OPEN FOR MINGLING

[primrosella]

When; Saturday and Sunday, November 3-4
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. SO GET IN HERE AND MINGLE.
Log;


As she's now grown accustomed to doing on days when the visitors come, Rosella is manning the Blue Light with as many of her staff on duty as can spare the time to be around, making sure that residents of the City and visitors alike have a warm and cheerful place to stop in, sit down, have a chat, and enjoy the opportunity to spend time together.

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 find themselves with the urge to cut loose.

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

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[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

[Lucy finally made it to the Blue Light, a cakepie in hand. She thought she would see him there, but the blonde friend said he had just left looking for his sailboat, and then...well.

It's been a long day of following leads. Now she's sitting in the couch in the back, cutting into a giant pie baked in a cake.]

Open;

[killerstyle]

[He didn't find the sailboat.

Luckily, his powers of deduction not being completely inept, he also happened to recall that the Blue Light was owned and run by Lucy's older brother, which presented something of a conundrum in that there was always the possibility he might attempt to murder Finnick in the event that he were to become conscious of the fact that he were looking for Lucy, but which would also have the benefit of probably pointing him in the right direction of her before he was subsequently murdered.

And he was probably faster than her brother because, y'know, godlike physique. So he wasn't precisely worried.

Upon arriving at the Light, though, he discovers two fortuitous things--one is that the brother is nowhere to be found, and the other is that apparently Lucy is.

...and she has cakepie.

Make that three fortuitous things.]

You look like you're waiting for someone incredibly attractive.

Open;

[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

[There is a sudden soaring, a feeling of flight that even real flight cannot rival. The feeling of suddenly being drawn in by someone, the feeling of joy that it entails.

But she doesn't get up and jump into his arms, like she wants to. Instead she primly cuts a piece of cakepie and puts it in her mouth, chews and looks]

I could also be enjoying this delightful cake.

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[killerstyle]

Cakepie. Ignoring the pie inside cheapens the experience.

[Equally primly, he relieves her of her fork and commandeers a piece of cakepie for himself, because you might as well seize the sweet things while you have them, since there's no telling when they might disappear.

Which is an apt metaphor, really.]

I hear you were out on my sailboat this morning.

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[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

[She moves so he has room to sit next to her on the bench.]

I woke up in my sailboat. I believe you left it to me when you abandoned me here.

Open;

[killerstyle]

All part of my cunning plan to keep everything I like in one place.

[He slides in, and in the same motion leans over to kiss her.]

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[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

[That's a low blow, Odair, because she tangles her fingers in his shirt and just melts into him.]

Oh.

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[killerstyle]

[You don't win the Games by being honorable, Miss Pevensie. You win them by going for the victory.]

The best I warrant is an "oh"? I can do better than that.

[And so the kiss is reprised, this time with an arm around the shoulders and a thumb stroking her cheek.]

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[desiredhertobetheirqueen]

[Finnick you asshole. She's got her hands on his face, then, and in his hair a moment later, and when they part she can't move more than an inch away]

You are being cruel, sir.

[But she's smiling, really.]

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[killerstyle]

I am being myself, miss. And you wouldn't have me any other way.

[And there it is--the smile he could never give her back when they were both trapped here, the one so bright and easy and real.]

Were you avoiding me on purpose?

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[team_sociopath]

[Old habits die hard, and after a characteristically quick look around the City to see what's changed in his absence-- and who's still around-- Tommy ends up in the Blue Light, trying to convince the bartender he's old enough to order a beer.]

[inmyothertights]

Dude.

Why do you keep trying?

[team_sociopath]

Because victory will taste that much sweeter when I succeed. That grumpy guy used to let me get away with it.

[inmyothertights]

[He sits down, legs swinging. They're short, okay?]

Which one is the grumpy one?

[team_sociopath]

I didn't really know him except I scammed drinks from him sometimes. Dark hair, kind of a jerk? Haven't seen him tonight. Whatever.

[inmyothertights]

Oh.

[Billy shrugs and orders a coke. The bartender slips some rum in there.]

So did you see Euphie?

[team_sociopath]

[Story of his life.]

Not yet.

[He was kinda hoping she'd be here.]

[inmyothertights]

Oh.

I think I saw her talking to Justin.

[team_sociopath]

...Oh.

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[practicingforhell]

[Maybe it's sad that sitting at the bar and moping is the most exciting thing to do that Henry can come up with, but he likes it well enough--the bar, not the moping. At least half of the moping is habitual. He's an artist; it's kind of his thing.

Henry has a few beers in front of them, all courtesy of various women who squealed and called him "Ryan." Whatever. Maybe the beer will attract someone interesting. Maybe Life or Rose is hanging out around here.]

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[lone_must_stand]

Aeriel has long since learned that her new body never tires; or at least, that she is more apt to rest to ease Erin's mind, than out of true need. In time perhaps she will forget exhaustion, will forever forget sleep in favor of her work; but for now, she remembers what it is to dream.

That is always her first thought when the world changes in the blink of an eye, the lonely, lovely rooms of Crystalglass melting into this oddly familiar alien landscape. But she knows; she remembers, and the memory guides her as surely as the Ravenna's whispers to the tavern. If Irrylath has come, he will find her there; and if he has not, at the least she will not be alone.

[and_warrior_arise]

He knows she is there. He knows she is there even though it is no longer his heart, even though her heart beats in her chest and his in his own, and it breaks a little, pain where there should be none, where his heart should carry her to him.

But he knows she will be there when he opens the door, his breath catching. "Aeriel," he says, because he thought her lost forever. He has never been pleased but so sad to see her, not when he is in Avaric and she in Crystalglass.

[lone_must_stand]

She has been waiting for him; not long, here, but waiting without knowing it in the time that has passed at home. And in Crystalglass she has not even had the memory of these stolen moments between moments; nor has she allowed herself the luxury of longing. Arriving in the strange City has a sweet agony, something she relishes because she knows it will be brief.

It is like daybreak when Irrylath enters, and she smiles up at him. "I knew you would find me, husband."

[and_warrior_arise]

He cannot wait, he cannot hold his breath a moment longer. He walks to her side and pulls her to kiss her mouth, like she were giving him oxygen, like the day he did it to save her life. Or the day he thought he saved her life, but it was nothing.

This City is strange, a day only lasting a few hours and not a month as he is accustomed to, and would he wish for a day-month here, an entire span of hours to spend with his wife, a long night to keep her warm. "I would find you even if you were across the sea, as I have before, and I will again."

[lone_must_stand]

There is more than one way to save a life; she feels now as if he is saving her again, leaning into his embrace as though it's been a lifetime already.

"I have no doubt."

At least, she does not doubt he will try. She knows, if she is going to be honest, that she cannot go with him; that she will be in Crystalglass long after the memory of Irrylath the King of Avaric is forgotten. But he will come.

"But having found me here, let us forget about what must come."