WINE PARTY EVENT

[selfgodded]

Who: EVERYONE IN HINOTO-RI
Where: The Square in Scorpio Ward
When: Begins 00:00 New Years!
Summary: Anant and his Persona Dionysus throw a wine party! Mingle, have fun, and watch out for the drinks, some of them are spiked...
Warnings: Alcohol, so expect some silliness in this log. All of the silliness.



It began entirely by accident, really.

Anant had learned that one celebrated the turning of the New Year - a novel experience, really! A world that didn't stand still, that had the cycle of night and day, and the turning of the seasons; the thought of beginning time anew was something beautiful and magnificent to the deluded god. No wonder humans would celebrate such an event!

Dionysus had suggested that perhaps wine would be the best thing to toast the New Year with - and, of course, it would be best to celebrate it where the moon was high in the sky and the stars in view. Atmosphere was just as important! Their quest took them to the square in the Scorpio Ward, nicely fixed up from a past event (something about scorpions, they didn't pry). Anant, of course, brought their own table.

Dionysus supplied the wine, Anant pushed it upon those who were passing by at the time, and soon a crowd began to gather. It started small, but Anant's bubbly personality, delicious wine, and the lighthearted atmosphere drew more and more Hinoto-Ri natives to the scene, and eventually, some of the new arrivals. By the time the clock struck midnight, on the New Years, a large impromptu party had taken over the square!

The free alcohol was possibly the cause of it, but so long as everyone was happy and having fun, why should Anant object to such a thing! To observe such a large congregation of people together - it was magical! Fantastical!

Devious.

It was just past half past twelve in the morning when the 'effect's began appearing. But what did one expect, accepting alcohol from the God of Lunacy? With the moon so high on the sky, washing down on the people below, on such a jovial occasion, how couldn't Dionysus splash a bit of mischief in there?

So have fun, my fellow inhabitants. This night will surely be memorable...

[OOC: Sorry for the tl;dr! Alrighty, so everyone can mingle and do as they please in the comments! You do not have to know Anant to log in - you don't even have to interact with them! Just do your own thing and have fun!

For the list of effects that can occur, click here! You can mix and match, stick with one, or not pick any at all if you want!

HAPPY NEW YEARS!]

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[poorlittleblueburdie]

Avitus had come to Scorpio to look for more art supplies and perhaps inspiration... and, curious to see so many people in one place and wondering why, he slowly approached the party.

So he wasn't drinking anything himself (not yet, at least!) but there was now the blue angel-elf-raven-birdthing person, dressed warmly in his usual purple and green robes under a long blue and black poncho coat thing and boots, hanging toward the outer edge of the party. He smiled, but he was less interested in getting... uh... tipsy festive himself, than in just enjoying the atmosphere and watching people.

After a while, he took out his sketchbook and a pencil, and found a perch seat on the back of a nearby park bench, from which he could sketch people.

Feel free to pester him, potentially while he's absorbed in what he's doing, and cooing very softly under his breath without realizing it?

[acapriciousthing]

Death's never been one to avoid a party. Not while off duty, at any rate, rare as that usually was. All those people, together for a good time, it was the sort of atmosphere she loved.

She also tended to keep an eye out for the wall flower type. After all, they were often just a bit shy, that was all. "What are you drawing?"

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He paused and peeked up from his sketching to see who it was. "Um... just...." Well, everyone, really. "...people."

He glanced back to the book in his lap. It wasn't as though he was exactly guarding it; if she took a peek, she could tell he'd been drawing some of the random people at the party, perhaps be able to pick out some of the individuals. He was good at it, even with just a pencil. He looked back up to her, putting on a little smile more. "I felt like practicing again, is all."

[acapriciousthing]

She smiles. "It's a good hobby."

She glaces at the sketchbook. "And those are really nice." Much better than Destruction's efforts tended to be. Not that she'd ever say that to his face.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Um... thanks." He hesitated a little, and then scooted the thick book over a little in an offer to her to see the drawings better for herself, if she wanted. It looked like he'd been using the book for a fair while now; he was most of the way through it already. "You can look through it, if you want...?"

[greatergone]

Kais ended up arriving at the party just because. No real reason other than he may have wanted to be here. Watching humans do human things or just making sure there was no danger spawning from this gathering. Seditious thoughts about wiping out all aliens was actually one of the worries on Kais' mind.

The problem here was that he was small. Shorter than most people around, standing in at a whopping 5'5''. So despite his blue skin, he didn't exactly stand out, especially in a crowd.

But breaking away from the crowd, he took a seat by Avitus, knowing it was a slightly familiar face that wasn't human. Kais, however, did keep his mouth shut.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Avitus did too, at least for the moment. He added a few last lines to the sketch he'd been doing, and flipped the page, finding --

Hey, this page was loose. It was folded in half, the crease to be sewn into the binding like the others, except it'd somehow managed to be slightly mis-aligned, and the string had missed it. So it would take almost nothing to remove it with very little damage, if he wanted...

"...."

He glanced beside him, to the smaller alien, and down to the page. He leaned a little forward and to the side, for a slightly different angle, one a touch closer to Kais's eye level and a better vantage point for seeing him a little more from the side than behind. Sometimes, three or four inches made all the difference in perspective. He adjusted how he held the bench's back in his long feet, toes renewing their purchase across the seat, through the boots he had on. If Kais looked over, he probably simply looked as though he were hunched over a touch from the cold, despite his warm clothing and the giant, feathered wings he held around himself. At least he didn't look uncomfortable there, smiling faintly, drawing quickly.

Sketch, sketch sketch....

He'd be quiet for a couple minutes, making quick little strokes, just the lightest of sounds, across the paper with the pencil's lead. He paused a little every once in a while to rub something else onto the page, a small roll of paper, smudging his shading into a smoother look, and then resumed, glancing back up at Kais, and back down to the drawing he was doing, back and forth, as he worked.

He'd probably be at it a good five, maybe ten minutes, if Kais didn't break the friendly quiet between them first.

[greatergone]

Whatever was going on was weird. But he wasn't one to interrupt either. He was used to standing at attention for hours at a time, all that training drilled into him to be a professional at his duty helping with his patience. If Avitus wanted to seem a little weird, Kais wasn't one to judge.

Of course, he had to keep the thought running through his head that was put through all Tau brains. One that said that other races were just different and should not be disliked or hated for what they were or what they did.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

He wouldn't have to keep wondering what the little burd was up to for much longer, at least -- Avitus had soon just about finished what he'd been working on.

Quiet, "La Kais, was it?" Rub, rub, sketch, rub...

[selfgodded]

Surprise attack by the host!

"Happy New Year!" Anant crowed, appearing practically out of nowhere with startling suddenness, clapping Avitus on the shoulder. Their coat was open, sloping off of their shoulders dangerously and revealing the feminine body beneath, with splashes of red wine staining the soft cotton sweater beneath. Anant either didn't notice, or care.

"Why are you sitting here, all by your lonesome? Pertaining to the arts, are we? It would not do, it would not! Please, have some wine! Enjoy! Celebrate, Blue-Thingy!" Anant chattered, their tone positively manic as they practically thrust the cup of wine under Avitus's nose, the dark crimson liquid swirling dangerously to the rim.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Eep! He jumped a little, tensing at the sudden friendly attack of... friendliness and sociability, eyes a little wide.

"H-hi." He gave Anant a nervous smile. He'd seen the human -- or at least, he assumed they were human -- over at the tables, but hadn't noticed them coming over to him! And with a small sniff he couldn't help but take, he quickly shut the sketchbook and let it drop down between his thighs, catching it there to take the glass from the uh... rather festive host. If Anant spilled it, it'd get all over his robe and book, and as dark as that wine was, that would be a pain to clean out. He wasn't sure what kind of things they had here, for removing stains from clothing, but he didn't want to have to find out. And out of paper? Nope, probably not happening. :(

"Thanks. I'll... um... I'll do that." He probably won't. Not just yet, anyhow.

Anant, your exuberance worries him. How much wine have you had to drink already?

[selfgodded]

Considering Anant has been at this since early afternoon yesterday...very.

One could practically see the flowers floating about Anant's head as the glass of wine was accepted, rocking back on their heels as they clasped their hands together with a cheerful noise.

"Good, good. One should not be, ah, what is the term, 'growing poppy'? No, that does not sound right. Shrinking violet! Yes, yes, that is it. Violet is a colour too, did you know? Ah, right, of course you do - if you draw, you must also be aware of the colour spectrum - speaking of, did you know that you're a mix of many colours. Oh, pretty, hrm, let's see, I'm getting better at sussing them out now, let's see, let's see..."

Anant rocked forwards, leaning into the other's comfort zone with a hand cupping the bottom of their mask. "Smudges of orange, pale, ah, pastel yes, like the leaves in a lake, colour bleached out, um, hrm, oh, what does that colour represent again...?"

this thread has me giggling so hard. I love Anant, fyi. SO MUCH. ♥

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Shyness? He had a lack of confidence, easily intimidated, and the crowd was doing it, just a bit... somewhat. Vaguely. Nervous, yes. He didn't trust alcohol as a drink one bit; he'd had a very bad experience forever ago, and that was that; it'd made an association he hadn't cared to put in the effort to shake.

Avitus simply stared back at Anant a moment, leaning away only a little, then looked to the wine, as though it could offer him any advice on how to get out of this odd situation, or even what to say in reply. He wasn't used to being a social little burd, and a fair part of him hoped Anant wasn't going to be upset that he wasn't having the wine already (he'd be going off to return it to the refreshments tables later and pass it off to Vanellope before he reached said tables)... but they were busy going on about something. About what exactly, he had no idea, but it was something. Colors, whatever he meant about orange -- which Avitus plainly wasn't wearing.

It made him wonder again about just how marinated the other was. Anant would be feeling particularly wretched from this once it wore off, wouldn't they? They'd have to, Avitus figured, and he was already feeling a little sorry for them, on that count. How could people apparently enjoy such horrible extents of intoxication? It was one more reason on his list of reasons he didn't understand it and wouldn't be trying to, that's what it was.

[travelingtheworlds]

Sasha was quick to spot the other person with a sketchbook (well, hers was a notepad, but whatever) at the party. (It didn't help that he was the only blue person she saw. With her usual cheer, she plopped down on the bench next to him. "Are you taking notes too?" she asked.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Something like that," he replied quietly, eyes down on his page. Sitting properly on the bench, like he wasn't, would put her eye level at... probably about his thighs, on which the book rested. He looked down at her, and adjusted his legs, putting his heels down at the back of the seat, to slide down until he was sitting on those, instead of the back of the bench. There, now she could see what he had in his lap... and if it wasn't an invitation to look, what was, right?

He refolded his wings around his shoulders, leaving them sticking out just about straight behind him, over the bench's back, and resumed sketching. Currently, he was drawing Dionysus and Anant by the tables, handing out drinks to the guests. He was good at what he did, and it showed... not that he was showing off, just sharing.

[travelingtheworlds]

Sasha was certainly the type to look at something when there was an implied invitation to do so. She leaned over to take a peek at Avitus's sketchbook, and her eyes promptly lit up. "Wow! That's amazing! It looks just like them!" Her gaze shifted from the sketchbook to Avitus's face. "Are you an artist, or do you just draw for fun?"

[poorlittleblueburdie]

The burd paused at that, looking confused for a second, not sure how to answer.

"....both?" He tilted his head slightly, regarding her. "How would drawing for fun make someone... not an artist?" Well, she had said "or"....

[ghost_shield]

Somebody seems to be drifting through the crowd. Literally, as a matter of fact. He seems pretty apologetic about it, too. "Sorry! Sorry! Can't help myself! Anybody got a weight or something?" He sighs at the general lack of interest in assistance. "Maaaaan."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Burd's just going to stare for a second as he sees the human drift further from the party, toward the bench where he's sitting, at the outskirts. The breeze was light, but it was still doing a fair bit to him, and--

Never mind that this didn't make any sense, the guy didn't seem to be having any fun doing it.

Here's a riddle for the human: what sort of wing is about twelve feet long, and covered in giant black feathers?

Answer: the one whose tip just got extended right into his view, and more than that, to within his easy reach. Avitus hadn't gotten up from the back of the bench, but he'd extended a wing out to offer him some help.

"...Are you all right?"

[ghost_shield]

He blinks for a second before grabbing the wing. "Ah... yeah, I guess. Man, I am NEVER taking gravity for granted again. I swear it must've been something in that wine I drank or something." He's still bobbing a bit, but at least he's in one place. "Thanks, uh..."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"...Avitus."

He leaned over, away from the human a bit, so that he could twist his wing a little more easily. He folded its length in at the middle of the wing's "fingers", exactly as a bird's shouldn't, but perhaps a bat's might, as he pulled it around... and neatly brought Nick to the spot beside him, on the bench.

Right, so he could use his wings like arms, more than birds' wings.

"And... I think I know what you mean. I like staying on the ground too." Have a self-conscious little bit of a smile at that.

Sorry this is so late >:

[not_heavens_adam]

Johnny enjoyed a good part like anybody, but this time he wasn't too keen on getting all that tipsy. He didn't need to go home and spill his dirty little secret to Otoha. No, until it had been long enough for that secret to bury itself, the vampire was on a strict blood and water only drinking diet.

However, he still had a fondness for people and, especially, people who seemed off on their own. And this one looked so fascinating~!

The vampire came up behind the bench and leaned against the edge of it. "Someone so lovely shouldn't be secluding themselves at a party, you know~"

Don't be! :) I had a good laugh at this!

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Avitus's hand paused in drawing at his being addressed.

Or at least, he was pretty sure he was the one being... called.... Um.

Not really moving much, he peeked over at the newcomer, meeting their gaze. Yup, he was the one being called that.

His cheeks were looking more purple by the moment.

It wasn't like he wasn't aware of how he looked. It was just that he wasn't used to having attention called to it. And now it was. And suddenly, that was the most important part of the greeting, because with the way Johnny was standing, that little smile on his face... he was rather reminded of his own Sire.

His voice came out in a breathy little "hello"-sounding note, and he looked caught, trying to figure out what to add to that. Feel free to mistake the nervous tension for something else, while that blush deepens and he tries to give a smile back.

((honestly, I was thinking to tag Johnny's sword-practice log but kept re-writing it too much, and... now you've beat me to tagging with this, and this is way more amusing to me. XD Hopefully it is to you too? ♥ ))

I'm glad! XD

[not_heavens_adam]

Johnny chuckled at the reaction; the blushy ones were his second favorite, right after the righteous indignation and fluster-y ones. " Hello to you too. You're even cuter when you blush~"

He flashed another, teasing, smirk and then decided to let the man off the hook...for now.

"So, what does one draw when at a party and people watching, hmm~?"


((I wouldn't have minded, but yes, this is much more amusing! I apologize now for how much of a forward flirt he is.))

<3

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Um.... people?" he managed, willing for some of that blood to leave his cheeks and go back to making his brain work again. Nothing doing, though; they remained a vivid purple.

Feeling he should be saying something else, but unable to figure out what, he glanced back to his book, which held the last-mentioned subject on its pages, and held it up so that Johnny could see for himself.

He was only drawing with graphite -- a large pencil of some sort, was all -- on the off-white pages, a thick tome bound in brown leather, nothing that looked store-bought at all, but well-made anyhow, and old. The drawings on the shown page were of others at the party -- of Anant with Dionysus, of the various crowds of natives, of random people from the crowd. He was good; he'd had too much practice not to be. He hadn't drawn Johnny yet, though; he hadn't noticed him prior to being snuck up on like that.

((If you knew how much I torment my characters, you wouldn't apologize. XD This is great. +10 to Awkward!))