open | happy (earth) new year, everyone!

[genice]

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)! ]

Comments

[canadese]

[Ax frowns at Marco, then back at his champagne glass, then back at Marco. He is swaying very slightly, but Marco's support definitely helps stabilize him.]

An intervention into what?

[brightline]

[Ax is unstable on his feet in human morph at the best of times, but Marco knows from sad, sad experience that it's even worse after a couple of drinks. Thankfully, while Marco is smaller and feels it just as much after fewer drinks, he's had almost 20 years of experience at walking on two feet, which makes it easy to support Ax.]

Uh, because this is the second time in like a week that I've had to walk you home drunk, man. You have got to lay off the booze.

[He's smiling, though, the teasing is gentle (for Marco) and relatively good-natured. After all, Marco's a little ways past tipsy himself.]

[canadese]

[Ax stares at him. Then, slowly, comprehension dawns.]

Ah. You are implying that I am becoming addicted to this substance. This "intervention" ritual is often portrayed on your television serials.

[Then he looks a little alarmed.]

Can it really take effect this quickly?

[brightline]

[When Ax looks at him like that, alarmed, and then asks if it takes effect this quickly, Marco can't help but laugh.]

I'm joking, Ax-man. You have to indulge a lot and it has to seriously screw up your life before you're considered an addict.

[Reaching out, Marco squeezes Ax's shoulder, and then he nudges his hip against Ax.]

Anyway, you look like you could use a walk home.