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

[ouzel]

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. ]

[realists]

[ 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. ]

[ouzel]

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. ]

[realists]

[ 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.

[ouzel]

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.

[realists]

[ 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.

[ouzel]

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

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

[realists]

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. ]

[ouzel]

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

[ He gestures for the bottle again. ]

[realists]

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. ]

[ouzel]

So why waste each other's time? [ Cassian frowns, but she's turned away and there's not much else for him to do but follow her. ] Right?

[realists]

Time we suddenly have in abundance, time we can waste.

[ that's a thought and she lingers on it, taking another healthy gulp of the booze before promptly settling down on the grass, before the zen garden comes into view. she can't be a masochist with alcohol on hand. ]