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

[juniberries]

[To be fair, she may have spent a bit too long in the presence of a kid like Lance to automatically feel wary whenever someone winks at her now but...luckily Victor seems like a pleasant person.

She idly hands her mouse a small fingerful of food as she continued talking, shaking her head slightly but not dismissively.]

Princess Allura is perfectly fine, or even Allura. Whichever feels most comfortable. Your Royal Highness is a bit...much.

[There's a wry smile. She does appreciate the respect, even the paladins and Coran usually refer to her as 'Princess,' but in situations like these she's not about to throw her title around either.

Especially since the situation here is far different from the mission she has back in her sector of the galaxy.]

I'd say it's a shame that I missed it, but considering the circumstance we were brought here... [aka: I'd rather not be here At All because there are more important matters to attend to.

Her train of thought is interrupted by the mention of Earth, and the fact that he's been here for twenty days.]

If you've only been here twenty days, there's at least hope of returning back where we're all from.

i'm SO SORRY I LOST THIS TAG

[genice]

( Oh, equally fair to presume he's a flirt; he comes across as one, in a light way, pretty much at all initial contact. It's a matter less about interest and more about putting people at ease, relaxing them by being relaxed himself.

The mouse earns another flicker of his attention; still, he focuses on what she's saying, smile turning into something thoughtful and relaxed. )

Allura it is, then. Princess Allura should we ever find ourselves in appropriate company.

( Said with a light laugh, though he means it. There are times where even titles to places that are unfathomable hold a certain value. Presentation and perception count for more than people might want to credit.

It's just not in his particular mindset to worry about it right now. )

I've been here twenty days. Talk to enough of the crew, and you'll find people who've been here twenty years or more, according to them. Not everyone; some people come on board simply because they elect to, but others have arrived like we did, a long time ago.

( He shrugs, an artless, graceful motion, as if asking forgiveness for that blunt reality with a more serious expression slipping across his features. )

I don't advise against hope, but I do advise being practical while holding on to hope.