Party Time

[loveandduty]

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]

Comments

OTA and fashionably late.

[agathokakological]

Crowley normally wouldn't be so eager to party so quickly after being transported into another plane of existence, but the beauty of the situation was that the demon had been trapped for so long in such a miserable place that the train was quite an improvement. Why not use it as an excuse to dress up? They had taken stock of the dressing car and not quite found anything to their liking, instead leaning on their newly-restored powers once again to manifest themselves the proper attire. Crowley always had an air for drama, of course, and what better excuse to flaunt it than a masquerade?

The gown was by no means a ball down, but was flattering to their slender frame, and the mask chosen was one that again went a bit against the norm but neatly covered their serpent eyes. Crowley could be found in the dressing car adjusting the look, ensuring every piece was in place before moving along to the party proper.

At the party, Crowley was most interested of all in any alcoholic beverages available, tasting assortments of drinks until finding one that fit their tastes. They weren't interested in the food and didn't need to be, but knowing it was available would be enough for Crowley to convince Aziraphale to join them at any point in the evening.

By no means would Crowley say they were in love with the playlist, but the energy of the room was enough for them to enjoy themselves regardless.

[OOC: Feel free to find Crowley at any point in the evening. They will be fairly approachable given the situation.]

merp

[salutosinedelectat]

Well, this is certainly a welcomed change. Aziraphale can't quite remember just how long it's been since he's been to any sort of party - certainly a good few decades since then -, and certainly never went to any in these particular conditions, but he's not one to complain. Not now, anyway, as he finds himself actually fairly well settled into this current adventure. Not ideal by any stretch, but at least far more comfortable.

He was delighted to find out about the theme for this function, and happily took the excuse to indulge in his outfit a bit. A tad. He figures the party won't be much of a formal affair, and certainly not one where this kind of fashion is required or even apt, but it is a masquerade.

He waits, then, at the end of the medical coach, by one of the corridor windows, watching those bright colors swirling outside the train. If he remembers correctly, it shouldn't take long until they give way to the endless darkness for the evening. His arms are crossed behind his back, mask held in one of his hands.

Re: merp

[agathokakological]

Crowley enters carefully, it's been a moment since they've been in heels this high, and it doesn't help traveling between moving train cars.  

"Evening, angel." they smirk, giving Aziraphale a once-over in his chosen attire. Crowley couldn't hide their smile, the frills reminding them of a certain incident in revolutionary France. 

"You look lovely."

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale turns when the coach door opens, smiling as he recognizes the figure. Crowley's always had quite an eye for fashion, keeping up with trends at an incredible speed, as far as the angel was considered. He's not quite sure where in fashion trends being in the train puts them, but he doesn't need to know that to see that Crowley continues to put great effort into their looks. 

"And you look stunning, my dear." He responds, noting the little red floral accents on their dress. "I believe the party's already underway." 

[agathokakological]

Crowley smiles, not really able to hide the subtle blush on their cheeks as they close the distance between them. Hands smooth down the front of their gown to straighten it out, making sure they look well put together before making their entrance.

"Suppose we should head in then. Find something to drink."

[salutosinedelectat]

Crowley's mask, too, mostly expectated in the way it covers their eyes, is quite beautiful in its delicate nature. Certainly something they miracle up themselves.

Speaking of masks, the angel holds up his own, a more solid piece, apparently meant to be held in place by a light colored cloth attached to either side. "Before we go in - could give me a hand with this, dear?"

[agathokakological]

"Yea, of course." they reply, circling around the angel, a movement Crowley is no stranger to.

Crowley waits for Aziraphale to place it where he likes, taking the ribbons into their hands and securing the mask behind his head in a bow, taking care to smooth his hair back behind it nicely. Once secured, Crowley completes their circle, arriving at the angel's left side, their usual placement.

"It's perfect. Shall we?"

[salutosinedelectat]

"Thank you." As the mask is well settled, and the angel finds himself a bit more excited about this party, even when his expectations aren't that high.

He adjusts his vest and coat, smoothed out his cravat. "Right." He smiles up at Crowley and, in a show of his excellent gentlemany politeness, offers them his arm. "Off we go then."

[agathokakological]

Aziraphale offering his arm is so undeniably sweet that Crowley's expression softens instantly. They usually aren't one to display affections, but this is a formal affair. It's perfectly acceptable to show up, arms linked with a date, and perhaps even share a dance or two.  

Crowley takes the angel's arm without further hesitation, clutching it gently as they make their way into the next car.

[shockinglycaffeinated]

Telli'd had the same urge to find something to drink once she entered the party and swiftly made her way over to the refreshments table. A brightly colored drink grabbed her attention and she snagged a glass, sipping delicately to see if it suited her, before she took a longer drink.

She was still very proud of the dress and mask she'd found and how well they complimented her skin tone, so she ensured she was posed in such a way that her figure was shown off to perfection.

[agathokakological]

Crowley took note of Telli first by way of their similar attire, an admiring gaze on the other as they watched her taste-testing the refreshments. Telli was a creature unlike one that Crowley had encountered before, but the demon was no longer shocked by what they saw, and likely wouldn't have been much shocked anyway, given where they came from.

"Is it alcoholic? Seems a lot of this isn't..." they asked, ready to snag their own glass if Telli had a good review.

Sorry this took forever, RL got crazy

[shockinglycaffeinated]

"Unfortunately it's not. It doesn't appear as if any of the refreshments are alcoholic and despite that, they're pretty good." She glanced around the room, focusing on the area where Minako seemed to be setting people up together, before continuing.

"If I get dragged into that chaos however, I thing I'll need to find an entire bottle of liquor."

rl be like that sometimes

[agathokakological]

Crowley scoffed, watching the groups get paired across the room. Luckily, they brought their own, who is wandering somewhere on the other side of the chaos.

"I would hope it's voluntary." they reply, beginning to lift drinks to their nose to sniff. Whatever seems most alcohol-worthy will be given a quick water-to-wine miracle, at this point.

[shockinglycaffeinated]

"Hmm. Hopefully." She took another sip of her drink and found herself wishing it was alcoholic now that the possibility had been brought up.

"Some of the other passengers here tend to think I'm in love with my friend from home and, while it's amusing for me to tease him about it, I find that I'm quickly growing tired of the assumptions." She rolled her eyes as she continued, "It wouldn't surprise me if someone put our names together while trying to be 'helpful'."

[agathokakological]

Crowley didn't know the person they were speaking to nor who she was talking about, so they merely shrugged. People had assumed those things about Aziraphale and themselves before, and Crowley could remember a time when they thought it annoying, but in reality it helped facilitate their bond with him, and Crowley was quite proud of it now.

"Not so bad if they do. So then you have a dance with a friend, sounds fun enough." they reply, thinking they found a worthy bottle and giving it a good tap with one finger. "Ah-- here we go. Something proper to drink. You must have missed one."

She didn't, it was just miraculously alcoholic now. Either way, Crowley holds the bottle out for her in case she's interested.

[shockinglycaffeinated]

Telli's attention was immediately on the bottle in Crowley's hand, she could have sworn she'd already checked that but maybe there were several that looked the same?

"If you don't mind sharing I'd love some." Telli practically threw down the glass in her hand in order to grab a fresh one.

"I'm Telli by the way. I don't believe we've met?"

[agathokakological]

"I think I'd remember you if we had." they reply with a grin, passing her the bottle in question. "Crowley, a pleasure." 

The demon also sought out a glass, their eyes wandering over the room behind the lace tied over them. "I must admit, this party feels a bit juvenile for my tastes, but I couldn't turn down a bit of fun, yeah?"

[kumoko]

Fully committed to not attending the party, the spider had instead camped in the kitchen for... some time. She wasn't sure how long, exactly, because at some point they'd started to serve some sweet wine leftover from a meal and...

Well.

Okay, maybe she'd gotten a little complacent, just eating anything anyone handed her, but months without a serious attempt on her life, and being basically hand-fed like a spoiled poodle...

Hic.

Anyway! The important thing was she'd gotten back to the dressing car without accidentally teleporting herself into the Void, and was lying half-draped out of her hammock like a decadent actress. Four decadent actresses, all inside the same spider costume? One spider, with the arms of four-- okay! Enough of that.

Luckily, her tipsiness didn't affect her ability to type. Much. One of her feet skittered off the tablet. It was fine.

"What's with the vamp look?"

[agathokakological]

Crowley wasn't startled, they knew she was there, in her regular spot, and in fact spun to give her a show of the ensemble they'd selected.

"There's a party. And I haven't gotten to dress up in some time, so... well, why not? Are you going?"

Crowley moved closer, immediately smelling the scent of wine of the spider's breath, strong enough for them to notice it before they leaned over the hammock. It made Crowley's mouth water. The hadn't had a good glass of wine in well... just as long.

"Well, well, well. Someone's been pre-gaming."

[kumoko]

"Looking good," she was physically incapable of slurring, but the motion of her limbs as she consistently lost and rediscovered the location of her tablet every few words gave its own impression.

Geez, for a train that prided itself on being extra-dimensional, it sure liked its earth fashions, huh? Or maybe it was going on what the people wanted. Oh. Wait, no. This was the miracle-maker who could manifest clothing.

Nevermind all of that, then. She waved Crowley's mention of pre-gaming aside. Mostly because she had no idea what they were talking about. "I wish I was gaming right now," she typed, without thinking about it. And then, actually thinking about it:

"Nah, parties aren't designed for spiders."

[agathokakological]

"Thank you." they reply with a grin, watching all the lazy limb motions with great amusement. Crowley wasn't sure what the spider thought they'd meant by pre-gaming, or gaming entirely, but decided it didn't matter. Parties weren't designed for spiders? That was just sad.

"Well not with that attitude." they continued with a look of mild judgement. "What's the problem? Nothing to wear? Social anxiety? Eight left feet?"

[kumoko]

"All of the above," she complained. "People are going to be dancing, and talking, and wearing outfits that suit them. Isn't that kind of gross? Kind of inconsiderate. Once I become an arachne I'll be able to wear all the cute dresses I want, but this."

A gesture, encompassing the whole bagpipe mess of her anatomy, made worse by how close she was to falling out of her bed. The hammock swung alarmingly. "So I ate a bunch of party food instead, that'll show them."

[agathokakological]

"So gross." Crowley replies with a chuckle. "You can wear them now, you know."

Crowley motioned to their own gown, as an example. "Tell me what you'd like. I have quite an imagination. We can crash this party together, if you'd like."

[kumoko]

"That sounds like the worst Halloween outfit ever. 'Spider in a dress'..."

No, it's too late, she's thinking about it. She can't stop thinking about it. They're right, their dress looks great. She wants to look great. "Do you know the magical girl genre?"

[agathokakological]

"Nonsense, it sounds very cool." they exclaim, their head tilting as they try to imagine what it is the spider is talking about. "Is that like... witches and cats and such?" they ask, curiously, and it becomes quite obvious that no, they don't know what a magical girl genre of anything is.

"'Witchy' is in, this season."