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

[bespin]

Carbonite?

[ It's sort of a specific term, so he won't fault Victor for not knowing it. ]

It's a liquid made from carbon gas that gets frozen solid through a carbon-freezing process. It's basically a way to preserve materials for long voyages. Though, in this particular instance, it was a particularly cruel form of transport, almost torture I'd think.

[genice]

( he manages to mask most of how that disturbs him; carbon-freezing? he laughs a little, quieter than his usual sort of amusement. )

I've always thought of cryo-sleep or anything like it as something really belonging to science-fiction novels or television... movies and that sort of thing. It's different to hear people talk about all these things and knowing they're real.

( he shudders; it's not for theatrics this time around, but it's about in line for him to pass it off as if it were. )

Doesn't sound like a pleasant process. What happens to the mind? Do people dream like that? I can't imagine that's standard practice...

( he hopes not. )

[bespin]

It's not. [ A pleasant process, standard practice, or something out of fiction. ] I can't speak to what goes on in the mind of someone frozen. I imagine not much-- everything shuts down. When you come out, there are some lasting physical effects-- disorientation, temporary blindness.

[genice]

But vision does return?

( He finds it both fascinating and horrifying. Turns out people's presents here in the future are pretty far out and bizarre in ways Victor never would have expected. )

What's your friend's name?

[bespin]

In a few hours, yes.

[ Han probably wouldn't like Lando telling everybody his business, but what does it matter? Han's not here. ]

His name is Han. Han Solo.

[genice]

( He lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. )

Only hours, thank goodness. Still has to be unsettling as hell.

( Maybe he should hunt down more champagne to top himself off at this point. What a future it is Lando's from. )

I'll try to keep an ear out if that name ever comes up. And I'll buy him a drink at the bar of his choice for having lived through that.

[bespin]

[ Lando smiles, clapping Victor on the back. ] You're a good friend, Victor. He can be pretty picky when it comes to drinks, though, so done be surprised if he turns you down when they don't have any Corellian brandy.

[genice]

( He quirks a grin, shrugging his shoulders. )

All a man can do is try. Not sure if Corellian brandy exists in this universe or not, but there might be something that gets close.

( If they have vodka, who knows what else might exist? )