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evite) wrote in meadowlarklogs2019-08-06 11:18 am
Entry tags:
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- dceu: diana prince,
- gangsta: worick arcangelo,
- gdc: jiang cheng,
- gdc: lan wangji,
- killjoys: yalena "dutch" yardeen,
- legacies: hope mikaelson,
- mcu: bobbi morse,
- mcu: daisy johnson,
- overwatch: gabriel reyes,
- overwatch: soldier 76 (jack morrison),
- spider verse: peter b parker,
- star wars: cassian andor,
- star wars: jyn erso,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the gifted: marcos diaz,
- the man from uncle: gaby teller,
- the man from uncle: illya kuryakin,
- the vampire diaries: caroline forbes
( open ) welcome to the party
WHO: the displaced
WHERE: rijn woods — daisy & jyn's apartment building
WHEN: 3 december 2511, late evening
WHAT: happy sinterklaas, you filthy animals
NOTES OR WARNINGS: expected content warnings for alcohol & copious amounts of holiday-themed decor.
WHERE: rijn woods — daisy & jyn's apartment building
WHEN: 3 december 2511, late evening
WHAT: happy sinterklaas, you filthy animals
NOTES OR WARNINGS: expected content warnings for alcohol & copious amounts of holiday-themed decor.
> MERRY SINTERKLAAS, NEW AMSTERDAM
On the morning of December 2nd, the Displaced wake up to a mass-message. Unlike El's impatient advisories, this message waits in the inbox of the recipient until it's opened, a gently blinking one (1) unread message the only reminder to the world of its presence.
Don't worry — it's not a chain letter or a digital confetti blast. It's simply an invitation (an evite, if you will) complete with a cute animation of Saint Nicholas himself flying over the New Amsterdam skyline, to a Sinterklaas party. There's only one requirement: whatever you wear, make it fashion. (Or, you know, ugly sweaters. It's not clear whether Daisy meant to send different wardrobe options to different people, or if there was a change of plans halfway through... but half the Displaced are encouraged to get glam, and the other half are reminded to don Grandma's favorite jumper. Choice is yours which you get!)
Rijn Woods itself is a beautiful building, tall and glittering and obscenely bourgeoisie in the heart of the financial district. Normally, only residents and their accompanied guests would have access beyond friendly doorman Samuel — but for one night, each member of the Displaced's public ID has been placed on their guest list, making it easy for them to come and go as they please. Their guest entitlement will allow them to board the elevators up to the rooftop deck and connected lounge, which Daisy & Jyn have rented out for the evening.
While the rooftop deck is understated, decorated only with glittering white lights and the occasional thematic poinsettias, it's the lounge space that encourages holiday cheer. There's no nice way to put it: the room, quite honestly, looks like someone spent eighteen sleepless hours obsessively crafting a Pinterest pin board on holiday decor and then got released into Party City with an AMEX Black Card... in the future. Crepe paper streamer walls, a shimmering balloon arch, ridiculous flower arrangements, and plenty of sneakily-hidden mistletoe bundles in various nooks and crannies of the room — the lounge has it all. (Please don't ask either of the hostesses how to do any of this. The building's concierge, Stan, is wholly responsible. No one ever rents this room out, and he was entirely too excited about decorating it for the holidays.)
Come on in, get comfortable, find a friend. Make yourself a plate from the diligently refilled buffet, or pour yourself a cup of (probably spiked) punch.
Don't worry — it's not a chain letter or a digital confetti blast. It's simply an invitation (an evite, if you will) complete with a cute animation of Saint Nicholas himself flying over the New Amsterdam skyline, to a Sinterklaas party. There's only one requirement: whatever you wear, make it fashion. (Or, you know, ugly sweaters. It's not clear whether Daisy meant to send different wardrobe options to different people, or if there was a change of plans halfway through... but half the Displaced are encouraged to get glam, and the other half are reminded to don Grandma's favorite jumper. Choice is yours which you get!)
Rijn Woods itself is a beautiful building, tall and glittering and obscenely bourgeoisie in the heart of the financial district. Normally, only residents and their accompanied guests would have access beyond friendly doorman Samuel — but for one night, each member of the Displaced's public ID has been placed on their guest list, making it easy for them to come and go as they please. Their guest entitlement will allow them to board the elevators up to the rooftop deck and connected lounge, which Daisy & Jyn have rented out for the evening.
While the rooftop deck is understated, decorated only with glittering white lights and the occasional thematic poinsettias, it's the lounge space that encourages holiday cheer. There's no nice way to put it: the room, quite honestly, looks like someone spent eighteen sleepless hours obsessively crafting a Pinterest pin board on holiday decor and then got released into Party City with an AMEX Black Card... in the future. Crepe paper streamer walls, a shimmering balloon arch, ridiculous flower arrangements, and plenty of sneakily-hidden mistletoe bundles in various nooks and crannies of the room — the lounge has it all. (Please don't ask either of the hostesses how to do any of this. The building's concierge, Stan, is wholly responsible. No one ever rents this room out, and he was entirely too excited about decorating it for the holidays.)
Come on in, get comfortable, find a friend. Make yourself a plate from the diligently refilled buffet, or pour yourself a cup of (probably spiked) punch.
> SPECIAL NOTES
All members of the Displaced are welcome to attend, regardless of whether or not they know Daisy, Jyn, or their roommates! Daisy will verify with El all of the current registrants to the Morningstar network, but the actual invitation will be sent outside of the secured network. (Please do not expect an actual invitation in your character's inbox.)
All party-goers will be reminded to be discreet. While the lounge itself is reserved for party attendees, it is in a public building, and the connected rooftop space is not enclosed. Getting rowdy or violent, openly discussing Morningstar plans, or use of Displaced abilities that showcase the blue glow can attract attention that they don't want — so anyone who does these things will be asked to knock it off if they are noticed or caught. (OOCly, we would prefer they not get kicked out of their apartment for causing a scene!)
The party itself will wrap up by 1:00 AM on December 4th. Characters don't have to go home, but they can't stay here!
All party-goers will be reminded to be discreet. While the lounge itself is reserved for party attendees, it is in a public building, and the connected rooftop space is not enclosed. Getting rowdy or violent, openly discussing Morningstar plans, or use of Displaced abilities that showcase the blue glow can attract attention that they don't want — so anyone who does these things will be asked to knock it off if they are noticed or caught. (OOCly, we would prefer they not get kicked out of their apartment for causing a scene!)
The party itself will wrap up by 1:00 AM on December 4th. Characters don't have to go home, but they can't stay here!
QUESTIONS.
jyn erso ✧ open
being dressed up doesn't particularly mean she wants to be at a party she is half hosting, but daisy bribed her with food, so here she is, mainlining the buffet table like she is starving to death (always) and avoiding the punch once it's been spiked. she isn't as bubbly and effusive as her roommate, but with enough food to satisfy her she can be personable. maybe not approachable. she is working on approachable. personable is a start.
after about two minutes in heels they are abandoned, never to be seen again and despite being careful in tending to her rooftop garden plot in the middle of a party, some dirt finds its way on to her white blouse.
maybe catch her throwing mistletoe off the roof. ]
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Still, it's not long before he needs a break, and Gabriel is very rude, thinking nothing of wandering through an apartment that is not his until he finds the roof access. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's not alone, though he watches what Jyn is doing for a few long moments before he speaks up.]
What'd that ever do to you?
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Hi.
[ jyn is eating. jyn is always eating. that's not stopping daisy from reaching to pull a piece of fruit off the girl's place and popping it in her mouth. ]
I'm glad we did this.
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You're Jyn. [ He doesn't think he's wrong about this, but they haven't met. ]
I've heard you steal things. [ His tone is matter-of-fact, not accusatory, but it is still likely not entirely appropriate. ]
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Clarke hadn't come over for the mistletoe show. She has a small gift for Jyn, packed in a cloth envelope that Clarke sewed herself. It's not much, and it's not everything she wanted to give her, but it's something for now.]
Don't throw this off the roof. Unlike the mistletoe, it's one of a kind.
[Once Jyn takes it, she'll know that there's a piece of paper inside.]
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marcos diaz ( ota )
[ marcos has fortunately (or unfortunately?) gotten an invite that told him to wear an ugly sweater. he doesn't exactly have one of those sitting around in his closet so he makes the effort and buys a cheap sweater that he decides fits the bill.
he splits his time between the rooftop and the lounge. he retreats to the roof when he needs some quiet and space, sitting on the edge, back to the city and sipping something strongly alcoholic slowly. if he's going to get drunk, might as well not make it an immediate thing.
when he's in the lounge, he mingles with a few people that he knows. when someone tries to take a picture, he ducks out of the way because he's a pain like that. maybe he ends up under the mistletoe once or twice without knowing it. it looks like any other plant to him so sometimes he just stands there, chatting idly with someone nearby or eating some finger foods. ]
▶ 02. WILDCARD
[ feel free to throw anything you'd like at me. i'm at
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of course, she didn't just come over here to compliment his sweater. she's here because she likes him, because she told him her real name, her identity, because he's standing under a mistletoe and doesn't seem to be aware of it. someone ought to tell him.
so after a moment, bobbi points up. ] They got those in your world?
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illya kuryakin ( ota )
[ almost immediately, illya's jealous of those who get to arrive wearing sweaters. he's not opposed to dressing up in something like this but he thinks he would have been more comfortable in a sweater.
nothing can be done about it now. he is in a suit, at a strange party, trying to avoid the mistletoe as deftly as possible. he is nothing if not determined to not get caught underneath a plant. and, like any spy (one who is both paranoid and overly cautious), he watches the guests closely just to make sure no one is going to start anything that might draw attention to them.
more attention that is since the party is already fairly loud and somewhat rowdy.
as the night draws on and as illya drinks more, he actually ends up getting tipsy-ish. he's not a messy drunk by any means but he does talk more and to people that he doesn't know. he even smiles once or twice. he still avoids the mistletoe though. ]
▶ 02. WILDCARD.
[ feel free to throw anything you'd like at me. i'm at
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even if it means she's going to whine and complain about how much her feet hurt tomorrow. it's worth it right now. especially as she catches him with his back to a sprig of mistletoe, finishing up a conversation with someone and actually looking relatively social for once. she's so proud, she's just going to tap him on the shoulder... in the hopes that he'll step backwards just a smidge in order to turn around. ]
Excuse me!
[ pay attention to your wife, she put on a nice dress and did her hair and everything ]
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yalena "dutch" yardeen
» 002. MISTLETOE v1
» 003. MISTLETOE v2
» 004. WILDCARD
003.2
he only glances up at the mistletoe when she does. when did that get there? ]
Oh. Uh… hi.
[ staring stupidly. like one does. ]
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» 002. MISTLETOE v1
Fuckin' Earth holiday tradition. It means you have to kiss someone when you're standing under it.
[ pucker up and all that. ]
If you don't, you're cursed for the rest of your life.
[ that part wasn't true. ]
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It's a cliche, and one that Jack wouldn't bother lingering on, except that it's Dutch doing the pouring. Following their chat at the fighting rings, he can feel pretty sure that they're at least on neutral terms. He might not have wanted to come to this party, but the one thing it offers is a chance to check in on people he might have not had the chance to talk to otherwise.
Sure, he could have always just texted her, but that's besides the point.
And... she's still pouring. ]
What are you trying to do, kill us? [ He voices the question from a few feet to her right. ]
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cassian andor | ota
[ the key to drinking and not getting drunk is to simply hold a glass full in your hand, occasionally sipping (sometimes fake sipping) so no one ever asks if you need a refill or a new one, which is what cassian is doing as he shmoozes through the party. it's likely the same glass you saw him with 20 minutes ago, or maybe two hours ago. ]
[ check another box for someone casually but purposely avoiding the mistletoe too, even if it takes him asking stan what it even is. he knows where every single little batch is hanging, because he scoped out the whole place already when talking to stan. it's almost noticeable the way he glides around certain areas. ]
[ the food is good though! and cassian definitely had a hand in figuring out what kind of dishes should be at the buffet. catch him filling his plate with more sweets than one person probably needs. ]
[ ooc note: hello i am about to embark on vacation literally in a few hours, so any tags will likely be very slow but pls lets do a thing!! ]
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they have another thing in common: awareness of how people are moving in the room. she definitely notices him avoiding the mistletoe, but when she approaches, it's after he's just loaded up his plate with far too many sweets, swiping one from it (if he'll let her). ]
Sweet tooth?
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bobbi "katelin philips" morse
so she's here. she's dressed in a christmas sweater dress, leaving long legs bare because it's not that cold yet. she's a little sad, still, but it doesn't show in her demeanour most of the time. there are a few moments where it might seem like she thinks she's unobserved, when her gaze goes distant, but most of the time? most of the time she can be found with a drink in hand and a warm smile on her lips, focused entirely on whoever she's talking to.
at various points, she'll be under the mistletoe. a spy of bobbi's calibre has enough situational awareness to have spotted the mistletoes, but, well. what's the harm in a little fun? katelin doesn't have quite as much situational awareness, but she won't mind anyone approaching her.
at various other points, too, she'll spot someone under the mistletoe and wander over, a smile pulling at her lips. ] Hey. [ pointing upward. ] Did you know that was there?
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[ gaby gestures to the punch bobbi is currently refilling her cup from. ]
There's probably three different liquors in there now. And I don't think any of them suit punch.
[ luckily, gaby came bearing gifts -- because you can take the girl out of 1963 but you can't take the 1963 manners out of the girl -- of alcohol and she crouches down, reaching under the table and unearthing a bottle of clear liquid. it's cherry kirsch and gaby thinks the red cherries on the label make it festive enough. ]
I'll share if you're not brave enough for.. [ another gesture at the punch. ] That.
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takeshi kovacs ( ota )
[ honestly, he doesn't know why the fuck he's here. after all, one of the people throwing this party had tried to kill him for no good reason and people had wanted to come after him for defending himself so why's he here.
maybe he's here because he knows it'll piss her off at least for a few seconds. and maybe he's here for the free booze and food. he can afford his own sustenance but he's not going to shy away when someone gives it to him for free.
so, drinking is exactly what he does as soon as he arrives in as offensive an ugly sweater as he can find. look, she's fucking lucky he even took the wardrobe thing seriously.
when he sees his would be murderer, he glares a bit but stays away, using the extremely alcoholic punch to keep him calm. probably not a good idea to go for violence right now. save it for later.
he stays mostly to the lounge because that's where the fun is and that's where he's going to sit in the hopes of watching drunk people have drunk shenanigans so he can laugh and encourage it. ]
▶ 02. WILDCARD
[ feel free to throw anything you'd like at me. i'm at
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stepping into illya's line of sight -- maybe walking across a table to do so -- gaby shakes her head at him. she knows (hopes) he won't start something in his own apartment building and get kicked out, but... men.
satisfied with illya, she steps in front of kovacs, breaking his line of sight to daisy -- now she is standing on a chair. look. it is rough being short when everyone else is a towering giant. she needs all the help she can get and this chair, however low it is to the ground, makes her taller than kovacs and he is gifted with the sight of her own ugly sweater, fluffy sheep butt in his face. ]
Hi.
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caroline forbes, open.
until she gets tired of the box get-up, that is. by the time the party gets in full swing, caroline's left her boxy outerwear on display on one table or another, revealing the romper hidden underneath. or maybe it's the romper revealing her? not the most important distinction.
in any case, she's more than happy to sip at the spiked punch, grinning brightly at anyone who happens to find themselves under the mistletoe and making easy conversation with anybody deftly avoiding it — here's looking at you, cassian. it's a party, y'all. having a little fun won't kill anybody (especially if they're already dead). ]
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so, for awhile he just finds himself occasionally watching her from across the room, trying not to laugh at the weird present get up that she'd worn. a little while later, when he goes to look, the present costume is gone and she's wearing...very little.
honestly, it reminds him of when they'd been on the ferris wheel together. he blinks and then blinks a few more times before finally getting up some courage to walk over there. ]
You're not a present anymore.
[ a great first line. ]
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i do what i want
why
bcuz
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daisy johnson, open.
and since her roommates won't be chatty cathys or the life of the party, it's up to daisy to mingle and move around, offering drinks and making sure people feel comfortable. unfortunately, she's a little too busy playing hostess to notice the punch starting to taste off — so by the time the party's in full swing, daisy's a little past tipsy herself.
anyone feel like playing a game? maybe truth or dare? she's up for anything when she's got a little liquid courage in her. ]
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When Daisy swings by after noticing him and hands him a drink, Jack only eyes it for a couple of seconds before reaching out to take it. He can't rely on liquid courage the same way that most people will, but he doesn't shy away from drinks either.
Granted, the last party he'd been to had involved some very potent wine, even for someone like him. But that had been El Nysa. This world doesn't seem to have "magic" in quite the same way, their strange powers aside. ]
Happy with the turnout?
[ He takes a generous sip of the drink. A little too sweet for his taste, but it'll do. ]
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Re: daisy johnson, open.
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poe dameron | ota
[ poe is here and ready to party after caroline took him on a shopping trip for the perfect ugly sweater. it'll be nice to have a party to get over the heaviness of life for awhile.
another distraction from the heaviness of life: cooking and baking. for this occasion he made cookies in vaguely holiday-suggestive shapes. he's really trying to push them on people, as in lurking near the table where he put them like ]
Okay, maybe they look bad, but they taste great. … Some of them. Maybe not the burnt ones. I should've taken those out.
[ some are burnt on the bottom and some are practically raw inside. when you make the mistake of overcorrecting…. ]
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[ after he runs out of cookies to push on people, the spirit gently leaves him. a few misery cups of spiked punch get him thinking about the grim outlook for morningstar, all the friends he lost. losing rey as a roommate almost felt like losing rey full stop. their empty messy apartment was starting to feel less like a perfectly normal place to clean and more like a miserable lonely space.
he doesn't even notice the mistletoe above his head. brooding makes you blind: fact. ]
wildcard
[ if you want something else lmk!
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What the hell are those?
[ he was gonna eat them anyway, honestly. free food. ]
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002; hope this is okay!
it is!!
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soldier: 76 / jack morrison (ota)
He'd fully intended on coming alone, mainly because he'd figured that when he mentioned the party to Gabriel, he'd have no interest. Yet, against all reason, he's decided to come too. Like in so many instances, it's probably because he thinks it'll annoy Jack.
As far as outfit goes, Jack's neither dressed up or wearing any kind of ugly sweater. Thankfully he didn't do something as ridiculous as come here in full tactical gear. He's got a faux leather jacket over a loose shirt along with some dark jeans. Not exactly put-together, but more fashionable than usual. It's something.
Jack doesn't shy away from the food or drink, but he does tend to stand or sit away from wherever the action is at any particular point in time. It's not as if he hasn't been in situations like this before, but it's not something he'd been in any kind of hurry to relive.
Someone will just have to come bother him before he slinks away. ]
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[ he looks like illya probably would look if he didn't live here and thus, have to attend. not that he minds all that much. the party isn't overly crowded so he doesn't feel the need to retreat and he's had enough to drink to relax him. ]
That is sarcasm by the way. Sometimes people aren't able to tell with me.
[ just in case you were one of those people, jack. ]
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hope mikaelson ; ota
This is why she never goes to the parties that all the other kids at school throw in the woods.
She'll give a small grin to anyone who walks by before immediately hiding her mouth with her glass, though someone's eventually going to get lucky and catch her off guard and get her to actually talk to them.
Hopefully, no one notices the mistletoe hanging somewhere up above. She sure hasn't.]
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[ he recognizes her only because he's seen her around and he's seen her talking to caroline here and there. he thinks he even knows who this is because caroline's talked about her before but they've, thus far, missed each other when it comes to meeting personally. ]
You're doing a good job of guarding the punch bowl. I approve.
[ someone needed to do it and now that he was here, he was gonna help by getting a new cup of punch that he raises at her. ]
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worick arcangelo | open
[If you thought Dutch was the only one spiking the punch, you thought wrong. Worick came to the party prepared, decked out in the closest future approximation of his usual wardrobe as possible, including an additional small bottle of booze tucked inside his pocket.
He can be found standing near the punch, said bottle in hand, pouring liberal amounts of liquor into each of the punch bowls. Sharing is caring and all.]
b; Mistletoe
[When not lording over the punch, he can be found in various spots around the lounge, somehow always ending up beneath one of the many mistletoe sprinkled about the room. It's impossible to tell if he's doing it on purpose (probably yes), but he certainly seems to be enjoying it.
He grins at anyone who comes just a little too close and cheekily points up at the plant.]
I mean, it's tradition after all.
c; Wildcard
[Someone escort him out.]
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[ kovacs can respect that. ]
What kind of liquor is that? Anything decent?
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ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ >> ᴏᴛᴀ.
[ lan wangji is not one for crowds.
however, wei wuxian had asked him. he had asked him, and lan wangji could not say no. and so, it is here that he finds himself among the oddity of this holiday and attempts to piece together the traditions as people swarm in and out of the establishment in various attires, some more understated than others. for himself, lan wangji does not attempt to stray much from what he is accustomed.
back home, he had always taken to wearing the uniform of his sect. laden always in white and interlaid with blues, there is no deviation from that pattern in what he wears here. for now, he keeps the shoulders covered with a white cardigan whose sleeves end at the wrist. and, unlike those he may have entered with, he keeps to the sidelines and does not mingle overmuch. he is polite (if of very few words) when spoken to, but he seems more invested in keeping an eye on two others here. ]
a. [ however, that is not to say he is unkind if another chooses to sit by him. maybe they've taken a break from the festivities or maybe they've just stopped to sit and eat. either way, lan wangji greets them with a gentler nod of his head and the turn of his pale eyes toward them.
he doesn't smile, but anyone else is likely to get the impression that his expression is naturally difficult to interpret. ]
b. [ or maybe they've found him glancing at the decor with some interest. he seems to pause, as if looking something up within the network they're all connected to, before realization catches in the almost golden color of his eyes.
he seems like one who studies pretty often. ]
II. noise and exclamations, then we tip the cup of clear wine
[ but it is not long, before wei wuxian plies him with liquor. presented as punch, he had known already it had been spiked without much question. however, lan wangji cannot refuse him. he has said so himself.
and he does not here, as he has not before. he does not here, as he has not in the inns in which they had once stopped, wei wuxian's hands turning over the vessel of wine to him and telling him that the rules need not apply out the boundaries of lan wangji's home. but, it was for reasons unknown to wei wuxian then that he had agreed. and now, as wei wuxian knows them, lan wangji accepts the proffered drink. he indulges wei wuxian with the subtle cant of his brows, a measured and exasperated fondness. and to others, perhaps, it is not a visible thing. lan wangji's expressions are difficult for others to read, but for those who know him well enough these speak loudly. these take the form of words as he empties the cup without complaint or pause, places its foot neatly upon the table before him, and abruptly falls asleep.
maybe it would have been worth it to check on him, if he did not just as suddenly wake up and peel off his cardigan after a few moments as if nothing at all had happened. he folds it neatly and leaves it beside him, but he does not remain with it for long. no, it seems lan wangji likes to roam when he drinks. and when he roams, should the detailing of his dress shirt not catch the attention of others or his actions, the scars that curve beneath the lace at his shoulders may. and so too, may the odd rays of a brand that sits just beneath his right collarbone.
but: ]
a. [ perhaps they find him as this: along the back, he has managed to neatly position himself beneath two particular baubles placed among the garish decorations. he eyes them for a long moment, one a deep purple and the other a crisp red. it is difficult to guess at what it is he's thinking about, but if one watches him long enough, the baubles at once are there and then are within his hands as though they are precious and treasured objects.
what in the world does he plan on doing with them? and how in the world did he get them down so fast? ]
b. [ or perhaps they find him here: between his hands, he holds a plate that is sizable in its portion. it is more accurate to call it a tray, but lan wangji seems not to notice (or perhaps he has?). regardless, lan wangji's posture is perfect and steady as always as he scans the buffet. with enough study, he seems to be waiting patiently for five individual dishes to refilled. if asked if would rather consider another option, he might shush the person. or, perhaps, he might look at them solemnly and report: "only those."
maybe he's a picky eater? or maybe somebody else is? ]
c. [ or he may instead be found meticulously compiling an assortment of objects about two other men (or where two other men have sat). like a faithful dog returning to a hunter, its quarry between its jaws, lan wangji sets or presents each of these little "gifts" before wandering off again when it is he is permitted. to anyone watching this exchange, it could be equal parts confusing or equal parts endearing. either way, he seems contented to do so. ]
III. why did you have to hurry your horses, coming to ask after me?
[ or you could wildcard and hit me up at
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Okay. I dunno when more is gonna happen.
( the gesture of your eyes )
peter b. parker | open open open
[peter, bless his sense of humor, has found this lovely little vintage sweater to wear for the evening's festivities. gotta love the charm of 2010s millennials, right?
spider-man would eat this sort of thing up, enjoying the festivities from behind the anonymity of the mask, but peter looks visibly uncomfortable any time there's more than 5 or 6 people around him. he chooses to spend much of the evening on the rooftop deck wistfully eyeballing the just out of reach transformers and the panoramic view of new amsterdam from atop rijn woods. but man cannot survive on beautiful cityscapes alone, so eventually peter finds his way down to the lounge where he'll eat his weight in sweets, drink entirely too much, and artfully dodge anyone trying to get him to partake in the tradition of kissing under mistletoe.
he's just the sort of target for some good-natured sinterklaas
hazingcheer.]ii. wildcard
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it also makes her nearly blend in with the couch if someone's not looking where they're going, which is why peter nearly sits on her as he comes to collapse down on it. ]
Hey! [ lucky for him she's got good reflexes. ] Jeez, don't take a girl out.
[ she's just going to... reach over and grab one of those fun looking cake pops, don't mind her. she deserves it for nearly getting squashed to death. ]
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