voidtreckerexpress | Party Time

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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]

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The last time Sam had dressed up at all was when he'd had his photo taken with Bridget and Lucy. That had been a long, long time ago. He wouldn't have shown up at all if not for the fact that he'd been talked into it.

Or, more accurately, dragged into the gym carriage.

But at least he's dressed up even if he doesn't have a mask on him. Considering most people do, and this is a masquerade party it's probably worth asking him about.

He picks out a handful of things that look like they're not too undercooked; burnt food doesn't bother him much. "Not bad," Sam says after a few bites. He honestly doesn't seem to be lying, either.

What the hell has he been eating that burnt food doesn't bother him?

At least he's... attempting to mingle, as stilted and awkward as it is. "I'm surprised we get downtime around here." That is probably the most awkward hello of all time, but there was an attempt.

Maru could sympathise with being dragged to the party. He could also understand the awkwardness of mingling with people. Madoka had made him feel like be was doing something wrong by not speaking to people... So he thought he would try.

While others had gone flashy or extravagant, Maru's choice of clothing had pretty much been a hoodie in black rather than the blue he preferred (or the orange of his team). He did wear a mask, but that was only because it was cat-like and amused him.

He gave a slow shrug after approaching the man, no hello's, just straight into the small talk. That was fine. "... I think that's all there is between fighting." He replied. "It's not exactly a military operation."

"I'm not military," Sam says with a shrug, though he doesn't immediately clarify why he's not used to downtime if he isn't. "But I was always doing something, always needed somewhere. It was actually pretty annoying, to tell the truth."

He leaves it at that, though, apparently just as uncomfortable with speaking to people as Maru.

"Then the downtime should be good?" If he was always on the go and he didn't like it, surely being able to kick back and relax would be a good thing? Though... Maru looked around, a slight frown creasing his brow. "... Hard to relax with this music though."

Music wasn't really his thing, but if it was it wouldn't have been this bouncy, bubbly pop stuff that everyone else seemed to enjoy.

The comment makes Sam nod. "Yeah," he agrees. "Can't really say I'm familiar with any of it. Though I'm not much of a fan of this kind of music to begin with."

He really only listens to music whenever it's brought up and recommended to him, honestly.

"I've heard it... I think it's popular stuff from back home." Maru wrinkled his nose delicately and have an unhappy shake of his head. "I don't like it." Though he wasn't much of a music fan at all. Though there were some video game soundtracks he enjoyed.

"Not a lot of music has survived to the present, so I can't say if there would be much here I'd know," he admits with a shrug.

It being popular music makes sense, sure, but Sam also wouldn't really know what that means. "It's not bad, I guess. Not like I have much to compare it to."

"The present..." Maru gave him an odd look then, until he blinked and his expression cleared as he realised what that implied. "You're from a different world. I forget that's something that happens here." He should remember, but so many people just look like normal humans it was easy to make that mistake, he thought.

"You live in a world with no music then? ... What do you do for fun?"

"I don't think my world is anything like what most people around here are used to," Sam agrees readily. "Some music's survived, just not a whole lot of it. People will find things from time to time, though," he shrugs.

"When I was delivering packages in the Eastern Region, I met an aspiring musician; he gave me a harmonica for helping him out."

It kinda sounds like Sam doesn't do anything for fun.

Maru listened, but couldn't really imagine that world. Even his earliest memories, before the rise of technology, there had been music. More music, really, because of that. But he supposed a different world would be, well, different.

"Can you play it?" He asked then, curious despite himself.

"Yeah," Sam nods. "I play this song for Lou sometimes. It's..." he trails off, frowning. "You know, I don't remember where I heard it from. But I've whistled it for as long as I can remember."

Now that he thinks about it, that's a little odd. "Nothin' fancy or anything. It's just a little tune."

His head tilted, looking even more curious as the older guy spoke. A little tune he whistles? Did he know anyone who whistled like that? Not really. He wondered why people would even do that, though he supposed if this guy loved in a world where music wasn't common you'd want to do anything to make some kind of noise.

"What was it like?" The words were out of his mouth before he had time to think them though.

He hesitates, like he does every time he's been asked about something about himself.

But... it's different here, where nobody knows him, knows who he is. So he doesn't see the harm. "It goes like this," he says, before whistling a little tune.

Maru wouldn't have minded if the man had said no, he knew it was probably a strange thing to ask. But he was also oddly fascinated. So when the man started to whistle, he listened attentively. Of course he had no idea what the tune was, but it was a nice one.

"I like it." He decided once the tune was over. "You really don't remember where you heard it?"

"No," Sam says, sounding a little bothered now that he's really had time to think about it. "I've known it for as long as I can remember."

Given his apparently age— easily in his late 40s, if not 50, it's certainly been a long time. He seems to brush it off, though. "Ain't much of a song, I know. But Lou always enjoys it."

"Maybe it's just a tune then? Maybe something your mum hummed when you were little?" He remembered some songs, little tunes, hundreds of years old... He couldn't say how or why or where they'd come from. But they were in his head.

"If you like it that's what matters."

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The demon had been a newer passenger to join the train, but even if Sam had seen them around before, they were dressed quite differently than their normal jacket and tight jeans, having miracled themselves a fashionable gown and covered their eyes with lace for the evening's festivities.

Crowley had stepped away from their company to assess the refreshments, having found what little alcohol there was available and committed to drinking all of it. Sam was not a person they'd met before, but their comment caught Crowley's attention.

"It's all downtime, if you refuse to take orders."

Sam doesn't look the least bit impressed by the statement. "Right," he says. He's not the talkative sort, so that's all he says, for a while, his expression as stoic as always. "How's that working out for you?"

"Just fine," Crowley replied, pouring a beverage for themselves and leaning against the table casually. "Can't bring myself to take orders from my captors. Not that I was ever any good at taking them to begin with."

They swipe a longer piece of hair behind their ear, sighing to themselves before taking a drink. "Although I haven't been on one of those missions, yet. Have you?"

"I did one, actually. Folks in the world we were sent to needed help," Sam says with a shrug. He doesn't sound bothered in the least by the idea. He's honestly not sure what to do with himself in the meantime, and appears fairly put off by the stranger's mannerisms.

"Ain't the fault of the people in trouble we were brought here against our will."

Crowley frowns, sipping at their drink. If Sam feels uncomfortable, Crowley doesn't notice, and it's likely because the demon is pretty used to that sort of reaction from people. "No, no one deserves that, I suppose." they finally say, a finger tapping against their glass in thought.

"But there's helping those in need, and then there's taking orders from a faceless entity that doesn't seem to care about them to begin with." Crowley shrugs, it sounds a lot like Someone they know. "Subtle differences."

It's pretty clear Sam doesn't know what the hell any of that means from his reaction.

He's pretty used to taking orders from people he can't trust as it is. "I take it you're being a little more specific than government work." Sam isn't a fool; he doesn't think anyone ever has entirely benevolent intentions. "I'd argue by having us help in the first place, whoever's running this thing cares enough."

"Don't work for the government." Crowley replies, sipping at their drink with a shake of their head. "Or they're lazy. But you're entitled to your own opinion."

Crowley looks over the dance floor a moment before returning their gaze to Sam, a bit of a smile on their lips, "The company's not terrible, though. I can get along here."

"Whatever you say," Sam says, still as stoic as always.

He glances over to the dance floor, looking like he hasn't even considered going near it. Sam doesn't look like he's done much dancing in his entire life. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

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."

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