[open] we could strike the chord

[headinjuries]

CHARACTERS: Anyone who wanted to go to the vigil!
WHERE: Royal Street Gaming Parlor.
WHEN: DAY :031
SUMMARY: Concordia honors the dead. Hosts honor the dead, or maybe just do a little 007ing. As in snooping, not macking on hot ladies. We hope.
WARNINGS: TBA.

This is here for any and all of your mingling needs. Start your own top-levels, harass each other, etc etc.

Here is what we know is happening, courtesy of our fearless mods:

The hosts will be few in a throng of relatively peaceful people. Most people in attendance are younger (30s and below) and a proportionally large number of them have some kind of physical modification, though most are relatively low-profile mods. There's also a small contingent of androids in attendance.

A low platform has been erected in front of the Royal Street Gaming Parlor and the speakers for the vigil either stand on it or, as is the case with some more high profile appearances, they speak across an extranet connection via a holoscreen projected onto the Parlor itself. For the most part the speakers are small time: a few workers from a small local chapter of Mind Life (accompanied by a few skittish looking androids), a beta block councilwoman, a Mother and Sister from a nearby Church of Lirinity. Most of them have nothing more than words of support and condolence.

Somewhere close to the middle of the vigil, Seong-Hye Ngazi, the Public Security Commissioner for Concordia, speaks via extranet connection. She seems somber, competent, but also confident, and speaks about condolences for the losses, regret for the circumstances of the attack, and Public Security's dedication to finding the party responsible for the attack.

Otherwise: it's your fairly standard memorial gathering. Poems are read, some tears are shed, there are some people with signs and a small contingent of rabble rousers on the fringe of the gathering that quickly get chased off by Public Security, etc. You're welcome to create and interact with your own NPCs if you feel so inclined!

Comments

[erbier]

[ Ilde knows that, whether or not anyone else does -- whether Dreus did -- is debatable, so she just doesn't argue. ]

( No, I have no plans. )

[ Nothing besides avoid Kylo Ren... ]

( Where would you like to go? )

[tropism]

( Shopping, if you're alright with it - one can never have too many clothes. )

[ he gives her a one-over, and then declares: ]

( If you are to be a star, you need to have an exemplary wardrobe. I can help. )

[erbier]

[ She balks! Because she's never had this many clothes before in her life to begin with. ]

( I did not realize clothing was so important. )

[ Says the girl who wears white dresses all day every day. ]

[tropism]

( It is! You can wear other colours than white ... or if you'd rather be in white all the time, that's alright too, but we need variety and texture. An idol should always appear extraordinary to someone, after all. )

[ his mind is filled with outfits and schemes that he can put ilde in, should she be willing. he is thinking of sequins and velvet and ripped cloth and the most garish make-up possible, though he wonders if ilde would like purple lipstick. ]

[erbier]

( It's proper for a maiden to wear white. )

[ She's not exactly offended but... nervous. She's not an adventurous girl when it comes to her self-expression. She thrived on being, metaphorically, very buttoned-up. ]

[tropism]

( So it is. But we have the money and we have the time, and you're also Saffron. There are other colours and there are other kinds of clothes. )

[ giorno's starting to get that idea, too, so he'll probably start small for her in terms of the wardrobe .... something nice and pretty but functional and something that'll make her feel comfortable despite the change .... there are so many possibilities. ]

[erbier]

[ The frown on her face is nothing special. She is a sullen, somber looking girl, but in the context of being presented with little more than shopping, her reaction might seem comical. ]

( I suppose, you can certainly show me. )

[ That wasn't necessarily committing to buying or wearing any of it. ]

[tropism]

( I will. ) [ giorno says it will all the confidence of a guy who won't take no for an answer, at least not where clothes and everything else is concerned. ]

( We'll start with your clothes and then we can talk about your hair. ) [ a quick glance at her as he leads her out of the crowd. ] ( It'd be interesting to see you with your hair straightened .... not that your hair isn't lovely, of course. )

[erbier]

[ Her utter confusion vibrates. ]

( Straightened? What does that mean? )

[tropism]

( With an iron. ) [ wait, she might think the worst of that - so giorno settles with pictures, trying to imagine what a salon looks like to give her some context - a place where people go to get their hair cut and styled. and then he draws her attention to a woman in the crowd with long, straight hair. ]

( It doesn't hurt, but it's a bit time-consuming. I used to have straight hair, but it curls all the time now - easier to just braid it nowadays. )

[erbier]

[ She's so confused. She turns to look, but in her opinion it is a miracle that her hair is as clean and well-groomed as it is. She'd had to sheer filthy knots of hair off her head more than once in her life, especially before she began to live in the palace... ]

( It does not look real when flattened. )

[ She means straightened. ]

[tropism]

[ but you don't live in the palace anymore. ]

( It looks different, ) [ giorno insists, instead. ]

( She looks beautiful with it nonetheless. I'm sure you'll look just as beautiful. )

[erbier]

[ defensive, but curious. ]

( You have a great many opinions on beauty. )

[tropism]

( Everyone is pretty back home. Attractive even in their hideousness, in the way things can be violent and cruel .... I live in a terrible area of Naples, you see. What you see in postcards and magazines isn't always the same as in the streets.

What people wear, how they style their hair, their faces, the way they move .... we do it with such purpose and poise, I don't even notice it anymore. It's almost embarrassing to not be as gorgeous as the rest of them are.

And you would know, when you see them. You just know. )

[ you just take it for granted, the way one can drag you off the streets and into a gang by a man in a well-tailored suit with lace, or the way one can kill you by someone with pink hair. it just happens.

( he does not know, but in another lifetime, his father had been known for his terrible beauty as much as he had been infamous for his tyranny. perhaps it's just in his blood. ) ]