(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

[blue_eyed_obsession]

Well- you might want to try some coffee now, it might help counteract that stuff. [Nodding towards the cup of the remaining liquid in her pocket.] Word to the wise, if it tastes funny.. don't drink it. [Why would you ever ingest something that seemed off?] No, it would have been responsible. No one else was going to want the contents after it'd already touched someone else's lips. [Hello. Non-existent germs]

[Alcohol dehydrates Ann, and no one is paying for anything here. It's literally all free.]

Somehow I thought this would be more difficult... [He thought she would put up more resistance. Trying to keep her in a forward motion, he aims for the door. If the air doesn't help she can always return to the bar later to rest on it or- her apartment..]

[menaretrash]

I had a little... and then... [ She trails off, trying to remember why she hadn't finished her cup. Something about her hands... ] Maybe they would, there are children in Africa who would have loved it... [ Okay, that's generally not what she means. Something, something, don't be wasteful. She gasps, suddenly. ] My hands! It was my hands, I couldn't drink the coffee... because of my hands.

[ How would she know?! It's not like she's ever had it before! ]

Why? 'Cause I'm fat? [ That makes absolutely no sense, but it's what she's going with. ] I am not... seeing the appeal of alcohol.

[blue_eyed_obsession]

[Kaiba waited for her to finish her statement, then nothing. This was going to be a test of patience] Children in Africa have worse problems to deal with.. [A subject he isn't thrilled about but doesn't get into. Either way, they really don't need to add alcohol dependence to the other trials they have to face. Even Kaiba couldn't remain perfectly composed. When she made the random outburst he jumped.] ... If you were trying to absorb the coffee through your hands then I'm not surprised.. [Raising one eyebrow so high]

[He hasn't either but it's not a new concept]

What? No! [Oh please don't find something else to fixate on that could turn this into an awkward exchange] I'm not sure either.. [When they got close to the door he came to a halt so he could reach around and throw it open] Out.

[menaretrash]

Mm, if it tastes funny don't drink it... got it. But it didn't taste like bleach... it tasted like... fruit. And then it didn't taste like fruit. But then it did again. [ What-- oh, right. Children in Africa. ] Yeah, they have like... lions. [ That's probably it, right? Right. She pauses, lifting her hands to inspect them. ] No, I... I don't remember why. Something about weapons... [ It's probably best if she doesn't regale him with the tale of the stolen flanges, honestly... ]

... [ The door is suddenly flung open, and she blinks. She stares outside for a few moments, before she turns around and hugs him, leaning up to kiss his cheek as she tends to do when she's leaving his apartment to return to her own. ] Okay, bye!

[ Yep. This is definitely the same thing as leaving his apartment because she's pretty sure he's not going to come with her. She turns back around a little too fast and nearly falls flat on her face as she takes a step outside, but fortunately, she catches herself, snickering at her own fumble as she tries to stumble out into the open with very little cares in the world. ]

[blue_eyed_obsession]

You're babbling, Takamaki. [Oh look, apparently you're in trouble enough to have your last name employed Ann.] .. Among other things. [Like pestilence, and genocide but there's nothing either of them could do from here. Still, he didn't want to voice it, because as hard-hearted as he liked to appear that was actually a troubling subject for him.] I haven't seen anyone brandishing any weapons at the party.. unless you're considering the darts as weapons. [It really is]

[As she wrapped her arms around him, he tensed and looked uneasy] I think there's been a misunderstanding. [Glancing over his shoulder, he pulled the door shut behind him to prevent giving any more of a show] I'm going with you. I thought that was obvious. [He wasn't about to leave her tipsy and vulnerable outside with the wild critters and other void dwellers]

Careful! [Reaching out to help steady her, but she caught herself this time] You're really hammered.. are you sure all you took was one sip?

[menaretrash]

... [ Unfortunately, she's choosing to hone in on that last bit, because it's triggered a memory about the hand situation. ] Finger guns... pew, pew... [ Is she... weakly using her fingers as guns now? Yep, she sure is! ] I think Ren stole my hands to make finger guns, but then... I dunno. I'm confused.

[ At least she's being honest -- she is confused, and likely, isn't even going to remember a good majority of this happened, which is probably a blessing in disguise. ] Mm? Oh, you don't have to, it's okay. I can... take care of myself. I have finger guns.

[ Pew, pew, remember? What makes this more hilarious, is he'd blurted out he wasn't here to babysit, and yet, here he comes out into the wilderness with her. ] Oh, no... no, I drank... a little more than half before I started feeling weird and realized that this was probably some sort of horrible, alcohol infused... thing. [ She pauses, swaying a little in place. ] ...I think... from now on, at parties, I'm gonna only go for water. Water's safe...

[blue_eyed_obsession]

[finger guns. really? Even if you're a total dork you have to know that's dorky, and Ann wasn't one of those. Alcohol was a horrible, horrible thing.] People are going to start staring... [He hissed grabbing for her hands to disarm her] I'm pretty sure they've been attached your wrists the whole time.

[He would be very surprised if she was able to recollect anything later] Some of the monsters in the void are immune to... finger guns. [Like 100% of them] Come on... let's just go.

[He sure did end up doing the very thing he said he wouldn't. We'll call it chaperoning] Ann! [Raising his voice another time to exhibit his incredulity at her obliviousness] Water would be best, I agree.... [Reaching out to steady her] I know.. there likely isn't much difference between the air inside and out here, but are you feeling better, at all?

[menaretrash]

[ The most powerful weapons, duh. Right now, at least. ] What people... oh. [ Right, party. Aww, he's holding her hands... she stares at their joined hands for a moment, trying really hard to focus on... whatever this conversation is. ] Uh-huh. Probably... would you still like me if someone stole my hands, though?

[ This is an important question, obviously. One that she's not going to linger on for long, because of his next statement. ] Yeah, you're probably right... I should go get a knife. [ To start epic knife fights with the monsters that are deemed immortal to the crazy bullets she'd shoot from her finger guns. If they worked properly. ] Okay.

[ Honestly? Other than Ren and Akechi, he's probably the most responsible person at this party, and she's glad for his presence. Because even though her mind is more than a little clouded right now, he's a grounding presence, and between the air and a conversation to really, honestly try to focus on, it is helping. ] I didn't mean to... it just happened. Ren wanted me to go upstairs and sleep it off... probably should have listened to him.

[ Her head hurts, and she's tired. She really wants to go home, honestly, but it's not midnight yet. ] I think so... thank you, Seto. Sorry.