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)! ]

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[bespin]

[ 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. ]

[realists]

[ 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. ]

[bespin]

[ 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.

[realists]

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. ]

[bespin]

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.

[realists]

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

[bespin]

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.

[realists]

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.

[bespin]

For all those long lonely nights?

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

[realists]

[ 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. ]

[bespin]

[ Lando chuckles. He's been there. ]

Imperial?

[realists]

[ well. score one for lando just taking it like a champ. ]

Yeah. Wobani, most recently. It was a labor camp? [ does he know it? ]

[bespin]

Wobani... [ He's never been, but he's pretty sure he's heard of it. ] Spent most of my time in the Outer Rim, myself.

[realists]

Me as well. [ a beat. ] I was on Coruscant when I was a little girl.