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one night of magic rush

WHO: Cain, Prompto, Hideki Maeda, and you!
WHERE: The popular Asylum club.
WHEN: Night of October 26.
WHAT: Cain and Prompto's joint birthdays!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Beyond drinking/smoking, general wild party behavior, and fake friendship, there shouldn't be much. Will update as needed.

[Set deep in the downtown of New Amsterdam's entertainment district is Asylum, arguably the most popular club in the city. The exterior is cool steel beams and tasteful futuristic architecture with a long line down the corridor, suited bouncers posed at the entrance all armed with a virtual guest list. Its interior is fashioned with bright, colorful lighting dynamic to the music of the infamous DJ Semicolon, high ceilings and acoustic sounds to lend that feeling of a constant full-body hum. Any partygoers on the guest list for this event will be funneled toward the VIP section. They will have received an invitation a few days prior via their Cooltalk profiles. Jason is specifically blacklisted, sorry buddy.

DANCE YOUR HEART OUT. Nearly impossible to book without deep pockets or wide-reaching connections, Semicolon is at the top of their game mixing popular contemporary hits with Whitney Houston's classics. From song to song, Semicolon provides a unique and talented contrast of the slow to the energetic, so no matter your dancing style, you'll find something to move you on the dance floor.

DROWN YOUR... LIVER. Courtesy of the party's host, Hideki Maeda, the VIP section's private bar will provide an ever-flowing river of your favorite expensive high-proof alcohol. Pick your poison.

CHILL OUT. Tired on your feet from too much dancing, or just need a break from the packed atmosphere? There are plenty of comfortable areas where you can relax and take it easy until you're ready to get back out there. The lights around this area cycle through different colors in reflection of Semicolon's performance set, so a slower song might lend toward romantic shades of red while a faster-paced song is brighter blue.

SMOKE, EAT & MINGLE. Asylum will be serving real, fresh meat at this party, so enjoy that luxury while it lasts. There is also an outdoor area with a beautiful view over the city itself if you want to take your vape pen out there for a smoke, just get some air, or see who's around for a chat.]

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[ She hesitates for a moment, thinking of a handful of different ways to show proper decorum and a gratitude before deciding Prompto is way too drunk to even remember any (imaginary) rudeness she gives into, so she decides to just indulge. She pats his shoulder affectionately, that flash of amusement and fun runs through them in the form of the bond. ]

All right. Sit here okay? I will be back and you can tell me more of that story.

[ She goes into the crowd and finds the pastries (a lot more appealing than his description) and the meat. She returns with a mountainous platter full of glazed desserts and a small helping of meat for herself. She sets it down. ]

I brought a few so you won't run out. Maybe we should toast with them?

[ She picks one up, delicately to not get any stickiness on her fingers, and motions to tap it in mid air, like a drink. ]

I see. So you're nearly two years younger than me. [ Alex smiles, playfully, but is ultimately too shy to make a very bad joke about being older. But the teasing tone is there. ]

That is strange. On the Earth I know, the year was 2011... does that mean I am turning 25 or 525 this year? It’s a bit frightening.

[ Alex watches as her drink is prepared and the slid over to her. Even the serviette that the thin fluted glass is set on looks expensive. Alex feels weird not having to have paid money to be here. But she keeps that quiet as she takes a sip. Delicious. ]

Oh, yes. I thought that the invitation was a little… unusual in style. [ Not to mention what she knows about the jobs Cain holds and how that does not reflect the wealth being displayed here. Unless Cain or Prompto are into dirty money, but Alex doesn’t think that’s the case. ]

Is this from the kindness of one of your followers?

[ She keeps up with Cooltalk on her breaks, but still doesn't know much about it. Should she be embarrassed about that? ]

Edited 2019-06-12 05:49 (UTC)

[ loving yourself sounds fake. ]

Hm?

[ so he can't say that he's not curious about whatever's piqued Prompto's current interest. a dark brow goes up at the request, the glass in his dark fingers tipping. ]

Ah—you ... do understand that separated from my source of power, that my blessing may not bring many fruits? [ a pause. ] Even if I were, the outcome could still be questionable.

[ he's giving you an out, Prompto. ]

[It's more interesting than anything this party has to provide, and so V nods, leaning back as the blinking of stars blossom outwards through their shared IDs.

He'll ask about the names behind the constellations, about naming and labelling conventions of the stars in general. It's a fine way to pass the time, until they're both set free via either Prompto or Cain; at least, insofar as they know.

And for a moment, he thinks maybe it isn't so bad, being out here on this balcony.]

Is it?

[Everywhere, he means. He gestures out to the party, as if letting it represent the whole of New Amsterdam. V isn't afraid to speak freely, given that no one could overhear them in this noise unless they made an effort to stand needlessly close. ]

Strange powers, a sometimes-dormant something inlaid in our chests. Sicknesses, monsters, dreams. [All that he's heard of, but never experienced.] All of us, still unknowing how or why we're here. And let's not forget about the oppressive corporations and the masses they look down upon.

[That much was made clear, doing only a small amount of research about Morningstar and their goals. Shuffling through the network, a good way to pass the time.]

In my opinion, this place has plenty that would dissuade most from wanting to stay. You must have quite a bit of trouble waiting for you back home.

I was a witch, back home. ( billy even raises both hands, moves his fingers. there's no blue spark, but there usually would be. it kind of--loses the effect here. ) A superhero, sometimes. We would put on our costumes and run around saving whoever from Dr. Doom, or another Skrull invasion, or whatever war's going on.

( a loose lift of his shoulders, ) So I don't really have any real job experience either, but I'm figuring it out.

[ Angel cocks her head to the side. That answer is surprising, not only because the majority of Displaced seem to be from another version of Earth, but because ]

You're not? I was under the impression you and Able came from the same planet. Was interplanetary travel possible in your universe?

[ Able had mentioned space travel, but only one planet ever came up. She puts a hypothesis together ]

Are you from a space station?

I saw him, from a distance. Doesn't really seem like the kind of guy I'd want to talk to, honestly.

( from the bits and pieces he's seen, anyway. billy--comes from a mildly well off family himself, but some people's kids are just. too much. )

They're tie bars. They keep your tie from becoming askew.

[ they're little tree branches like the black forest, it's a whole thing. she suspects once daisy and illya get him fitted for his suit that the whole thing will come together so she isn't bothered by prompto's lack of knowledge. ]

[...Is the music too loud or did he actually just hear what he heard?]

[Abel pauses for a moment, staring openly now at Billy a he wiggles his fingers and talks about doctors and invasions and being a witch apparently. This shouldn't be surprising at this point, but it's still just so hard for him to wrap his brain around some of these things.]

...Oh!

[God what a dumb thing to say.]

I've. Never met a witch before.

[Is there a hole in the floor he can just fling himself into? That'd be great.]

That's pretty normal around these parts. ( and back home, too. maybe not so much in billy's circles anymore, but for an average, every day person--it's not like witches are just hiding around corners waiting to be found. )

I'm, uh. I guess I should probably explain a little better? ( hand moving to shove through his hair and smooth back bangs from his forehead. ) So, back where I come from some human beings born with something called the X-gene? And it causes mutations. Not bad things, just different things. Some mutants can fly, or read minds, or telekinetically move things. My twin brother warps time--I just warp space. So, I'm a witch. A mutant witch.

[Yeah, a better explanation is definitely appreciated. Abel doesn't find the idea of people with powers strange and impossible-- he's absolutely charmed every time Cain makes the plants perk up now-- but it's still taking some getting used to if he's being entirely honest. For a while, teleporting technology seemed crazy and impossible, but the goalposts have certainly moved since.]

Ah. Okay, yeah, that makes sense. I mean we all have the uh. [He taps his chest. Theoretically they all have 'the uh', though Abel still isn't sure what his is.] That's incredible though, you must be able to do so much with an ability like that! Cross long distances with a step, things like that?

Yeah, I used to. I used to be able to teleport, create portals, create clothes, fly, use illusions--but none of that works here. ( expression tight; on one hand, it's great not to have to worry about messing everything up just because he thinks something different. wants something. chaos magic is dangerous, powerful, and billy's is moreso than most. but on the other-- )

Now, when I touch someone. ( holding out his hand palm up. not to offer it, but just. to stare down at it. ) Er, when I'm trying, I just give people bad luck I guess. Trip them up, cause ladders to fall--that kind of thing. It's less cool, and a lot less useful.

Oh... [Abel winces a little because yes, that does sound less cool and less useful. It must have been difficult re-learning everything too, especially if Billy was creating clothes and flying. Hopefully he still remembered how to tie his shoes the old-fashioned way...]

I'm sorry. That sounds like a difficult transition to make when you were so used to being able to do so many things.

If it's any consolation, I could have an equally specific ability-- but I have no idea what it is, so you're ahead of me there.

I didn't rely on it--the magic. It just made some things a little easier.

( he used it to help. or tried to. sometimes billy messed up more than anything else, but he tried. the outfit changes were handy when they needed to hide in plain sight, or when he needed a costume change. as were the illusions, but-- )

Abilities, even the ones here, tend to show themselves in response to stressful situations. Given how we're living here, you'll probably figure yours out eventually.

( the next time they get stuck inside dreams fighting monsters or something similar. )

There are people who offered to help figure them out, too.

It's more your speed than a foxtrot. That's all you need to know.

[ But one must start with the basics before breaking the rules and letting loose. Which is roughly how Peggy Carter seems to tackle friendships, too — she'd attended Fitz's birthday party barely a week after arriving and had kept mostly to herself. The same holds true now but the warmth is deeper, more sincere.

And after a cursory inspection of the device and Cain's instructions, she takes a drag or two. It's certainly smoother than the Cravens or Lucky Strikes passed around during the war. (And the less said about Dernier's Gauloises, the better.) But she passes it back with her lips curved in a slight smile. ]

No, it's not quite the same. Strange to think they've replaced almost everything with a machine in this day and age. Even us, a little.

It sounds like it. I didn't rely on being a Navigator in the Alliance, but it made some things a little easier.

[And now he doesn't have that. And now he's spending every day in an apartment Cain pays for, trying not to eat too much and working commission-to-commission. He's drifting now that he could go in any direction at all.]

Ha... yes, I read about that. The stressful situations part. I think it's just a better idea if I wait and see, what if my ability is something like-- [He looks around helplessly.] Producing tiny umbrellas out of thin air? That's hardly going to help if I'm in physical danger.

Yeah, but you've been given the chance to put yourself in a mildly stressful situation and figure it out on your own. Doesn't need to be when you're in physical danger. Which is way safer.

( they're still in a stupid loud club but there's no time like the present to talk about things, right? right. definitely. )

When I uh, figured out I was a mutant? I was fending off a bully. Electrocuted him, could have killed him--luckily, I didn't. Because I'd never be able to live with that but I learned to control it after. Learning sooner than later can help avoid that too.

[Absolutely the best place.]

Oh my God...

[Abel looks genuinely distressed by images of him potentially electrocuting someone by accident. Maybe he should figure out if it's something harmless like paper parasols or something ludicrous like instantly killing a person.]

I'd never thought about it that way. [And it looks like it's making Abel actively anxious.] I just had images of being dropped off of a building or being shot at. I've had enough scares like that recently, I wasn't too eager to do it again.

I mean-- ( a sheepish smile, hands raising up almost defensively. ) It probably won't be like that? But I know, back home. . a lot of mutants come into their power when things happen and they have to figure out how to control it after. And this isn't the same. This isn't something we're born with, but it kind of shows itself in close to the same way, so it's probably better to be safe than sorry?

( don't stress, abel. everything's fine. he'd say something like mine was an extreme case but--no. no it wasn't. he's heard of entire cities going under. billy just electrocuted a bully. )

Yeah, I totally remember the little speech you typed up about not having any powers here and all that. Which is fine! It doesn't matter to me either way.

[you see the face of this man who has made up his mind for a while now on this??]

Questionable or not, since you don't have your powers, it won't really matter, right?

[he's smart]

It's just a gesture. Plus, as far as gods go, I think I'd like you best if I were a mere mortal in your world.

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[prompto just gives cain a shrug. he doesn't get too much of a vibe from the guy that he's into cooltalk as much as he is, and so prompto knows about toning down his enthusiasm for it.]

Yeah, well, it's kinda fun and more convenient to use with the neural implant at least...

[sometimes it's embarrassing how much he's into it when he speaks to people who aren't quite all about it.]

[he does make a face at the question, though.]

Y'know the amount of requests I've gotten to take more pictures of him? It'd be weird to have my Cooltalk flooded with his face, but I'll ask him later if he's cool with the idea.

[even if he didn't stop to ask before for the pictures already posted.]

[he got a little weirded out by people saying his roommate was a looker and that prompto got lucky, or whatever. just run from your gay feelings.]

[it takes him a moment to make the connection—because he's thinking initially over the fact that he doesn't have ties to wear, but then remembers illya and daisy's present.]

[and he's smiling]

It's like you guys are trying to tell me I need to dress better. Do you wanna come to my birthday dinner when I'm supposed to premiere the suit Illya and Daisy got for me?

Oh, no, thank you. [ she brushes it off graciously, but yolo gaby is avoiding illya until she figures out how she feels. he's across the room right now and she's not even going to talk to him. ]

Perhaps you can stop by afterwards and we can have dessert together.

[To her first comment, Cain elicits a small snort of laughter. He'll have to take her word for that, although it's yet to deter him from wanting to try it. The foxtrot. Since she's made the comment already, and it's clear dancing holds some value — in knowledge, familiarity, or otherwise — to Peggy. So he'll let it rest for now, but he won't forget to pester her later. Or at least do his own research into how it works.]

Even us. Fuckin' bizarre, I mean, I've flown in spaceships and been on space stations but never had something like this in my body. [He reaches up to tap the healed scar at the back of his here where the implant is tunneled inside.] Or the blue thing in our chests, whatever it is.

[He knows someone once tried to cut it out and was not successful. Whether it's a piece of scientific engineering or actual magic, he's not the person to ask.

From somewhere inside, he hears his name called. It soon builds into a drunken chant of Cooltalk invitees who have noticed his marked absence. Cain sighs, takes back the vape pen, and rubs his face.]

Should get back. Already feels like I need another drink.

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