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

[indigo5a]

[ Parties are not her thing. Unless she's undercover and has to protect a number from getting themselves offed at a fancy soirée. Otherwise, she doesn't really understand the point. If it's for the alcohol, you can always drink alone. And if it's for the music, it'll sound a lot better in your own space. Of course, most people come for the company and fun, but Shaw needs neither.

Nevertheless, she finds herself at the New Year's Eve party, mostly to scope the place out (gatherings like these can be ideal for overhearing intel) and the free food. The invite didn't say anything about no dogs, so she's brought hers.

The spread looks surprisingly normal for an alien buffet. She beelines for the empanadas, flaky pastries filled with delicious meat. She doesn't bother with a plate or utensils, snapping one up with her bare hands and pushing it into her mouth. She pauses right there, as she notices a weird guy hovering by the table.

She chews, swallows, and gives him a look. ]

What?

[ouzel]

I didn't say anything. [ Cassian shrugs. He didn't, for the record, but mostly he's curious: ]

Do you like them? [ He was worried they came out too flaky, or something. Ingredients vary from planet to planet and half the things he's familiar with don't even seem to exist on this ship. ]

[indigo5a]

[ No, you didn't. But people who hover around you usually want something, at least in Shaw's experience. At least he didn't give off any hostile vibes, or she might have pulled a move on him.

She blinks at the question. Do you like them. ]

Uh.

[ Shaw uses the back of her hand to wipe some crumbs from her face, though not entirely successfully. ]

They're not bad. Why? You made them?

[ouzel]

Sí, I did.

[ Now it's Cassian's turn to shove his hands in his pockets and shrug. ]

I haven't cooked anything for such a varied group in a long time. If people have ideas on how to improve them, I'd love to hear it.

[indigo5a]

[ Spanish, in space? It's probably just as likely as English, maybe. Or maybe this guy is from Earth. His food certainly tastes familiar. And from the way she'd just shoved the empanada into her mouth, you can probably tell that it was acceptable. ]

It's good, [ she states simply. She can't think of any ways to improve upon it. After a pause, she asks in Spanish: ] Where are you from?

[ She would guess Mexico. ]

[ouzel]

Glad you like it. [ Cassian smiles. ]

I was born on Fest, [ is the answer, also in Spanish, and which is not anywhere near Mexico. ] What about you? I'm Cassian.

[indigo5a]

[ Fest? A planet, she gathers. How odd that languages are so identical on completely different planets. Is it still called Spanish there, or do they have some other name for it?

She doesn't smile back. Shaw doesn't really smile much, so one shouldn't take it personally. She does give a brief nod, though. She continues in Spanish. ]

I'm Shaw. From Earth.

[ No nice-to-meet-yous will follow either, but she will say this: ]

We have something like this, there. [ By this, she means the empanadas, of which she's going to shamelessly grab another. ]

[ouzel]

I had never heard of Earth before I arrived here.

[ He'll assume the same of her, since other people from Earth have told him that there isn't much going on there by way of spaceflight.

He does keep smiling though. Something about people appreciating his food makes him feel good. ]

Have as many as you like.

[indigo5a]

No, I don't suppose you have.

[ She hasn't heard about a lot of planets before she arrived here. As far as she understood, Earth was the only inhabited planet known to man. It even had a god, of sorts. One created by a man. ]

...and thanks.

[ She finds it odd how he keeps smiling. What does he find so amusing? Does she have something on her face? She wipes a few crumbs from her chin, but manages to put more there when she scarfs down another one. ]

I take it you're not here from your own free will either.