And Booze!

[untilidie]

WHO: Marisa Kirisame, Reimu Hakurei, and literally anyone else who feels like dropping by
WHAT: A few days ago, Marisa talked about organizing an ice breaker of sorts. Tonight, it's happening.
WHEN: Early April
WHERE: Bars around Nightwake
WARNINGS: Alcohol, bad decisions

-6pm-

The evening started at the Summer Guild Hall, with snacks and just kind of hanging around and chatting until a few people showed up. Everyone was still sober at this point. Things are a little bit awkward right now since most of you don't know each other, but there's chips and dip, though, and someone provided a veggie tray.

-8pm-

Eventually the group made their way to a pool hall. Drinks are flowing at this point, but no one is likely particularly drunk at this point unless they're really working at it. Play some billiards, drink some beer, get some overpriced nachos, and get to know your fellow partyers.

-10pm-

After some pool, the group wandered over to a karaoke bar. Prepare for terrible singing (or maybe some of you actually CAN sing??? Marisa sure can't, at least.). Maybe link a song that captures the vibes of what your character is singing and give us some idea of how well they're singing it. Sing a duet with someone! Heckle people for being terrible at this! Get cold feet and pass the microphone off to someone else! The options are endless!

-12am-

After singing their hearts out, the group that was still awake staggered along to a dive bar. The clientele are keeping to themselves, the barkeeper looks surly, the drinks are suspicious, and the room is filled with gloomy corners. This is the part of the night where you semi-incoherently lay your deepest secrets bare to people who you don't know that well but are perfectly confident that these are the most important and trustworthy people in the world.

-???am-

Mistakes were made. Oh god. Where are we? Why does the world keep spinning? Where do I live? I think I'm gonna be sick...

[OOC note: the drinking age in Nightwake City is apparently 18. Consider this an open mingle post, rather than a post with Marisa specifically.]

Comments

[nihilmancy]

Gardening, music- playing it, not listening; theater.

[ She watches Saya keenly, the way her arm moves, the smooth gestures. The satisfying *clack* of each impact. ]

Being with people, too. It's usually better, in person.

[sangreine]

Oh? What sort of music do you play? I play violin and cello, and I sing opera. [ Saya doesn't necessarily seem like someone trained in such classical arts, but she's a contradiction like that. ]

I couldn't agree more, about people. I get lonely without company.

[nihilmancy]

Oh, it's mostly "high society" music, but I know some popular songs too. I primarily play oud, but I'm also decent on guitar and flute. I sing as well.

[ Hlasoh is careful about how much of herself she provides access to, but she agrees. Everything is worse when you're truly alone. ]

Yes. I have my introverted moments, but isolation is intolerable to me.

[ But she can tolerate it. She has. ]

[sangreine]

We should sing together sometime, maybe. I can do modern music too, though my favorite music is from the 1920s and 30s. Terrible time in Earth history to live through, but the music was incredible.

[ Saya motions to the table, for Hlasoh to try some of the shots. ]

I'm not wired for isolation, quite literally. I don't deal well with it even in small doses.

[nihilmancy]

I am afraid that it is difficult for me to precisely place those dates. In my universe, humanity has spread beyond "Earth" millennia ago. Not even the same calendar is in effect. But I would believe it. The memory of the past is long. Ancient culture is still treasured.

[ She carefully lines up a shot, keeping in mind Saya's posture, her economy of motion, the timing and angle... and totally misses. She sighs, but it's not an unexpected result. ]

No solitary creature is able to develop intelligence. We cannot exist alone, and those who profess true individualism have always deluded themselves.

[sangreine]

Ah, I see. Well, the type and style of music should be sufficient explanation. Jazz and Big Band music. If that doesn't mean anything to you still, I'll sing a few examples.

[ Saya is patient as Hlasoh tries the shots. She's not going to be overly invasive about it. ]

Socialization is essential to intelligence, hm? Makes sense, I suppose.

[nihilmancy]

[ She tilts her head to the side, making a thoughtful 'hm,' before recognition strikes in her eyes. ]

Oh, yes! I do know what you mean. "Jazz" is ancient, but it has inspired countless musical traditions since then.

[ She hums a brisk melody in swung time. ]

Like so?

[sangreine]

Mmhmm, just that style. Most of it was written during either a horrible war or a horrible depression, yet it's so upbeat. Humans have the most remarkable spirit.

[nihilmancy]

It is inspiring when you think of it that way. How bright we can burn, no matter the dark. That is the story of many of our highest moments. Such a queer contradiction.

The most significant political and religious philosophy I know of exalts just that spirit above all else. The same thing that birthed jazz and billiards, I suppose.

[sangreine]

A fellow immortal and I once had a conversation about that exact thing. Human lives are short, but perhaps that's why they're so dazzling. [ Also immortality is a dreary slog. ]

[nihilmancy]

[ She wouldn't know what it's like. She doesn't think that she envies the position. ]

I'm not immortal. I just like dabbling in history. That makes us immortal, in a way. That's what our religion says. It's nice to think about.

Nice shot, by the way.

[sangreine]

Thank you. Give it a try.

[ Saya resets the shot and stands back. ]

I didn't think you were immortal. So few here are.

[nihilmancy]

[ She's never played pool before in her life, but damnit, she will give it all the determination in her heart.

She takes a long, slow breath, quieting her mind, lines up the shot...

and beefs it even worse. ]

Fuc- ah, excuse me.