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

[genice]

The Death Star. Which... is a weapon that destroys stars?

( planets, Victor, but planets is ironically not what first comes to mind when he's taking this a little too literally.

once February hits, and he's back in competitive condition for honest, she might learn in spite of not asking... but all things in the nebulous future remain but illusions cast on a shifting surface of water and fog. he breathes out a huff of laughter; less of a felon in this context means what, precisely? )

If any of our records mean much in this space, I'd be interested to hear about it.

[realists]

Planets, [ she corrects. ] Destroying a star wouldn't have as much of an impact, stars die all the time.

[ planets hold people, entire civilizations destroyed in a streak of green. ]

ohmy stars i'm sorry i literally lost this tag

[genice]

( He blinks, taken aback and letting some degree of how unfathomable that is show in his expression. the loss of whole planets, and he does not presume the ones that are simply uninhabited. he can suppose that's an impact in and of itself; it is not, however, one that moves people through and beyond terror into complacency.

that's the sense he's getting from her about what kind of group would create a weapon used to decimate planets. )

I suppose calling it a planetary wrecking ball wouldn't have been as dramatic.

( he's still trying to process this. he gives up after a moment, tipping his glass of sparkling wine back so he can drain it dry. )

Okay, I will say I'm officially glad that so far as we know, this Death Star is not a problem here. Right now. For any planets we will find along the way.

oh my death star you mean

[realists]

[ jyn repeats "as far as we know" in her head, but blissfully refrains from saying it aloud. there can be miracles. mostly she feels like she's ruining his evening enough already and he's not a terrible person so. she feels a bit bad that her life is so horrifying. ]

No, it's not. If it helps any, Cassian and I know how to destroy it. [ ...sort of. ]

im crying alskfdj /snorts

[genice]

... That... strangely enough is both uplifting and saddening.

( Since, well, you said you were basically dead the first time he met you, Jyn. So uh. He hopes other people not here also know. )

[realists]

[ YOU KNOW WHAT SON that's a reasonable answer and jyn shrugs, not incredibly apologetic. ]

Cassian is better at reassurances. [ of the pair of them he is better at a lot of things, frankly, but most obviously is any type of social interaction. cassian is a friendly, cheerful puppy and jyn is a recalcitrant, mercurial cat. ]

[genice]

( He laughs at that; not at her, but the amusement of knowing that yes, everyone has different strengths. )

To be honest, he's probably better than I am, too. I'm too blunt.

( He shrugs; what can he do? )

Though I'm an optimistic realist, for the most part. So, Jyn! Have you worked in zero gravity before?

[realists]

[ OPTIMISTIC REALIST SOUNDS AS FAKE AS ICE SKATING, VICTOR. she's starting to think he's just fucking with her. ]

I have. Lianna had zero-gravity tag. [ girl's gotta make money somehow and wrecking people with stun guns on zero-g conditions had been one of the more fun ways to rake in the credits. ] Coruscant had a zero-g tumbling class...

[ she shakes her head, pulling herself out of a memory. ] It's like swimming with no resistance.

[genice]

( JUST WAIT, JYN, BOTH WILL BE PROVEN REAL won't that be a trip )

Wow! Zero-G tag and tumbling... do you think you could teach me?

( he's. dead serious. staring over his not exactly full champagne glass. )

[realists]

[ why does everyone want her to teach them things! she looks a him, bemused. ]

Swimming?

[genice]

( his lips quirk up at the corners. he nods, tossing back her own metaphor. )

"Without resistance."

[realists]

Alright. But if you hork all over yourself, I'm not cleaning it up. [ and she might take pictures. which is really the only reason she's giving in so easily. and her four or five glasses of fizzy wine giving her the tiniest sense of openness toward socializing. the alcohol content isn't doing anything for her but it's no fermented bantha milk.

space is gross. ]

[genice]

( he holds his hand out toward her, giving a singular, firm nod of his head. )

Deal. If I vomit, it's my mess to clean.

( he won't vomit. but that's only because he's already started practicing on his own, and he's also see the very unique reality of liquids in zero g. )

[realists]

[ she's going to shake it this time. maybe it's progress, maybe she doesn't trust a gentleman's agreement without a handshake, we just don't know. somewhere she is sure cassian is just glowing with pride that his sullen and grumpy cat is being willingly social but she's ignoring that. ]

Deal.