booth will slot it in as the next one in the playlist. Of course, nobody would ever abuse that privilege…right?
Performance!
Of course, there’s also a space for attendees to perform themselves. When they do, the DJ booth pauses so everyone can hear it properly. If you’re amazed by the capacities of this magitech, you’re in good company; Puss looked at it like it was catnip the first time he saw it.
Karaoke is on offer of course, but it can accommodate anything: dancing, juggling, poetry readings, performance art, hamboning, an impromptu performance of Stomp, anything goes!
Wildcard!
Hey, if you want it, the yetis or Puss can probably make it happen! The best parties are the kind where anything can happen!
Rowan
Music
Look, Rowan heard karaoke, they're basically contractually obliged to be there. And they've come armed with their weapons of choice: laptop in one hand and acquired ukulele in the other. It's already been appropriately glittered up, what with supplies being literally all over the place. Waiting for the perfect moment, they step up, let the lights go down around them, take a deep breath, and then, as the lights rise again, start with Don't Stop Me Now.
They're no legend, and their laptop can't replace a live band, but they have a stage presence that shines almost as much as the instrument in their hands. Practically glowing, they belt out the lyrics, inviting their fellow guardians to join in, either by singing along or by clapping or stomping their feet. It's not often that everything falls into place for a perfect performance, but it does in this moment for Rowan, and they ride that wave into a second perfect performance of Shut Up and Dance, before stepping away from the stage and allowing the music to fade back in.
Later they can be found at the DJ booth, sneaking songs into Branch's playlist. It's not a bad list at all, but it's seriously lacking in eurotrash. What kind of party doesn't have Dragostea Din Tei, Everytime We Touch or the Macarena? They're going to test the magic to see if it knows the dance moves alone or if they have to sing again (they'll very happily sing again, but listen to them mangle anything that isn't english, despite that belting performance earlier).
Dancing
They don't need to be buzzed to hit the dance floor, not with these types of jams. They have a fluid grace that's occasionally cut through by the awkwardness of someone who's not quite used to their body, like a teenager that's just gone through a growth spurt tripping over their own legs. Still flying from their performance earlier, they catch themselves each time, but anyone observant might pick up on it none the less.
But no one wants to dance alone. At the end of each song, they glance around. They'll ask anyone to dance, but in particular they're looking for anyone who looks like they might want to join but needs a push, or anyone who looks lonely. Swanning over, they give a warm, welcoming smile, that's reflected genuinely in their grey eyes. “Come dance with me?” A soft hand is offered out, ready to whisk their potential partner away should they take them up on their offer.
Food
Later again, and they have indeed partaken of the eggnog, or at least the rum. They've found the spiciest salsa on offer and are currently eating it with a spoon, while eyeing up the cheese fountain. They'll take or leave the sweets, especially when there's this much free food available that won't make them feel sick after a bite or two, but they're looking to soak up a bit of the booze before heading to bed. If anyone wanders towards the sweets while they're there, they can't help but lean over. “You're braver than I am, mate. Wouldn't touch those with a bargepole, not with that sort of non warning.”
Dancing
She only just started "mingling" (well, less mingling and more moving through the group and catching parts of conversations) when Rowan gives their invitation.
This is the Garou she's yet to introduce herself to.
Elle grins and takes the offered hand.
And she's good at dancing! She starts out a little stiff due to discomfort, but once she's relaxed she moves with an uncanny grace. After a minute or so, she breaks the ice.
"Come here often?" friendly, casual, and more than a little cheesy. It's not a true come on, but the tone of it does skirt the line between joking and true flirtation.
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It’s not often that they find themself dancing with someone more graceful than themself, but that makes them appreciate it even more. It makes them want to up their game, but for now they’ll settle for concentrating on not tripping over their own legs as they lead her into a playful dance. Her line makes them chuckle, tilting their head as they grin at her.
“I dunno, I’d be around more often if I knew there was people what can move like you around.” It’s more playful than flirting, but the compliment is genuine. “You should be showing off your moves more, not hanging around on the wall.”
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(Add a personal detail, give the smallest sign of vulnerability without exposing yourself. Elle plans on enjoying her interaction with Rowan, but she started this party thinking of it like a mission and can't turn it off now.)
The similarity between Rowan and Kenzie is shocking, but she doesn't comment. They've probably heard it more than a few times by now.
"And the wall has snacks, don't knock the wall!" Not that she was eating before, but it's the principal of the thing.
That being said, for all her protest she no longer looks even a little uncomfortable. Any trace of self-consciousness has disappeared, and at times it seems like she's showing off. Those years of ballet have to be good for something.
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“I’m Rowan, by the way. Nice to meet you, and all that.”
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"The candy, I'm not sure. Some guy called 'Loki'. If he isn't actually The Loki, the whole trickster thing is pretty on the nose. If he is Loki, this is pretty banal. Either way, I'm way more tempted than I should be."
The candies are a mystery! Elle loves mysteries! This minor one is a perfect mixture of harmless chaos that makes it ripe for the picking, so to speak. Except she's not stupid and isn't going to trust magic food given to her by anyone who goes by the name of a trickster god.
"I'm Elle. Pleasure to make your acquaintance," she emphasizes the ridiculously proper greeting with a curtsy.
"How're you adjusting to--" she motions to their general surroundings "--all this?"
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"It ain't all that bad here. Food to go around and it's warm enough." It's a low bar, but they'll keep it there. "Wish I could give my mums a call, but aside from that, I'm just glad we got somewhere safe to go. How 'bout you?" It's not the strangest thing they've had to recover from this year; finding out they were garou and about the garou in one fell sweep was a bit of a shock, but going into a fairy realm and the flux realm was even weirder. At least here they know how things work and what they need to do.
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"Yeah, because antagonizing a potential trickster god always ends well," the sarcasm is laid on pretty thick. She's heard too many stories from Isaac and Marcus about Coyote to be willing to poke that particular bear. Or horse, as it were.
"Hey, no complaints here about the amenities. This is my second go 'round the whole universe-hopping thing and most of the time we did not have plumbing at the last place. I saw the shower in my ensuite and nearly broke down in tears," the question of how she's adjusting gets neatly sidestepped with a small anecdote that isn't nearly as exaggerated as Elle would like.
"It's not so bad, though. Have you met Stacia?" she knows they have. "She's been around the block three, four times now? Either way, too fucking many."
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“I met her, and that’s too many fucking times, yeah.” They agree. “Honestly, one is too many already. Guess two is better than one with no shower, though. Dunno how all of yous survived that.” Crying over the shower is very understandable. “Take it the food’s better and all? Did you even get proper food or was you really out in the wilds?” Rowan shudders at the thought.
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"Clothes and hygiene were the biggest issues. Not everyone came in wilderness-ready. One girl showed up in a prom dress, heels and all."