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nysalogs2018-12-13 11:45 am
thedarkbond) wrote in nysalogs2018-12-13 11:45 am
[closed] we took the long way around to the future we pursued
Who: Ren Suzugamori (thedarkbond) & people he ended up inviting (so Juno Steel (stuns), Mollymauk Tealeaf (mollymocked), Iskandar (conqueredhearts), Yusei Fudo (planetary_bonds), Allura (quintessent), Diana Cavendish (fiendennor), and Axel (icingonthecake))
What:not another birthday log Ren's 23rd birthday party, a.k.a. a study in cramming eight people into a tiny apartment (mostly).
When: December 12th
Where: Ren's tiny apartment in western Wyver, and then some of the Fyrran-Blessed Waters further out west.
Warning(s): Nudity b/c public baths, but nothing yet otherwise.
[About a week and a half ago, Ren sent out some texts to people he actually knows decently enough here to invite to a party - he eventually caved on his own intent and did actually tell everyone that he was inviting them to dinner for his birthday, but it came with the caveat of only having to bring a present if you wanted to. There's even a bonus shrugging kaomoji there to accentuate exactly how much he doesn't mind.
It's a little obvious once anyone gets there that Ren had to be a bit...specific about the logistics, though, because even eight total people in an apartment this small is going to be an interesting prospect. It's single room and puny, with even the bed lying on a heightened loft since there'd be no room for it on the main floor, with the kitchen beneath the loft and the rest of the room mostly taken up by a couch, a cupboard and some drawers, and a line of shelves that sticks out of the windowsill, a small brown cat lying on the cushioned top of these. There's a table dragged out slightly into the middle of the room with plenty of food all over it ranging from cute sweets like donuts, cookies and dorayaki (many with cat designs or icing), to...more cute sweets, to some actual proper food in-between all that, including sausages cut to look like octopi, some kind of rich soup in a very large self-serve bowl with lots of meat pieces in it (that Ren probably won't mention is tripe unless he's asked, because he doesn't think that's important as long as it tastes nice), and lots of takoyaki. He's playing to his favourites here, really, but it's all made well and it even looks like Ren might be a little tired from making it all (all rumours that he's tired from having fallen asleep in the stasis room the previous night are entirely fabricated). He doesn't have a singular cake, but instead a plate of cute cupcakes of kittens playing with yarn. Each one has a different fruit center, so feel free to trade them around to find out what they all are!
Though, honestly, you're going to be sharing at least one thing anyway, because nobody is getting any personal space around this table. You're going to be pretty much literally rubbing shoulders with the person next to you for the entire dinner segment, so enjoy that.
Thankfully, at least Ren realises that's not really viable for the entire night, so after dinner, anyone who's happy to depart then can leave, and anyone who enjoys a good public bath can follow Ren out further west, down a lengthy and winding path that it looks like Ren himself might not even remember the way down at points (though the fact that there's occasional salespeople offering towels and bath salts and the like is probably a good sign he's still going the right way). What lies at the end of it is a large, but secluded natural spring, water running gently into it from a second spring that lies slightly higher up. It's pleasantly warm despite the cold weather out, and once anyone sinks into the waters, they may find themselves even more relaxed than usual. It's a lovely night, the pool is surrounded by flowers and the occasional overhanging tree, and there's the pleasant buzz that comes after good food and probably some amount of alcohol.
Anyone who can't make their way back to their own home or prefers not to find an inn afterwards is welcome to stay overnight back at the apartment, but the main sleeping options are either the couch, on the floor with all the cushions, or sharing with Ren in the loft, which is not terribly roomy.]
thedarkbond) & people he ended up inviting (so Juno Steel (stuns), Mollymauk Tealeaf (mollymocked), Iskandar (conqueredhearts), Yusei Fudo (planetary_bonds), Allura (quintessent), Diana Cavendish (fiendennor), and Axel (icingonthecake)) What:
When: December 12th
Where: Ren's tiny apartment in western Wyver, and then some of the Fyrran-Blessed Waters further out west.
Warning(s): Nudity b/c public baths, but nothing yet otherwise.
[About a week and a half ago, Ren sent out some texts to people he actually knows decently enough here to invite to a party - he eventually caved on his own intent and did actually tell everyone that he was inviting them to dinner for his birthday, but it came with the caveat of only having to bring a present if you wanted to. There's even a bonus shrugging kaomoji there to accentuate exactly how much he doesn't mind.
It's a little obvious once anyone gets there that Ren had to be a bit...specific about the logistics, though, because even eight total people in an apartment this small is going to be an interesting prospect. It's single room and puny, with even the bed lying on a heightened loft since there'd be no room for it on the main floor, with the kitchen beneath the loft and the rest of the room mostly taken up by a couch, a cupboard and some drawers, and a line of shelves that sticks out of the windowsill, a small brown cat lying on the cushioned top of these. There's a table dragged out slightly into the middle of the room with plenty of food all over it ranging from cute sweets like donuts, cookies and dorayaki (many with cat designs or icing), to...more cute sweets, to some actual proper food in-between all that, including sausages cut to look like octopi, some kind of rich soup in a very large self-serve bowl with lots of meat pieces in it (that Ren probably won't mention is tripe unless he's asked, because he doesn't think that's important as long as it tastes nice), and lots of takoyaki. He's playing to his favourites here, really, but it's all made well and it even looks like Ren might be a little tired from making it all (all rumours that he's tired from having fallen asleep in the stasis room the previous night are entirely fabricated). He doesn't have a singular cake, but instead a plate of cute cupcakes of kittens playing with yarn. Each one has a different fruit center, so feel free to trade them around to find out what they all are!
Though, honestly, you're going to be sharing at least one thing anyway, because nobody is getting any personal space around this table. You're going to be pretty much literally rubbing shoulders with the person next to you for the entire dinner segment, so enjoy that.
Thankfully, at least Ren realises that's not really viable for the entire night, so after dinner, anyone who's happy to depart then can leave, and anyone who enjoys a good public bath can follow Ren out further west, down a lengthy and winding path that it looks like Ren himself might not even remember the way down at points (though the fact that there's occasional salespeople offering towels and bath salts and the like is probably a good sign he's still going the right way). What lies at the end of it is a large, but secluded natural spring, water running gently into it from a second spring that lies slightly higher up. It's pleasantly warm despite the cold weather out, and once anyone sinks into the waters, they may find themselves even more relaxed than usual. It's a lovely night, the pool is surrounded by flowers and the occasional overhanging tree, and there's the pleasant buzz that comes after good food and probably some amount of alcohol.
Anyone who can't make their way back to their own home or prefers not to find an inn afterwards is welcome to stay overnight back at the apartment, but the main sleeping options are either the couch, on the floor with all the cushions, or sharing with Ren in the loft, which is not terribly roomy.]
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[Even when sneaking on board the Galra ship, she had to rely on heavy use of armor to get her through. Thank goodness for Galra soldiers' conveniently shaped helmet that kept her Altean markings hidden.
There's a pause, and she gives him a sidelong grin,] ...But I can turn myself purple.
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Change colors. Maybe we can pass as twins one day. I am the only bloody tiefling in this place- they don't have context. All purple people look alike to them.
[Twins are good. People like twins. And it's fucking hilarious.]
I have no icons of purple allura, what a tragedy.
[It can't be intentional, but she can't help but feel a little called out. Because she's definitely thought about another purple gentleman more than a few times when looking at Mollymauk, especially when her memory was being funky.
It's with a glance around the table that Allura decides to humor him. Closing her eyes, she focuses, and it's subtle at first, but the tone of her skin shifts in hue, ending on one that is more lilac than Molly's darker lavender. It makes the light pink of her Altean markings almost disappear against her new pastel color scheme, and when she opens her eyes, she cants her head to the side,]
What do you think?
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He'd be wrong, but he's also a presumptive dick.
They're probably definitely not going to pass as twins- that was also just him being clever in his ridiculous Molly way, but it is a decent look on her. It's worth noting for future endeavors, because Molly draws the eye, anyway. Allura has been roped into cons for life at this point. Everything she does is liable to be mentally filed away for potential use.
For now, he looks so thrilled. Like a little kid.] Remarkable. It's a good color on you. [He leans over her and makes little horns with his fingers behind her head.] See? Can't tell us apart. Just uncanny.
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She laughs a little, and it looks a little like she's rolling her eyes, but really she's just trying to get a look at the silly finger-horns that Molly is giving her. Instead, she catches her reflection in one of the glasses on the table-]
Uncanny, indeed.
[Actually, now she's the one who looks remarkably like a weird mix of herself and a certain half-Galra, half-Altean prince.
Someday meta will stop mentioning him, but today is not that day.Molly is really enjoying himself though, and Allura is happy to be considered entertaining.]In any case, it is meant to help us blend in with other species. Or... our surroundings if we need it. Not as a party trick.
[Her words sound mostly amused more than critical, because she definitely was just using it to save her space. Oops.]
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[He drops his hands back onto the table and despite having plenty of room on his end and despite her trying to keep herself from being squished, he's still in as much of her space as he can just for funsies.] Why, there are people who can only do that a couple of times a day and they do stupid shit with it all the fucking time.
[Because encouraging pragmatic royalty to be more like the Mighty Nein is precisely the way to go. Molly knows this... He also knows there are things one should be pragmatic about and then there are things that don't matter. Allura clearly has the will to abandon the ones that don't matter.]
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[Punctuated by another shifting, both of hue and size, until she's back to normal. And she can't help but notice that even though she's taking up considerably less space than before, she hasn't gained any elbow room at all...
Molly pls.Allura's arms are jammed in close to her sides, shoulders hiked up a little, clearly not used to sharing space like this with others yet polite enough not to complain about it (yet).]no subject
That's fair. I know you're not elvish, but by their standards you'd be turning heads everywhere, and they can be extremely persnickety about their beauty standards. They'd call you the Moonweaver incarnate, since you're so used to being mistaken for a god, anyway. [He steeples his hands under his chin, all that flattery being mostly legit, but hammed up to the point of it seeming facetious.] But if you ever get the urge to start fucking with people who clearly need to be brought down a peg... You've got the kit right at your disposal. We could really up the ante on our act from before.
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And Molly, do you want her to blush? Because she’s not using her shapeshifting abilities but her face is turning a slight shade of red and she gives him a sidelong glance,]
Has anyone ever informed you that too much flattery makes it sound as if you want something?
[Flattery and deceit are the darlings of great men. But she’s teasing, mostly,]
But thank you. Should I feel the urge to… trouble somebody. I will keep this conversation in mind.
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Deal. And I promise, you'll absolutely come to love trouble in time.