starlogs | open | happy (earth) new year, everyone!

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)! ]

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[ jyn ignores this look. can't beat the bullshit in her life. they should be grateful she isn't stealing. ] We'll need bags for this. [ which is basically like telling the help to do their job, which they do, jyn stepping aside so cassian can pay. ]

[ Cassian gives the cashier a wry smile and pays, nodding his thanks before they head out through the door. ]

So. Are we going back to the party? Be honest. I don't want to take you if you don't want to go and you'd rather just drink with me.

[ first of all, who says she wants to drink with you? oh right, she did. ]

I'd rather hug a Hutt than go back. [ it's not that she's opposed to the party, she is just opposed to her own presence there. celebrating, after everything, feels hollow. she's not the one that would enjoy a party, she'd be in the back with baze talking shit and lacking that meant she had no desire to go in the first place. she had enjoyed... moments, but not enough to want to return. ] There's a garden, isn't there? Let's go there.

[ Cassian rolls his eyes just a little. ]

Hugging Hutts is probably not all that unpleasant. [ Cassian. He can appreciate, however, her honesty about it and desire to do something else, somewhere else. ]

There is. [ Onward, then. ]

[ even walking alongside him, she still protests. ] They're slimy.

[ ewoks, on the other hands. those little fuckers are cute. ]

[ Okay he's going to have to take her word for that one.

Also Ewoks are cute but murderous. Murderously cute.

Kind of like her but fuzzier. ]

I should've bought something to chop the fruit with.

[ idly, before she takes another swig of the drink: ] I've a knife.

Ah. [ He nods. ] You have a knife.

[ Why is he not surprised. ]

[ she glances over at him as if trying to suss out whether or not he is teasing her. she decides no, probably. if only by virtue of the fact that she just told him she has a weapon on her person. ]

The job they gave me is disgusting, but it has some benefits. [ there is a taser. she has a taser. ]

[ Not really, no. More like teasing himself for being surprised that she has a weapon. Small, concealable weapons sound right up her alley to be honest. ]

What are the other benefits?

I don't have to talk to anyone, I guess. [ she would have to work more than her one shift to find out that it's basically sitting around by herself until someone finds a space rat. ]

That's not terrible. [ He has to talk to people but it's fairly limited conversations, just the details. Whom, what, where, when. Why, if something's gone wrong with a lock or someone's left their dogtags behind. ]

[ blandly: ] I'm an exterminator.

[ and all the benefits fly out the window. ]

...that's bullshit. [ Cassian makes a face but he's also actually offended on her behalf. ]

[ she shrugs, taking another long swig of the booze. ]

Is it?

I think so. [ He puts his hand out for the bottle. If this is how they're doing it, she's not doing it alone. ]

[ she passes it over with some reluctance, but sharing is caring or something. she only went to preschool for a couple weeks, she doesn't know. ]

Luckily I won't be working. [ seeing the atrium glitter into view she veers over to the garden area, chin lifted in familiar defiance. ]

Luckily I make enough so you don't have to. [ It's not a snide dig, it's...well he honestly sees it as a bonus. ]

[ she turns, walking backwards. ] You don't have to either.

[ her eyebrows creep up, not so subtly implying that her lifetime of fending for herself has made her a professional at the five finger discount. it's even less subtle when she adds: ] We don't have to pay for anything.

Don't you think that's a little bit of a risk, in such a contained environment?

[ He tilts his head at her but smiles a little. ] I don't mind paying for some things.

[ some things. jyn takes that as an invitation to steal the rest, practically permission. ]

Less of a risk than before. [ she leans forward to grab the bottle back, gesturing around them. eluvio is something entirely different from the places she's been in the past, it's certainly a far cry from the base on yavin. ] No Imperial prison for one thing.

[ You can take the girl out of the Rebellion... ]

True. I still don't want to find out what prisons are like, here.

Then I won't get caught.

[ maybe she's emboldened by the alcohol or maybe she just has enough faith in her own petty theft. ]

Well I doubt telling you 'no, don't' would work.

[ He gestures for the bottle again. ]

Not likely. [ she's just going to hold the bottle hostage, frankly, twisting around again as they approach the atrium so she can slip into the garden area without concussing herself on the doors. she's not nearly drunk enough to be walking into things. ]

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