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open | happy (earth) new year, everyone!

WHO: Any and all!
WHERE: 2nd residential floor lounge
WHEN: OOCly 12/31; today.
WHAT: Victor's ICly claimed the day as being the 31st, and subsequently celebrating the "New Year" with anyone who comes by! After sending out a post on the network inviting any of the new arrivals via anomalies to attend, people are welcome to come enjoy a probably very random seeming New Years celebration.
WARNINGS: There is food and alcohol here, beware!

The lounges are interesting spaces, and Victor didn't hesitate to roll up his sleeves and rearrange furniture in this section of the middle floor lounge. A cheery wave to anyone wandering through earlier on the 31st (by his calendar, he's quite cheerful in acknowledging how arbitrary that really is) while he goes about arranging things to his satisfaction, before he jets off again to finish preparing his olivie salad.

It's nowhere near fancy, but he's shown up again with a big, borrowed bowl from his work, containing the closest approximation of olivie salad he'd been able to manage working with the supplies he found on board. There's a tablecloth tossed over the table he's appropriated for holding the foodstuffs, along with simple plates, utensils, cups and bubbling wines (three, okay, that's toeing the line of careful financial management). He's even figured out how to get music playing, though it's hard to say if there's any unifying theme to what plays.

Perhaps the most ridiculous part of any of this is how he's constructed a small cone cap for the brown, fuzzy creature that had been delivered to his bunk last week. That it's a shaved ice cone inverted with the words "Happy New Year" written on it amuses him. The unidentified creature simply coos and purrs and wears the cone hat, not moving off the smaller table it's been set on.

"Happy New Year!" he says to just about anyone walking by, tipping his (oh so classy) cup their way with a smile. Welcome to the party. Bring something to contribute to the table? Very welcome to the party!

[ ooc: please tag in with your own top levels and enjoy a relaxed, informal celebration of the new year (per Victor)! ]

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[ 001 - FOOD TABLE ]

[ it's definitely not life day. nor carnival week on coruscant or high day or empire day which her parents only reluctantly celebrated. loitering around the food table like a fish out of water -- so much food, so little to be reconstituted! -- she puts a slice of cassian's cheesecake on her plate and will spend the entire evening with that one thing.

when she steps up to refill her water, however, she will ask: ] What is New Year's exactly?

[ 002 - COUCHES ]

[ it's probably only about twenty minutes into this party, but jyn's decided she is well and truly over-socialised and tucks herself away on a far couch by a bookshelf. it's far more plush and comfortable that she is used, but so is this party. she's not a party person, she can barely remember the last time she attended a party.

maybe when she was four?

so she finds a quiet area to be uncomfortable and paw through the bookshelves to maybe find something enjoyable. ]

[ 003 - WILDCARD ]

[ you do you! jyn will be "mingling", drinking alcohol she has no idea what do with that is also like way below the alcohol content in space, lounging on the couch, or idk googling shit on her communicator. make something up, i'll roll with it. ]

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It's precisely what it sounds like. A celebration of the coming of a new year.

[Eichi is glad to be a fact book, here by the water and trying not to overexert himself. He smiles.] Tonight at midnight, it will mark the beginning of a new calendar year. It's a celebration of the passage of time.

[ that's stupid, jyn thinks but doesn't say. judging earth celebrations since right now. ]

What if the year sucked and you don't want to celebrate it? [ then you wouldn't come to the party, obviously, but she means like worldwide. if the entire year sucked for humanity as a whole, what would be the point of dwelling on it at all? ]

The idea is actually to celebrate the coming year, so a bad year would be even more reason for a grand celebration. Positive wishes for the year to come, you know?

[He's smiling, but mostly because that seems to be his default.] By getting together with friends and loved ones, you can celebrate and say "let's hope this year will be better than the last." ♪

[ okay, that's less stupid, when it's put like that. more like celebrating the year being over and not the year itself. he loses her again at the second bit because, aside from cassian, these people are still strangers to her. ]

And you just eat and chat, that's it? [ ???? earth celebrations ???? why ???? ]

Good food, good company... At times there are games, and if you're old enough there might just be alcohol. It's a time for celebration, after all. Fufu.

[Just have some champagne and enjoy the food!!]

[ she doesn't enjoy anything, she is a terrible unfun person. it's so sad. ]

This fizzy wine is customary?

The type might depend on the country you're celebrating in, but that's right.

[He chuckles, gesturing towards himself.] But for the sake of my health, I shouldn't have any. [His health and not just that he's 18... sure.]

[ countries????? ugh pre-spaceflight is so weird. ]

Your health, [ jyn repeats, looking over him curiously. he's thin for his height, sure, but he doesn't look ill. at least not to her. admittedly she hasn't spent much time with sick people, they tended to be left behind. ]

I have such a weak constitution that my body could give out any day now.

[Bluntly... Educating Jyn about those of weak health! Hooray.]

[ her eyebrows lift a fraction. there wasn't much left of saw at the end, but he was old, hair shot through with so much white it was more grey that black. this kid is... well, a kid.

but jyn doesn't do pity, so instead she offers a shrug. ] That sucks.

[ jyn erso, bastian of compassion and sympathies. ]

[Eichi honestly appreciates a lack of pity, so there's a small rise in his smile that's a bit more genuine.]

Well, I can't deny that. But it's all the more reason for me to give it my all each day, and to celebrate whenever possible. I hope you're able to have a fine year, despite the situation.

[ whenever possible drums up a question in her mind, sounding a tiny bit like she doesn't even want the answer. ]

How many Earth celebrations are there in a year? [ because there is this and cassian had mentioned something prior to her arrival which weren't all that far apart. ]

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[ All that antisocial behavior is just begging to be disturbed. Lando slides along in front of the bookshelf, his back to the books as he asks, ] Find anything that catches your eye?

[ It's obvious he doesn't give one actual shit about the books. ]

[ instead of whining about her peace being disturbed by a stranger -- because she saw him talking to cassian so she knows that they would have spoken eventually -- she holds up a book at random. space version of fifty shades of grey or something equally has mundane and bodice ripping. ]

Does this look like High Galactic to you? [ this curiosity had started with her conversation with yuuri so she is just going to roll with it. if he doesn't recognize it, maybe she can add a matching language to her list. that she will make. because she is lyra erso's daughter. ]

[ Indeed, it was Cassian's mention of the girl that got Lando interested in her to begin with. Whether the two of them were an item or not, Lando hadn't puzzled out yet, but they were certainly involved in some way. ]

Hm? [ He takes the book, angling it to get a better look. ] Sure looks like it. [ Come to think of it, he hasn't seen anything written in Aurebesh the whole time he's been here... it's all been High Galactic. ]

Is this the sort of story you're interested in? [ An Accidental Astronaut, the title reads, with a scintillating cover of a woman in an exosuit, the helmet all fogged up. ] You don't strike me as the type.

I'm not. [ she eyes the cover again with distaste. ] I know better than to have sex in a spacesuit for one thing.

[ she's reckless, not suicidal. and she makes a small note that he also recognizes high galactic. ]

Smart girl.

[ He casts his eyes over the shelf, scanning the book titles. ] Looks like there are others written in High Galactic here, if that's not your speed.

Nearly everything seems to be in High Galactic. [ which is weird????? but admittedly helpful because she doesn't need anything translated. ]

Curious. [ What does that say about the fleet's location in relation to their own galaxy? ]

At least you won't be lacking in reading materials.

Or tinder. [ jyn no. she'd be more than happy to burn that terrible looking book. ]

I guess I've got time to catch up on my reading. Or start.

For all those long lonely nights?

[ Subtle push to get more information about her. Cassian knows her, but who exactly is she? ]

[ she gives him a Look because she does not want to talk about her nights. if only because while they are not lonely, they are certainly long. ]

Yes. It's almost like being back in prison.

[ jyn this is not how you make friends. ]