(mingle/open) happy new years!

[forethinking]

Who: Void Citizens
What: New Years Mingle!
Where: Heavenly Blanc
When: January 1st
Content Warnings: None!!

HEAVENLY BLANC

THE VOID, ON JANUARY 1ST

Ren
Food & Organization

Blue
Food & Organization

Eevee
Moral Support

Pidgeot&Arcanine
Lifting

YOSHIZAWA
Food & Organization

We hereby start the Void Calendar! All over the Void since yesterday, several handwritten notes have been taped or stapled to the Void's most populated areas in the hopes to drive the people to the popular bar/cafe. Heavenly Blanc's exterior has been protected from any upcoming storms by a large awning, and more tables and chairs have been temporarily set to settle any issues of overcrowding on the inside. Upon entering, one will be able greeted by the aroma of curry, although the spices vary from pot to pot, and coffee and alcohol will be served throughout the evening.

Within the interior of the bar, a small space has been divided and cleared out -- next to the jukebox. There, one will find a few microphones resting on their stands, waiting for whoever is brave enough to sing on them to whatever is playing in Heavenly Blanc when the storm hits. Last, but not least, a whiteboard has been visibly placed next to the entrance. It reads: "Names of the Months", and you may either write your own or add sticks to vote on your favorites.

CODING BY

Comments

[menaretrash]

I don't have any money to trade...

[ Yes, this is how she's taking it, okay. She's suddenly very quiet for a few moments, staring down at the tabletop, before she squints. ]

...Hey... Ren, I don't wanna like, alarm you....

[ Her voice drops to a whisper, and she glances off to the side, as if keeping some sort of look out. This isn't Mementos, Ann. ]

...I think. I think my hands are gone.

[ That's it. That' the big secret. ]

[forethinking]

The coffee for your cup?

(Oh, Ann, you're doing exactly what you can to alarm him, both with the words and with the shady actions. He definitely thinks she's going to vomit-- Ah. He chuckles nervously, sitting next to her and taking one of her hands with his own, calmly and reassuring.)

What am I holding?

[menaretrash]

I...

[ Oh. Yes, that. She stares down at the coffee again, before she feels Ren take one of her hands, and she gasps. ]

I thought you only stole hearts! I didn't know you stole hands, too!

[ And she's not even mad at that! She laughs... really hard, because the image of the amazing Joker running off with a bunch of hands in his pockets has now filled her mind and it won't leave any time soon. ]

[forethinking]

(OK, he can't not laugh at this, even with a cute snort. Whoever might be listening to this conversation without knowing the concept of what they're speaking of, he's so sorry. He's just bursting into chuckles before face-table-ing on Ann's hand. At least she feels fine and there's a relief that comes from knowing that.)

They were here all along.

(He has never stolen them!!!)

[menaretrash]

[ At this point, Ren's a fucking magician. But suddenly she has hands again, because he's given them back. From apparently stealing them. ]

That's what you'd want me to think! [ CLEARLY he's messing with her, because her alcohol addled mind is abso-fucking-lutely blown right now. ] It's okay... if you need my hands, you can have them. I'll share! Make them into... pretty weapons. Or like... windmills.

[ Because hand windmills are a thing, right? ]

But you're the only one allowed to do it. No one else. Shhhhh.

[forethinking]

(Fair to say that most people here have never heard Ren actually have a laughing crisis, but it can be heard because he is not even able to put an answer together. Goddamnit, Ann. Why do you have to be such a cute drunk?)

You can keep your hands. I'll find another... (He can't even keep serious, another burst of laughter. It doesn't work if he doesn't go along with her now, does it?) ... Weapon.