open-ish / it's never too late to get down and party

[morns]

🧙 WHO: Kate & her adult CR (and anyone they might want to invite!) / people who work at the Roost?
⚔️️ WHAT: It's Kate's birthday and she wants to make the most of it, so the obvious solution is to rent out the Phoenix Roost for a night of getting drunk.
🕒 WHEN: 15th August
🗺️ WHERE: Phoenix Roost
⚠️ WARNINGS: Probably excessive alcohol consumption, hopefully some sinning.


( have you met Kate? are you over the age of eighteen? then, at the beginning of the month, you'll receive the following text; )

Party. 15th. 9pm. Phoenix Roost. Wear what you want. Bring who you want.

( yeah, that's about all the details you're getting. so why not grab a friend, a significant other, or your worst enemy, and find out what's going on?

the Phoenix Roost is as it ever is, except for the fact that the only people there have heard about this party in one way or another. there's nothing to suggest that this party is for reasons other than Kate simply wanting to host one, but if you're here, you might know her well enough to guess that to be untrue.

but, hey, does that matter? there's alcohol flowing freely and music playing, so grab a drink, talk to a stranger, make bad choices! just try to avoid murder for a night, thank you. )

( ooc; I might be busy on the 15th, so I've thrown this up now! It's a mingle log, you know how this works. Post your own top levels, warn for anything that needs warning, be good to each other. If you're not sure whether your character would be invited, just poke me at exits / exits#8071 and we can chat! )

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kate fried ctags

[groundzeroes]

What, me? How nice of you to ask after an old man. [Okay, even Rei can admit this joke is trite deflection. His smile softens just slightly.]

Yeah. It was good.

[With all the tenseness between Rei and his teammates, it's nice to focus on something else--someone else-- for a change.

That said...]

You know quite the group of people, Kate-chan.

spray emoji

[morns]

( well if Rei prefers, she can just kick him for being a prat. but he thankfully gives a real answer before she does. and while she has wondered just what became of whatever had him in such a mood on the roof a while back, that's something she won't ask about just yet.

partially because that last sentence leaves him way too open; )

Includes you, y'know.

( she shifts slightly on the bar, folding a leg under herself and rocking back onto her hands. )

Everyone's weird here.

( that's been her experience, anyway. must be necessary if you're going to save the multiverse or something? )

[groundzeroes]

Me, weird? I don't know what you're talking about.

[Riiight. scam artist/business owner/rapper, totally not abnormal at all.]

Guess it's good for something, though. If we've all got that in common...

[morns]

( mmmhm. she's, once again, choosing to answer that with nothing but a raised brow. thankfully that is one skill that hangs around even after too much booze.

but that does remind her... ah, shit. what was it he said...? the words are just at the edges of her mind, and she frowns, trying to clear the mental fog by tapping too-sharp nails against the bar. )

That 'nd... ( that was it. ) bein' adaptable, weren't it?

[groundzeroes]

Ah, that's right. Guess we've had this conversation before.

[There's a pause in his thoughts as he takes a drag from his light. Adaptable... certainly, from an evolutionary perspective; the broader lens on humanity points to as much. Especially with the awareness that the multiverse apparently reproduces humans over and over again despite Who Knows What happening in those worlds.]

Humans are funny things, aren't they.

[morns]

( she said it was a conversation for more than one beer, and that holds true. there's something about booze that loosens the tongue even when it fogs the mind.

easier to talk like this, when the filters have been switched off, she supposes. )

Funny how?

( cause there's a lot of shit about people that can be funny, whether that's haha funny or just plain strange. )

[groundzeroes]

Funny in that we're such a mess.

[Trauma. Petty fights. Individual circumstances. Struggles both large and small.]

And yet, here we are.

ok this got real dark real fast

[morns]

( that... actually gets a laugh. it isn't one with a lot of humour, and nor is it more than a second long, but it's an audible sound. more than just a snort and a shake of the head.

maybe we'll blame the drink. )

S'pose that's fair.

( she knows plenty of people who would qualify as "a mess" don't look at her like that, she's Fine, so there's no arguing. humanity got further than you might expect if you're look at the individual level.

that thought gives Kate a moment's pause, to ask for another drink from the bartender as he finishes what he can (alcohol this time, but just something light and in a bottle), and take a sip. however many fucking millions of years it took to get to where her world is now, and who the fuck knows if it'll be there tomorrow? )

Y'realise we could cause that to end?

( they're kinda working blind here, and sure, things have seemed stable and fine in Avalon, all things considered, but who the fuck knows whether the effort being put in will pay off? they might not even wake up tomorrow.

no warning. the worlds, gone.

her brother? gone. Ainsworth? gone.

sometimes she wonders who the fuck chose her — chose half of them, really, from Caster's breakdown to half the shit that gets posted on the network — in a bid to save the multiverse. )

kate/rei threads do be like that sometimes (most times)

[groundzeroes]

Sure. Real easy. Ain't it always?

[Rei thinks of the war back home, of the loss of one billion people, of a life's stability gone in a flash. Same shit.]

But it doesn't matter. [Whether doom is near or far, Rei does what he has to.] I'm not about to lie down and die ahead of time.

[He stops to look her in the face.]

And neither are you. Right?

gently laughs in future canon updates

[morns]

( that's true. one little order. one moment. it's so easy for the people in charge to bring everything crumbling down around them without the slightest regard for the consequences.

as long as their pockets are lined.

the bottle is halfway to her lips when Rei turns towards her and Kate pauses, stilling but for a single blink.

that's very pointed, excuse you. )

... I don't plan on dying. Not here. ( not for Camelot's foolish decisions, anyway. she doesn't want to be a hero for this world, hardly thinks she's suited for a job like that anyway. heroes do the right thing, follow hearts instead of paycheques and orders.

there's only one reason worth playing along with all of this, one thing that keeps that resolve burning: ) Marc's counting on me.

( not that he knows his life hangs in the balance of all this shit, when he's back on Earth, stuck as one of this world's hostages. but he is. and it's always been her job to keep him safe.

she cannot let Avalon be her failure. )

dramatic irony intensifies.....

[groundzeroes]

[Kate always gives him the flattest of looks when he pulls shit on her. Rei laughs, pleased.]

Well, nothing says you can't take a load off, too.

[His smile quirks with something genuine, just for a moment.]

Happy birthday, Kate.

uu

[morns]

( his brand of shit pulling has, so far, been mostly harmless but annoying. a bit like a fly getting in through the window. it can be handled, mostly because there are times when he's less annoying and actually kind of pleasant to be around.

(but you didn't hear that here.)

she does, eventually, decide to give the poor bartender a break and hop off the bar so he can finish wiping it down, claiming the chair next to Rei's and knocking the side of her leg against his, a half-hearted attempt at a kick. )

You being sappy?

( she sees that smile. gross.

but, cough. let's change the subject... sort of. at least, let's deflect it away from her because she can feel that heat creeping up her cheeks and the back of her neck, like an ant under a magnifying glass in the sun. )

When's yours?

( provide personal deets, old man. )

I HATE IT WHEN THEYRE CUTE 😤

[groundzeroes]

[Rei opts not to comment on Kate's self-defense beyond a chuckle, flicking the ashes from his cigarette into the tray with a practiced hand.]

January.

[Saburo's has to come and go first, in December, his brain reminds him.]

The twenty third.

[And Jiro's is after that, in February. And you just missed Ichiro's last month. And--]

What, you gonna surprise me with something?

Sounds like a challenge 🙃

[morns]

( if she were sober, she still probably wouldn't notice anything was off, honestly. she throws back some more of the drink (the morning is going to suck, but isn't that part of the point of nights like this?) and snorts at that question.

is she even going to remember the date when she wakes up? who knows. )

I'm shit at gifts.

( not entirely untrue. she's shit at gifts when the day is fixed, when there's the pressure to find something good. it's easier to just find a good bottle of booze and call it done.

but there are times, days that have no other meaning, when something catches her eye and screams that it would be perfect for someone.

in those moments, she can be pretty good. )

S'pose I could treat you to a drink.

( at least he isn't the type to be against that. )

[groundzeroes]

[He laughs dryly. The buzzing in the back of his mind goes quieter, distracted by the amusement at something that is so very, very Kate.]

Then it's a date.

it's a good job i cleaned my DW inboxes today because i sure didn't get an email about this

[morns]

( see. she's good at this distraction shit. even when she isn't necessarily trying to be.

there's a brief lapse into silence, a moment where she just drains her drink and hands the bottle to the long suffering bartender before the cat tail she's currently stuck with twitches and she shifts, sliding off her seat and onto her feet.

still impressively coordinated, even after drinking enough tequila to finally understand Red Wine's explanation of Tierran geography. )

You locking up?

( or is he leaving that to the hired help? because it is probably time to let herself out either way. )