OPEN;

[primrosella]

When; Saturday, June 30, evening
Rating; Individual threads may vary!
Characters; Everyone is welcome! This is an open log for Polyites and 4th Wallers alike, so just specify if it's an open thread or if you have 4th walling rules in the comment or subject line!
Summary; Whether you're a regular or a first-timer, here to stay or just passing through, the Blue Light is the place to be for good music, good food, and a sea of friendly faces to encounter.
Log;

Rosella's been to the Blue Light on nights like this before, but this is the first time she's ever been here behind the bar instead of in front of it, managing things as best she can as opposed to simply enjoying the festivities. She's still not skilled enough with bartending to dare try taking drink orders (unless, of course, they come at very special request from very special people), but she's overseeing her staff, checking up on her supplies, and just generally making sure everything runs smoothly.

The music is merry and there's the chatter of conversation in the air as the booths and tables fill with people; nearby, a space on the floor has been cleared for dancing, should any guests (local or visitor alike) find themselves with the urge to cut loose.

It's looking like it's going to be a busy night. But really, that's quite all right with her.

Comments

[depaysement]

"Strange how that works. And all I intended was to take a simple walk out."

But there is nothing simple in her walks, not when she drifts close to shattered glass and possibility. A temporary guest, always, unless she was in the centre. One deep breath, and a slow exhale. She is calm, calmer than the Grell Zinc knows. Juliet folds her hands and looks at Zinc with curious eyes.

"Why not have a seat for now?"

[jemerite]

She sits down slowly, arranging her bony limbs in a way that she finds comfortable. It gives her the chance to look across at Grell and study her expressions more closely.

"I hear... it is more deities, playing games."

[depaysement]

An expression of half annoyance, half acceptance. "In this realm or apart? It may not have been their doing but the way between realms simply crossed wires a bit, and then poof, we're all here."

[jemerite]

"Here," she answers, a bit confused by Grell's reasoning. "The Queen summoned us, before."

[depaysement]

She frowns slightly, then takes a long breath. She can either keep playing and let herself get trapped in lies, or she can frankly admit it right now.

"If I wasn't who you thought I was, would you be angry?"

No segue, she knows, but the question needs to be asked.

[jemerite]

Oh. Zinc watches her frown and gather herself, but her own expression remains calm, if curious.

"No." She says that with utmost honesty. She had gone by an assumed name for years, so did everyone in her circle. More than that, when deities began play games, toying with dimensions and timelines, it was hard to have any real expectations.

[depaysement]

She takes a sip of her drink, then meets Zinc's gaze.

"I'm not Grell, dear. Well, I am, but I'm not at the same time...it's complicated. Call me Juliet."

[jemerite]

"Oh," a soft little exhale. She looks confused, of course she does, but after a moment's consideration she nods and offers instead,

"Hello, Juliet."

[depaysement]

"And might I know whose presence I am graced with?"

She is glad this one accepted it so easily. Others have been far more difficult to explain to.