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

[ouzel]

[ Cassian gives a quick little frown, which is as close as he gets to saying 'be careful with the foreign fake!booze' because whatever happens he'll take care of her or the situation, as the case may be. ]

Hopefully that will change. Or there will be dancing. Something.

[realists]

Ugh. [ she groans, making a face and putting her hand on his shoulder like he is about to get up and make that change his own personal responsibility. ] No, no dancing. Dancing would be awful.

[ admittedly, the music isn't bad but she is barely here for the party, she is definitely not here for dancing. ]

[ouzel]

Why would it be terrible?

[ Because she doesn't want to dance, obviously. Cassian's romantic heart is not having it. ]

It would be fun.

[realists]

It would not. Dancing is for celebrations and... dolls. [ she pulls another face, remembering victor's question from earlier. ] Cassian, what's the best thing that happened to you this year?

[ ADMITTEDLY, she has known him for all of a week, but it was a terrible week and she assumes the rest of the year was equally as shit for him as it was for her. ]

What are we even celebrating? [ a beat, her expression turns resigned but irritated. ] Why am I asking you, Captain "Rebellions are built on hope". [ like she didn't pull that card herself. ] You'll find something to be happy about. [ another slight pause, poking him in the chest. ] If you say me, I will throw you out an airlock.

[ouzel]

...I thought this was supposed to be a celebration. [ Dolls? Really? Cassian frowns at that one.

Then she goes on to ask him that question, steal his answer and threaten him over it. Of course he can't help but smirk. ]

You're terrible. [ But he loves her nonetheless. ]

Ah. I had some chocolate...months ago.

[ Yep. Nailed it. ]

[realists]

[ her dolls had a great very many dances, tyvm. ]

I just don't think there has been anything in the last year worth commemorating. Including chocolate. [ she, of course, doesn't include rogue one in that, but she doesn't think that needs to be said. especially considering the outcome. ]

[ouzel]

Then I guess it's on us to make this one worth celebrating when it ends.

[ He takes her hand and squeezes it. ] Any ideas?

[realists]

Alcohol that actually has alcohol in it.

[ she will not succumb to your romanticism!!!!!!!!!!!!! but she does let him hold her hand because she is a chump ]

[ouzel]

Sweet or sour?

[ Good because now he's lacing their fingers together. ]

[realists]

[ omg cassian THIS IS IN PUBLIC! HAVE SOME SELF CONTROL. ]

Strong, I don't care what it tastes like.

[ouzel]

[ He's not kissing her silly OBVIOUSLY HE HAS SOME SELF CONTROL.

Emphasis on some. ]

I think there are places to drink where all the stores and restaurants are gathered.

[realists]

I wish I had thought of that three days ago. I'd assumed it was like the base on Yavin.

[ there may have been alcohol there but no one was about to give it to miss lives to fight over here. especially after eadu. ]

[ouzel]

We could always drink tonight. [ Don't worry about the past, he wants to say, but doesn't. ]

The base on Yavin had alcohol. [ A beat. ] You could've asked me.

[realists]

[ she glances over at him, eyes softening with a familiar sadness. ] I didn't like you at the time.

[ it's maybe a harsh statement, but she doesn't say it with any of the bitterness and anger that she attacked him with on the cargo ship. it's just the sad truth about the last week. ]

But I do like you tonight.

[ouzel]

I'm glad for that.

[ Not the before, certainly, but definitely the present.

Before she can yank her hand away he plants a kiss on it! And then lets go because he's sure she's going to be annoyed. Ish. By his behavior. ]

I'm glad you're here. [ He can't stop saying that. ]

[realists]

[ she shoves at him with the same hand he just kissed, trying not to look as flustered as she feels. starved for affection as she may be, that doesn't make her well equipped to receive it when it finally does come into her life. there hasn't been an abundance of gentle touches in the last fifteen years, they make her antsy. ]

Well, buy me a drink then. [ because i spent all my money on yarn so you can knit a freakin' sweater for a droid. she pushes up from the couch, waiting. she means now. got three days of drinking to make up for. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian smirks at the shove, letting his body take the full force of impact and swaying a little, because it's still contact and it's contact from his favorite person.

He looks like an idiot, but a happy one. ]

I can do that. Are we coming back?

[realists]

[ there is an obvious internal debate because jyn would love nothing more than to flee social gatherings. ]

If you want.

[ouzel]

Well. Let's see where the evening takes us. I know there's something about midnight but I haven't asked it's importance yet.

[ Which is to say he might want to come back then. Maybe. It all depends on how successful they are with finding alcohol. Either way he stands up too, and follows her out of the party. ]

[realists]

It better not be dancing, [ she comments, like she's readying a protest before he can even think of it. if only she knew... she successfully sets off toward the market to, hopefully, find the booze. ]

[ouzel]

Why are you so opposed to dancing? [ He's right behind her, actually, and the first shop they go into has nothing immediately recognizable as alcohol.

Probably because they've happened upon a series of stores that sells housewares and scented candles, which were not a thing Cassian knew people bothered with. ]

They just go up in smoke.

[realists]

But they smell good. [ jyn pauses to linger by a green one that smells like moss and petrichor and home, breathing deeply and closing her eyes. ] I like them.

[ but they will not get her drunk so she tugs on cassian's sleeve and drags him into the next store. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian wonders if there aren't better ways to make a room smell good, but maybe scented candles are great, he doesn't know. He does make a note of the name of that one before getting dragged off by the arm into somewhere else.

This one sells food, so alcohol? Has several shelves. ]

Oh wow. [ This was more of a choice than he was expecting but there are several floors of shops so he's not sure why he was surprised at all. ]

[realists]

[ jyn sucks in a gasp, breathing out a long breath of an ] Oh. Perfect.

[ there are way to many to choose from so jyn does the adult thing and chooses bottles that look like they're easy to carry or short enough for a straw, plucking them off the shelves at random and tucking them between her chest and her arm until she doesn't have anymore room. five is probably too much but she looks at cassian and pulls an innocent face, pointing at him with one of the bottles. ]

I'm appreciating the local culture.

[ouzel]

[ Cassian puts his hands up in the universal 'I'm unarmed' gesture, shaking his head. ]

I did not say anything, not one word. But I do want to keep looking.

[ Look, there's baskets for holding at the end of the aisle! He'll just...grab one of those and hold it out for her small horde, if she doesn't mind. ]

Just to see what else they have.