( open ) welcome to the party

[evite]

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.

> 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.

> 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!

Comments

[myownwoman]

[ gaby spots illya glowering at someone and follows his gaze to a familiar figure, who is in turn glowering at someone else... who is daisy, animatedly chatting with one of her friends, seemingly oblivious.

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.

[resleeves]

As much as I don't mind looking at your ass, what the fuck are you doing?

[ he'd been glaring, gaby! and it had been a good glare too. ]

You trying to be tall?

[myownwoman]

It's clearly an ewe.

[ it is not an ass, he is an ass. it is a cute fluffy sheep! her arms cross over her chest, mouth pinched in mild annoyance from his and illya's glare off. ]

Stop glowering at the hostess. It makes you look deranged.

[resleeves]

She tried to fucking kill me. I have a reason to glare at her.

[ and who said he wasn't deranged? he clearly was. he was fucked up from the floor up. ]

I haven't done anything but glare. She's lucky I'm keeping it contained.

[myownwoman]

Why did you come if you don't like her?

[ why are men like this? no, not just men. why did daisy invite him? there are a lot of whys that need to be asked and eventually she will ask daisy but right now kovacs is her target.

she likes being taller than him. ]

[resleeves]

Because I like a fucking party and I was invited.

[ everyone was invited. ]

And because I'm not going to just stay away from everything she does. I didn't do shit. She did.

[myownwoman]

[ this isn't "everything she does", this is daisy's building. honestly, gaby thinks it was stupid on daisy's behalf to invite him in the first place, but can't change that now. ]

Try not to make a scene.

[resleeves]

If I haven't made a scene yet, I'm not going to. Of ye of little faith.

[ he had more self control than that. ]

I don't care about her but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna just let it fucking go.

[myownwoman]

Yet.

[ her eyebrows lift because those were his own words. yet. ]

Why don't you take advantage of the amenities instead? They have a spa. [ get a lil' facial, kovacs. ] There is a sauna.

[resleeves]

Because I'm fucking fine where I am.

[ he turns his glare onto her. ]

I'm here to drink, not go after her. If I'd been here to do that, I would have done it already. Quit fucking policing me.

[myownwoman]

[ gaby is used to this expression, she does not so much as bat an eyelash. ]

If you say so.

[resleeves]

Is that all you came over here to do? Lecture me?

[ boring. ]

And it wasn't even a good lecture either.

[myownwoman]

I'm not a professor.

[ she doesn't know how to lecture. she barely knows how to quickly talk down six foot russian giants from murdering italian thieves. but her point has been made so she steps down from the chair, becoming tiny again and having to look up at him.

it's the worst. ]

[resleeves]

Doesn't stop you from thinking you can tell me what the fuck to do.

[ but he's not going after daisy, at least. ]

Oh that's right, I forgot you were fucking small.

[myownwoman]

[ she tried. she tried for daisy's sake and that is enough for her, he can do whatever he wants, she can't stop him. but she can say she tried, even if she didn't try very hard. ]

Enjoy the party, Mr Kovacs.

[resleeves]

Oh, I plan on it. Thank you ever so much for the lecture. It was cute.

[ you're adorable, gaby. ]

[myownwoman]

My pleasure.

[ and she flounces off to grab another drink, because sometimes it be like that. he doesn't drive her to drink, but he is certainly a good excuse. ]