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steve rogers ([personal profile] decommission) wrote in [community profile] station722016-10-02 09:37 am

PARTY PARTY PARTY

CHARACTERS: Everyone!
WHERE: The streets of Concordia
WHEN: Dusk til just before dawn on DAY 040
SUMMARY: IT'S A PARADE
WARNINGS: Add them to your top levels as necessary etc etc


As from the calendar:
Confetti! It's a parade! The annual Arista Parade, to be precise. Nominally a part of Aristana, the celebration of the ribbons of life, it's a holiday who's origins are nearly forgotten. Nowadays it's a big, raucous celebration pretty dedicated much entirely to drinking and partying. Almost all those in attendance will be wearing ribbons tied around their hair, their wrists, off of their belts and the edges of their sleeves. Pull one off, and you will be rewarded with a kiss - on the cheek, usually. The parade itself showcases a number of performers, costumes, and moving art pieces. It's route covers a number of the main streets of town (which will be closed, sorry traffic), and it lasts from dusk till nearly dawn on DAY :040. Have fun, if it's your kind of scene.


From the mods:
No notable NPCs are present at the parade - at least not in any official capacity. However if anyone wants to interact with a Concordian native, feel free to make up/interact with any randos you feel like!


Feel free to use this log for all of your parade day activities!


*moving art piece not included, original characters do not steal
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's breathless and buzzing. The way young are good at it and she feels like one of them for once ( is what she is, just over twenty for all she acts half the time like she's all seeing, all knowing ). ]

Hey - you're the other Sam, right?

[ There are too many Sams -- but her alcohol sodden thoughts appreciate not having to remember something else on top of it.

But she's here with a purpose, and it's a cunning, sneaky plan, she's going to play them with her wiles and deceit -
] You're really tall, I need your help.
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't take much to stop her as she is tumbled into by Ahsoka. Too easily knocked into and as easily feels her arms going around Ahsoka's shoulders to steady herself where she's most definitely caught.

Laughing too hard to even consider dodging really, her face pressed into Ahsoka's neck as she steadies herself, lungs burning from running and her head still spinning about with the drink.
]

You're really fast. [ She eventually manages to get her breath back where she's eager and giddy. Her hands bracing to Ahsoka's forearms both to keep steady and keep her near. ] Well, you caught me, you have to give me a kiss now - [ and mercifully enough, she presents her cheek to Ahsoka in expectation there for. Innocent, really. ]
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2016-10-04 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her buzz is drifting over the mental link, mixing the effects from his own couple of drinks, and he can tell it's happening but he can't really bring himself to care. No thoughts of the mission tonight, he'd promised himself. ]

Sam Wilson, but I also go by Falcon if you want something besides Sam.

[ He laughs at hearing why she needs his help, but doesn't protest at all, ready and willing to go with her where ever she's tugging him to. ]

You need height, huh? And of course I'd leave my wings at home the day I need to help an angel. Let's see if we can make do with what we've got.
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ And she's sent into more giggles - because really, sure, she talks to people but it had always been more - talking at them. Not so much with them, to have the things she says really directed back to her. Feels the flush in her cheeks. ]

You'll be perfect. [ She tucks her hair behind her ear, giving him a bright smile as she tugs him along. ] You're good at throwing too, right?
shiro2hero: (who took my eyeliner)

OPEN

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2016-10-04 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been a long, long time since he was around this many human beings. Or in close proximity to so many living things altogether. Honestly, he's here for a purpose -- he's supposed to be scoping out a way to obtain a vehicle. And like Bruce, he'd rather do it legally.]

[Of course, he's gotten swept up in the parade and festivities in the process. Someone wrapped ribbons around his arm. At least one other managed to get one around his waist while he was distracted. So at least now he looks like he's part of the party.]

[Despite that, he's trying to keep to the outskirts. Keep a fairly low profile. There were warnings in his head, of how people here might view his arm. And I don't need more problems right now. Best keep the long sleeves and gloves on. Keep his head down.]

[Or... if nothing else, just act like he was here for the fun.]

[All he drinks is water, or sodas. Disguised in a bottle. Occasionally someone will tug on a ribbon, and earn a startled look before he ducks back into the crowd. But if there's food, anything that isn't burned or made of green goo, that's where he'll inevitably wander.]

[Hopefully, someone will get him to unwind a little.]
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2016-10-04 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam has also been lost in the crowd for most of the night, drinking and dancing and charming his way into groups of people to talk among them as though he'd been with them his whole life. He fades away when the conversation ends to start all over again, gaining and losing ribbons without much thought to them.

Aside from the times he meets up with other hosts, it's an act just as much as it is him easing up and being more himself. There'd been a time when he had to relearn how to be a normal person, to fake it until he made it, and though his time in an underwater prison hadn't set him back that far - well, it feels good that he still remembers how to do it.

Sometime during the night he's acquired a ribbon crown, braided and twined around each other, and he wears it without shame along with the others at his wrists, biceps, and belts.

He finds Darkling in time for the end of the fight, and he watches those defeated and bloodied retreating for a moment before he turns to Darkling with a small smirk. ]


Don't have to tell me the other guy got it worse, I saw for myself, but you get injured?
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[personal profile] tropism 2016-10-04 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
OPEN.

[ 1. there are ribbons on his wrists and on his hair. every time someone unties them from him, he takes a bow and they are kissed lightly on the cheek. giorno can also be found dancing in the streets, although he's terrible at it and laughs awkwardly after a few tries.

somehow he still attracts a crowd, a couple of girls who shyly stick with him during the party. he can't remember their names, though he had the most difficult time ditching them after a while.


2. at a patio: drinking cappucino, eating sweets of all kinds. after that, he goes to the more crowded parts of the parade .... in order to pickpocket random strangers, though he doesn't seem to be targeting them for money. just whatever he finds interesting.

bored after the third or fourth victim, giorno moves on to watch the shows. on the way to the concert, he stops to admire a rather snazzy-looking car, and is weighing his options about joyriding the thing into the sunset.


3. late in the evening, giorno is having troubles carrying shopping bags back to the bearings. there are sequins in there, possibly velvet. pastel fabric in garish colours. he intends to wear them all, but the concordiabucks in his hand is making things difficult with regards to simple tasks like opening a door, and he's loath to summon his stand for something like that.


4. wildcard! ]
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Water is... probably a good idea. She takes it from him, bringing it up to her lips as he talks. Taking a sip and she smiles, almost slyly over it - except no, she couldn't be teasing. Not her. ] Oh, is she the one that took your ribbon?
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O P E N (cw: mild noncon)

[personal profile] vocalis 2016-10-04 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
I.

[ What a terrible night to run out of coffee (or it's space equivalent) at Bearings. What an even more terrible decision to go out and try to get some. Well, it's not so terrible - Aoba does kind of want to see the floats, but he's not so keen on crowds. Especially big rowdy crowds moving to loud music and flashing lights. It reminds him too much of Rhyme sessions appearing in the streets, and the drugs and crime and police raids that would inevitably follow. Just remembering it is dizzying.

Actually being in the roads, in the thick of it, is even worse. And of course, of course every general store in the area is closed for the evening. He should've known, should've looked it up. Aoba decides to take an alley route to Bearings again, unafraid of the dark and narrow walkways. He's had to walk through plenty of shady places at home before.

And just like at home, he gets pulled aside by some rough looking, slightly buzzed, overconfident guy. There was a ribbon in your hair, he says, holding up his claim. A lie - Aoba would have felt it there. Even if it were true, he's not about to give this guy the prize he's after. I'm waiting for that kiss, cutie. When he tries to walk away, he's grabbed. ]


Let go.

[ He keeps his voice calm, level, and jerks his arm back. But this guy... he's got a strong grip, and he gets Aoba up against a wall. Somewhat unconsciously, a distress signal sounds in Aoba's mind and reaches out over the network to anyone nearby. Just in case. He's still pretty confident he can take this guy, if he can just get an angle on him to kick him in the face- ]

I said let me go!

[ -but he's strong, persistent. This isn't Mizuki's turf, but hopefully there's another friend close by to help him out. ]


II.

[ No one is coming to the rescue. This time, (because there is no world in which Aoba is not targeted by many unsavory dudes) Aoba gets an idea to save himself that doesn't involve kicking jaws.

Because he has Scrap. He can use Scrap - should be using it.

He jerks his arm away one more time, but the man still grips him firmly. ]


G͈̩ẹt ͎̣ͅy̳̯̰ou͍͙̼̗̘r̪̝̺͓ ͖̩̰ha̲̠̹̜n̲̞d̥̦̹ͅs̯͓̲̠ ̭̻o̱̝̤̘f͎̳̠̟͎f̞̰̯ ̗m̮ḛ.͈


[ There's an echo to his voice, an odd technical-sounding playback that's off somehow. Two voices speaking as one. His eyes flash yellow and his stare holds, bright but cold.

A beat later, the man lets him go. Drops his arm, as instructed. Maybe it's the sudden change to Aoba's voice that's unsettling, making him back off, or maybe... it worked?

He takes it a step further. ]


D̯̻̰ͅo̮n'̙̗̞̣t͚̮̱̫ e̩̫̘v̬͇e̮̬͔n ̭͉̻̞̼t͔hi̩̲n͚̹̣̖͓͙k̜͇ ̘̖̮̟̯̱ͅo͍͉̗͙͔f͓̫̤̣̫̪ ͙̦̩̠̥ṯ̹̪̣o̮u̲͖̲͓c͚͚̘h̺̹̗̟̗̜̣ị̠n̪͓̹͚͇g̜̻ ̲̱̖̫͖̗̼a͈n̲̩̣͎̠͈̻y̫̠̟̜͎o̤͚̘̺̳ṉ̙̬̝̼̳̮e ͓̪̜̼̭͓͖e̻l͖ͅs͇̳̲e͔͖͚ ̘̞͓̪t͚̦̖͎h̪̟̭̣i̥͍̩̜̠s ̭̖̲̖͍w̝͔̳̭̫͙̭a̹͙̹̖͎ͅy̜̯̲̝ ̳̣̞̭͈̫f̻͎̯̟̬͍̜o̘r ̩̟͓̗̺͍t̲̯̮̙̼͖h̠̞̜̩͎̞e͖̖ ͕̠̳̩r̭͎e̙͎̹̲͍s̮̖̺̜t̹̳͖̮ ̥̝͎͖o̘f̳̘̥̼̤̱ ̳̳̪t̩͔͓̹h̝̪͙̟̬e̘̖̲͈̭̪ ̤n̪̰̞̮̻̮̘ig͈͍̳h̬̗̤͓͚͚t͙͖͕,͓͙̪͍̟̳̰

N̪̩͉̪͎̖o̬w̗̤̳̥͔͍ ̣̹̟g͇̭͇͇o̟̝ ͚͍a͓͈wa̯̳̺͔͖̮͖y͚̞̰̘.


[ He backs up and turns, walking away from Aoba with a confused look on his face as he mutters to himself in semi-reluctant agreement.

Huh. It worked.

And now Aoba looks ready to faint. Pale, swaying, supporting himself against the cold alley wall. He's feeling a fierce headache coming on. ]


S-shit...
Edited 2016-10-04 16:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2016-10-04 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Parker doesn't move from her seat. She doesn't even make any motion to check if Angel is not going to fall on her face. Her concern simply is non existent to her at this point. It's one thing to make sure she doesn't die. It's an entirely different one to care if she's going to make an ass out of herself. To be fair, Parker generally finds Angel to make an ass out of herself. Pushes past her sweet demeanor, can only see an annoying falsehood of a person.

So, while she stumbles and drags her sorry self closer, Parker is firmly reading the book. Firmly ignoring her. She excels in that.

Or would, if there wasn't a voice in her head. Thing is, regardless of how hard she tries, there are always some that slip past her walls. The better they are, the better they can do it. It's scrambled, like bad connection, like a hiccup, but Parker feels it. And it riles her up, leaves her tense and tight from the base of her spine to the back of her neck.
]

Shut up.

[ It's the only answer she gets. ]
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her intent is to make herself coffee, really. Drink something that is just warm rather than tingling. Half way through getting that done when the voice cuts and she realises just who is sitting in that cheer and her head snaps - silent, mercifully no doubt, for one second - and then her smiles splits big and cheery. ]

( Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were with us again. )
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2016-10-04 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Parker lifts her chin from her legs to look at him, clearly not appreciating the intrusion. What is it about her that says "talk to me"? Nothing. And yet, she ends up always having to deal with a stray trying to strike up a conversation. Either to pull a ribbon around her wrist or talk about street food that you can find in any place.

She doesn't want to deal with people. She doesn't want to talk. She doesn't want to be here. But getting what she wants is about as impossible as her becoming completely okay with the Hive. Which is never going to happen, so there you go.

And yeah, it's an innocent question. It's nothing at all really. But Parker can find offense in the smallest of things.
]

Where do you think?

[ thanks, parker, ur a pal. ]
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do u tho

[personal profile] unfavoured 2016-10-04 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's no wonder he hasn't seen her around; she is making sure nobody does. The more invisible she can be to others, the better it is to her. Keeping careful distance. Like a game of hide and seek, but nobody is really seeking (she is not that important, she has no illusions about it, regardless of the growing weight on her chest - that she can't make a difference and she doesn't want to because there is nothing, nothing, that she wants to fight for in this group, other than the group itself).

He doesn't do as told, he stands there instead, showing her what she assumes is beer or its alien equivalent.
]

No. [ She answers to his head tilt to the not-really-hot-dog. She glances away from him to a loud group of teenagers walking past behind them, shouting something and waving their ribbons at Parker and Steve. She makes a face that says no. It's a constant expression. She looks back to him and his paper bag. ] I don't drink.
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2016-10-04 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her intent could be jumping off a bridge for all Parker cares. She has done her part and she ended up coming back empty handed. She isn't going to do it again so soon.

Her teeth grit in an alarming strength, squeaking inside her mouth as she does. She has less patience than usual nowadays. Restlessness, maybe. The overwhelming fact that she isn't really doing anything anymore. What's the whole point of her being here? Be with the Hive? No way in hell. Fight against it? Likely, but without any information there is nothing to do and while she tried, she has realized this is much like being held in solitary confinement (an experience she had back home as well and it doesn't feel different at all, regardless of not having bars to stop her from walking around).
]

What's your problem? [ She demands from her place, glaring at her over her poetry. ] Go bother someone that cares.

[ Leave her be. She is not fit for consumption. ]
circumspector: (network » you're part of a machine)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve Rogers, are you trying to get lucky.

But hey, Jack used her as tindr, why not help him out? Glances over her shoulder, looking the woman up and down - and alright, she's looking. Not that it means much, she's always looking.
]

Mmm - definitely. She's cute. [ Smiles back at him, when she turns back. She looks at her wrist, humming as she contemplates the ribbons before she holds it up. ] Come on then. Before someone else grabs one. [ Lets them flutter there. ]
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's the alcohol, probably, maybe being Handsome Jack's daughter, for the second, and thirdly - she really, didn't like Parker. Didn't like how she was so - so preachy. ( Didn't like that she couldn't control her, but that's swallowed down ) what stays on her face was the pleasant, oh butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. ]

( Am I bothering you? I didn't mean to. I'd -hate- to think I was getting in your way and making things more difficult for you? )
circumspector: (( uh yes? ) » but my hands are cold)

[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, no, no, no, he is not at all getting out of this one.

She takes a mouthful of water and gives him a look that's frank and assessing. An upturn kick to her smile as she turns her wrist up, waiting for him.
]

Steve, you're not trying to get out of giving me a kiss? [ Her eyebrows go up, laughing with it - she's not at all being serious. ]
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2016-10-04 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's still doing it. Pushing through the barrier she has been nursing, creating, fortifying. And it sounds like she's pushing, doing her best to tear them down. Angel is better than Parker, there's no doubt. The walls she puts up are weaker than the words that push through them. And that annoys her more than the fact she's using what she specifically asked her not to. The fact she's clearly not sober is not an excuse at all.

Shoving the book down, Parker springs up to her feet in a smooth transaction. She gives her another glare, set jaw, and stands in front of her, dangerously close. Not that much taller than her, but that never was a problem.
]

You don't want to play games with me. I'm not going to tell you again to stop it.

[ A threatening tone, but still carried abundantly neutral. She pushes past her, to the kettle that's slowly rattling with the boiling water inside.]
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This was - this was mean, probably, and she's trying to keep a straight face as he seems to be squirming around his words to get them out in a way that's polite. ]

Well - [ she's bright eyed, sneaky, mischief, she shouldn't tease as she leans back - holding her wrist up a little bit higher, daring him almost. ] - if don't want it I guess...

[ Hangs there, like she's waiting for whatever he'd do. ]
Edited 2016-10-04 12:40 (UTC)
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-10-04 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a flicker, like she might back down, letting Parker walk around her to get to the kettle. Watching her walk past her, head turned to follow the motions. Watch her steps. Like - she knows what she's doing ( she doesn't ).

Then, there is one, glorious, second where she might just actually shut her mouth. And then:
]

( Why, you don't care what other people are doing? )
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[personal profile] unfavoured 2016-10-04 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Parker is reactive. She isn't necessarily violent, but she is not a passive woman. She knows when to be quiet and knows how to wait, but it doesn't mean she doesn't react. To certain things, the better reaction is to not to do anything at all. To others, you need to impose. But violence is not something she generally resorts to.

Generally.

It tips her over. She doesn't even realize how much until the surge of anger explodes in her chest. A drop away of overflowing the very full bottled up things inside her chest. Unfortunately for Angel, she ended up being that drop. It's everything that comes bubbling up to her throat. The notion of defeat and being so completely helpless and with no direction and nothing to hang on to. It happens before she can even put her thoughts together.

Parker gives her a shove, square on the chest. A distraction to throw her off balance. As soon as her hand leaves her chest, the other comes around, closed in a fist, and connects hard and unforgiven with her jaw. It makes her knuckles pulse in pain with the amount of stregth she puts there. There's immediately a twinge of regret for it, but a bigger part, the vengeful, awful, twisted part of her overpowers in her self-righteousness. She doesn't even say anything else. Just stares at her in challenge.
]

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