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]

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.

[realists]

[ she carefully dumps the bottles into the basket, holding on to the one in her hand however. she almost debates cracking the bottle open while they're still in the store but she is pretty sure that is not allowed. ]

Too much, [ she answers, following along as he explores. ] I've never seen this much food in my life, even on Coruscant.

[ouzel]

Yeah. [ Cassian is, honestly, a little taken aback. It speaks to an amassing of power and resources on the scale of the Empire, were the Empire interested in feeding its people to ridiculous amounts.

He shakes his head a little, peering at this bottle and that, eventually making his way towards the refrigerated section that still contains alcohol. ] Oh, there's beer.

[ There are more kinds of beer than he has ever laid eyes on. ]

[realists]

You mean water. [ god, she's so judgmental, but she peers at them all the same. ] This one looks like it's in Yuuri's language.

[ what did he call it again. not english, that was the weird one. ]

Japanese.

[ouzel]

Yes, yes. [ He reaches out and pats her shoulder, giving her a smile, until what she says about language has him peering even more closely. ]

Alright, we'll try this one.

[realists]

You can try it. [ she wanders further down the aisle, exploring mixers with general distaste, plucking a bag of rainbow colored straws free and tossing them back to him. they only just make it in the basket. ]

Have you ever seen a mouse?

[ouzel]

[ Clearly they need to work on her ability to blindly throw things behind her. ]

It might be good. [ It might be terrible. ] So I take it you only like the drinks strong enough to blind you?

[ A mouse. What? ]

MSE-6?

[realists]

I don't like drinks that taste like water from Wobani, [ jyn corrects, shaking a jar of cherries with idle fascination. what is all this shit, she could be here all night. ]

That's what I thought, too, but they're actual little animals. Tiny little things. [ she holds her hand a few inches above the bottle to demonstrate the diminutive size if the mice. she is bigger than them. ] They look nothing like the droid, either. It's weird, how our things and their things have the same name. Yuuri's English is our High Galactic, which is... highly improbable.

[ you nerd. she is just really mystified how language can cross galaxies without people. ]

[ouzel]

I have never seen cherries in that color, [ Cassian admits, letting the comment about Wobani water go because...well. Most of the beer he's had in his lifetime was not delicious stuff, that's for sure.

Ales, on the other hand...

Back to the topic of mice, however, and Cassian is frowning. ] It's weird. Maybe humans carried the language with them to a pre-spaceflight planet and started things over?

...wait is that fruit all fresh?

[realists]

It's in a jar, of course it's not... [ he is not talking about her cherries and she follows where he is looking as she sets them back on the shelf. ]

No way.

[ GROCERY STORES ARE LIKE HEAVEN. may the force be with these two food insecure little lambs. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian takes her hand and practically pulls her along, until she inevitably outstrips him to get to the fruit first. He has to laugh, a little, picking up a particularly purple apple and turning it this way and that in the light. ]

Ten. We should take back ten of them.

[ Them being whichever catches their fancy. Cassian is thinking of keeping a list. ]

[realists]

Ten of those or ten different ones? Ten each? [ she looks at the prices, squints and does some mental math. she only has a little left over from buying cassian his yarn and she doubts he has a load of credits to his name. this is making her rethink her stance on working however, plucking a small blueish green starfruit from a nearby pile. ] I don't think we have enough.

[ at least not enough to purchase them legally. but he is welcome to correct her that he is making bank. ]

[ouzel]

Ten different ones. We can cut them into pieces and try them out. Write down what we like, what's awful. [ He shrugs, suddenly self-conscious. It's an idea, anyway, something to keep them occupied.

At her mention of not having enough he frowns and fiddles with his communicator for a moment. ]

I make a decent amount. We could afford it.

[realists]

Can we afford ten each? [ she wants to try literally everything and as long as cassian is sure about the credits, whatever. also she is briefly startled by her easy and continued use of we.

but they are a team. ]

[ouzel]

Of all these or ten each of ten? [ He looks around. ] We can afford ten each of ten. [ It's not like he's been spending money much, other than what it took to prepare the empanadas and the cheesecake, but that was from two floors up and a much smaller shop. ]