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Minako Aino ([personal profile] loveandduty) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-06-06 03:37 pm

Party Time

Who: Everyone who wants to attend.
What: It's a party for all, but the pairing up part is for singles only.
When: Day 19 of Fiddlesticks
Where: Gym Carriage
Warnings: Who knows atm just Minako being Minako will add more as things happen.

[Minako figured she did the best she could for the party. Though she also wondered if perhaps she might not have that many people come. Sure she wanted to put singles together, but at the same time, she simply wanted people to have fun.

In the dressing carriage, people will find costumes and masks that were more gothic in nature. There was food and hopefully some forms of sweet treats for those looking for it as well as a variety of drink, mostly non-alcoholic.]

OOC: Examples of the type of outfits and such can be found here: costumes and
masks]
areasontohope: (Looking right at you (r))

[personal profile] areasontohope 2020-06-18 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
He wants to protest the doing anything for him, he really does. But right now he can't because if he can get Inigo to see a doctor and have basic modern medical care before the warrior has to return, he'll just have to grit his teeth and deal with it. So Yuki can't get into the real reason even if he wants to. He's more than sure he'll get a slapstick brush off of 'Eh I'm fine, who needs that stuff?!' in response and then they might have a real problem.

So the why though question has him torn and he can't answer without lying. "Nevermind..it's okay if you don't want to." The silvery head goes down because he can't lie to Inigo. And the truth would only cause a fight. Weakly he smiles and tries his best to just let it go.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure..you'll be fine, right?" Yuki keeps the smile up just for a moment before shaking his head and a more serious expression shows. "I'm going to go..you enjoy the rest of the party."
salutosinedelectat: Smile, proud (Way too proud)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
He feels the urge to follow after that gentle touch, so enamored by it and by the whole moment.

Watching them reach for the bottle, the angel smiles, practically radiating the giddiness he feels about this step they've taken. He doesn't entirely know the way forward, if something changes, if they just solidified what they knew, what else is there to discuss, but, right now, he's very happy just to celebrate.

He pulls one of his arms away, but the other stays around his demon. "I do believe you're right." And, with a snap of his fingers, he's holding two wine glasses, necessary tools for a proper toast.
adropofsunlight: (03)

[personal profile] adropofsunlight 2020-06-18 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess that answer was obvious.

[Rapunzel carefully moved to pick it up, even her friend Pascal seemed awfully scarred as she did. Maybe it was the fear of it being an actual living thing or something. But she kept it at arms length.]

Where will be the nearest bin?
flatteries: (doesn't it almost feel like)

[personal profile] flatteries 2020-06-18 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Inigo was already smiling, but that question seems to somehow turn it a tad softer, obviously very fond. There's no way he could ever think about his mother without smiling like that.

"Yes. She was.. amazing." Even that word doesn't feel like it does her justice. "I've never seen anyone dance the way she could. It felt magical just to watch it. I, um.. I always wanted to become a dancer, just like her."

It's something he might have difficulty admitting. To most people he'd just not say it at all, but Taiki has been so sweet and open to him whenever Inigo asked something that he feels like he ought to at least trust him enough to admit this.
irrationally: (there is another shore)

[personal profile] irrationally 2020-06-18 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bryn........ Please!! ]

Those are your plans? [ Listen, they're not necessarily bad plans when it comes to drawing attention, but they're also just.. ] Aren't you embarrassed in the slightest when thinking of pulling that off?

[ Thanks for making sure to leave her out of all of them though, pal. ]
irrationally: (there's a porpoise close behind us)

[personal profile] irrationally 2020-06-18 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"With the family?"

Alice tries to imagine her family doing something like this. It's.. hard, for sure, and not just because they've been dead for so long. They were just always so domestic that she can't imagine them all going on a wild adventure like this together.

".. I do suppose you'd get used more easily to something like this if you were doing it already back home."
agathokakological: ([290])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, why thank you, angel." they say coyly, taking one of the glasses so that they can pour for each of them. Crowley pours generously, then sets the bottle to the side, on the ground.

"Cheers, angel." Crowley continues, holding their glass for a toast and settling into his arm again, their own slipping back around his neck.
agathokakological: Don't leave me standing here... ([037])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley has done their share of dancing, but Sam probably wouldn't want to see it. In fact, no one should be subjected to it, if they can help it.

"Of course," they sigh, deciding it time they take their leave and find the date they left somewhere across the room. "Well, cheers."
salutosinedelectat: Smile, happy, soft (To the world)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Something veritably amuses him about how casual a gesture this feels, about something, about things that would have sent him into a panic if he even allowed himself to think about them too deeply, less than a year ago. Their lives have taken ridiculous turns, even as the creatures they are, but if they could take more turns like this one, why, that would be swell.

He holds up his glass and goes to respond, then stops. A thought ocurrs that amuses him enough to huff out a laugh, and his face softens into a sweet smile.

"...to the world?" He looks at Crowley with that gentle, but amusement tinted smile,remembering the lunch they had been sharing at the Ritz.
aggressivelygood: (Default)

[personal profile] aggressivelygood 2020-06-18 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He shook Maru's hand warmly, feeling Maru's reluctance. The way the young man withdrew when Sven asked him about himself tugged on his interest. For whatever reason, Maru didn't seemed to lack confidence in himself, but experience had taught Sven that those kinds of people had more beneath the surface than those who loudly bragged about their grand achievements and their bravery.

Sven smiled gently and folded his arms atop the table. "Now, I can't believe that. Not everybody has a daring nature or one big talent, it's true, but people are gifted and unique in lots of small ways. Sometimes you just have to look a little closer to appreciate a person's own special beauty, that's all."

He grinned. "...But yes, I'd say turning into a cat is pretty interesting. I'll bet it's handy when looking for a place to nap."
agathokakological: smitten ([291])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The world isn't exactly what Crowley had in mind, considering they are very much between worlds, as it were. A smile creeps across their face and Crowley too laughs softly, the hand around Aziraphale's neck petting at the hair there.

"At this risk of sounding very cheesy, angel... you are my world."
salutosinedelectat: Smile (A bit of a bastard)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
His cheeks flush and his smile turns a bit more coy. His arm is still around, resting on their side.

"Well..." He goes ahead and clinks their glasses together. "Maybe sometimes cheesy is good." And he takes a sip, though he still glances at the demon over his glass, finding it particularly difficult to keep his eyes off them.
agathokakological: Doin a think ([077])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Crowley scoffs lightly, bringing their own glass to their lips for a drink, unable to keep their eyes off of the angel either. It's possible that the angel has never seen Crowley quite this giddy, but the demon can't care, not when the evening has been so delightful.

After taking a drink, they lean into Aziraphale again, face nuzzling into his hair and breathing in his musk. Aziraphale has always smelled quite lovely, but there's just something incredibly intoxicating about him tonight that the demon can't get enough of.
salutosinedelectat: (Default)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He spares them a glance before Crowley is so close that the nuzzling against the angel's soft downy hair gives him a little ticklish shiver. He fusses his hand a bit, but doesn't particularly put off, if the way he subtly leans towards them is anything to go by.

"We should, hum." There's a nervous tinge to his voice, but everything else clearly shows he wishes he could stay here for far, far longer. "We should make sure, the-the time..."
happyends: (i'm the only one who's tiny)

[personal profile] happyends 2020-06-18 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, she's not too sure if she'll get through to him. Madoka doesn't think she's particularly convincing, after all, even though she really does want him to understand this much. The idea of Maru considering himself a monster hurts her way too much otherwise. He's doing so much good, and he's been so sweet to her.. So what if he's not 100% a human? Does that automatically make someone a monster?

But then she waits.. and he turns his hand to hold hers, and when Maru speaks up, he actually agrees.

For a moment Madoka looks surprised, but then her face breaks out into a smile she couldn't supress even if she'd try to. He agrees. He's willing to try. Of course it can't be easy if he's lived for so long with the thought that he's a monster, but just him saying that he thinks he can learn is enough for her.

"I want to help you."

She knows that's obvious. She's rather vocal about it, after all. But Madoka thinks it can never hurt to say it again as she brightly smiles at him.

"You've helped me so much ever since you showed up here. And.. um, I don't just mean during the mission, but in general. I'm really happy whenever you're near me. So the least I can do is try to help you figure out all of that, right..? After all, I want you to be happy too."

She squeezes his hands.

"More than anything."
agathokakological: cheekbones that can cut glass ([099])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"We have time, angel." they murmur, hand petting at the back of his head still. "It can't be that late. Sun's not even up yet. Er--- Void-light, whatever it is."

Crowley's head turns to look at the window, still dark and empty, like the vacuum of a black hole in space. They'd existed before space, so they're not as frightened of it as they probably should be, given their lack of understanding of it to begin with. While their head is turned, they help themselves to another sip of wine, wanting to free up their hand to hold the angel as quickly as possible.

"As far as I'm concerned, waking up is just a detour. We can always come right back here."
salutosinedelectat: Crowley, neutral (What's over there)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale composes himself when they look away, tugging at his ascot, but when he looks back over, he looks at the window as well, out into the void. He wouldn't say he's comfortable with it, but he's not exactly afraid, either. It's just... A thing. Having recovered his powers, most of the fears he'd collected in Life Aftr were easily discarded, and while the situation isn't ideal, at least it's more tolerable.

"Would you like to?" Once again, as if the answer wasn't obvious. But it's polite to check.
longforgottenpromise: (smiles)

[personal profile] longforgottenpromise 2020-06-18 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well I think you are a very impressive dancer so you obviously take after her." He smiled back. Seeing Inigo smile like that... He must have loved his mother a lot. For good reason it sounds like she was as great as her son is.

"I'd like to hear more about her... um... if you don't mind."

He doesn't want to make Inigo awkward or upset after all.
agathokakological: gloating ([014])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm let's see..." Crowley mock-ponders, finishing off their wine and setting the glass aside with the bottle. Their hand smooths up Aziraphale's chest to his shoulder a finger lifting to tease at his neck. "Lay in a packed room or come back here where it's just you and I...whatever will I choose?"

Crowley's smirk says it all, and Crowley starts to wonder if there was a way to secure the room like someone had the one beside it, so that they can access it whenever they need to. Perhaps they have a trick or two up their sleeve.
flatteries: (mystery's flashing amber)

[personal profile] flatteries 2020-06-18 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He's torn. Part of him feels like he should just let Yuki go if he wants to go, but on the other hand, even just hearing him saying he's going to leave instantly makes Inigo feel bad. Did he do something wrong? Was it something he said? Considering how awful he often is at properly conveying himself he feels like that has to be the reason for Yuki's sudden odd behaviour.

But one thing is clear. He can't just quietly let him leave. He'd feel awful. He already feels pretty panicked as-is.

"Hey, Yuki--" He makes sure to hold onto and squeeze the other's hands as he says it. "I.. Of course you can go if you want to? Or if you're not enjoying the party?" He wouldn't want to stop Yuki if he's just bored or something, but still.. "But I just want to make sure you know-- I want to. I really want to go to your world with you. You know that, right?"

Inigo's gaze is so desperate, worried that somehow he made it seem like he doesn't want to.
salutosinedelectat: Sitting, Crowley, hands (Hold hands)

[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2020-06-18 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He feels his face go quite warm yet again, which he could possibly blame on what they've had to drink tonight, and not the new exciting world of this sort of interaction. Still, there's a curl at the corners of his lips, and quite a fond look in his eyes.

"It is a bit... quieter here." And private, at least for the time being. Should they put up a curtain? He much rather not have anyone peering in on an intimate moment while passing by.
agathokakological: ([019])

[personal profile] agathokakological 2020-06-18 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mn, quiet, yeah. Doesn't have to be." Crowley teases, drunk off of wine and the angel's love, overly enjoying themselves this evening. It's quite easy for Crowley to get carried away like this, feeling themselves, feeling the angel beneath their fingertips, feeling a whole mashup of emotions they've never quite dealt with before.

"What would you like to do, angel. I want to make you happy."
pleple: (Didn't mean to)

[personal profile] pleple 2020-06-18 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It involves Madoka - holding her, and being close. Even in front of whoever else might be here...

They're very close in height and Ple Two is, at least, quite nimble, almost making up for not knowing how to dance and being incredibly nervous. Just gotta not step on Madoka's feet. ]


S-simple.
enthunder: (heh ☇ now I feel better)

[personal profile] enthunder 2020-06-18 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
To fill the time, she ransacks her mental library of terrible fictional dialogue that she's built up over the past months. Braces herself. Settles for, "What brings you... here?"

But Minako is leaving, and Qing has started to dissolve into near-silent laughter before Light finishes speaking. She pauses, caught up in a sudden rush of affection for the woman now sitting across from her.
radishlobbyist: (c279)

[personal profile] radishlobbyist 2020-06-18 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Once she has stifled her laughter down to a mischievous little smirk, Wen Qing gives her a pointedly innocent look.

"A friend and I made a deal to wear nice dresses and have fun for an evening," she explains blithely, "now if I only knew where that friend has run off to but with everyone wearing masks I couldn't possibly know."

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