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[primrosella]

When; Saturday and Sunday, February 16-17
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; It's been a 4th Wall tradition to open up the Blue Light for mingling between the masses since even before Rosella took charge of it, and she certainly doesn't see any reason to change that tradition anytime soon.
Log;


The lucky thing about the days when the visitors come is that they do follow a sort of pattern--once per season, or thereabouts, the floodgates open and the tidal wave of unfamiliar faces comes pouring into the city to mingle about for a weekend. It's not predictable the way that some things are predictable, but for someone who's lived in the City for four and a half years now (and she has), it gets to be...well, anticipated, at the least. The last time everyone had come around was in November, and it'd been a fair few months since, and now spring was drawing nearer with every day and--oh, we haven't seen the visitors come about in a while, have we?

So while the Blue Light isn't precisely prepared for the rush of chattering guests, it's still certainly better off than it might've been. Nearly a year of practice at running things has made Rosella considerably more confident in the way she manages her staff, and the usual affairs of business are running about as smoothly as anyone could expect. Drinks are poured, laughter fills the air, and the band is doing an admirable job of setting the mood with a selection of swing classics (and a swing arrangement of Greensleeves, out of secret self-indulgence) that keep a fond and reminiscent smile solidly on Rosella's face.

So come on in, take a load off, try the food, have a drink; if you're feeling so inspired, head on over to the open space cleared near the band and try to catch a pretty partner for a dance. And if you're looking for Rosella, well, she'll be behind the bar practicing her drink-mixing and taking the time out to chat with anyone willing to stop and say hello.

Comments

[hallucinamber]

[There's a small halo of cleared space around one stool pulled up near to the stage, as if the crowds know without warning that its occupant wouldn't take well to jostling.

Though she looks entirely placid, watching the band.

She's waiting.]

OTA, fourth walling encouraged!

[spotlighted]

Ever since Ruby had arrived in the city, she'd heard about the Blue Light - even had a couple of people recommend that she enquire into work there - and it had only been a matter of time before she stopped in. She'd gone in now to escape from just how busy the city had become today, relaxing at a table with a glass of scotch in front of her, nodding her head along in time to the band, the familiarity of the style of music making her feel at home in a way that not much in the city did.

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[team_captain]

[They were supposed to meet here almost an hour ago, but that's Rosella for you - always late.

Anyway, he's got a soda and is tapping his foot to the music and looking altogether young and impressionable.]

[worldhopper]

[She's not that late. She just lost track of time, that's all. There were shoes, okay? Shoes are serious business.

The bell jingles on the door, and in she comes, heels on the flooring clicking like rapidfire the whole way.]

I'm not late!

[team_captain]

[He stands up and presses a kiss to her cheek, his hand at the small of her back as he ushers her to her seat]

You're late.

[worldhopper]

[GRANDMOTHER APPROVED.]

Not that late.

[team_captain]

Late enough.

[But he's already pushing a cola her way]

[worldhopper]

I'll concede fashionably late. But only because I could hardly be late any other way.

[She shoots him a grin and accepts the cola.]

[team_captain]

I hope you're never unfashionably late.

It's all right. I've been enjoying the music, anyway.

[threadmagic]

[THIS IS KING MENDANBAR.

OF THE ENCHANTED FOREST.

MAN, HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A GUY LOOKING AS KINGLY AS THAT.]

[cadet]

[ it's not easy being green, especially when you're trying to find your way around some antediluvian city. or what appeared to be some antediluvian terran city... ]

[universaltranslator]

[Uhura's been wandering around the City, looking for any kind of familiar face.

Gaila, not even Spock's face could be more welcome than yours.]

Gaila?!

[cadet]

Uhura? [ even caught off guard like that, gaila wouldn't dare betray her friend's trust by uttering the name she refuses to hand over to anyone aloud in a space where someone might here. and even though she's a few yards away from the nearest body, there was no telling what sort of hearing capabilities that person possessed. human. she thinks. they look human, at least, but appearance have been known to be deceiving. ]

Didn't realize we were having a post-battle banquet in - wherever this is.

[universaltranslator]

[Well, let's be fair. It's not anyone who can't get her first name. Just one James Tiberius Kirk.

Uhura runs forward and grabs her friend in a tight hug.]

It's so good to see you!

[She takes a deep breath. This is not going to be easy.]

This isn't a banquet. We're trapped in another dimension.

[cadet]

[ the hug's returned, but she furrows her brow in appropriate confusion at uhura's explanation. she didn't recall any anomalies or announcements about the ship being pulled into anything... then again, she'd been down in the bowls of the ship, assisting with some engineering problems, and might not have heard the klaxons or the captain's announcement over the ship-wide comm system. ]

How? Does Starfleet know we're here?

[universaltranslator]

I'm not sure, but I don't think so. Let's grab a seat.

[Uhura leads them over to a quiet corner.]

This is a place called the City. People are pulled here from all different worlds and universes. Nobody knows how or by who or for what purpose.

[countrydoctor]

[Don't mind this guy, he's just looking for a quiet place to have a drink and avoid the crowds until--

Is that an Orion girl? Usually he doesn't start imagining those until he's a few whiskeys in, which means that he's probably not imagining her.]

Not to be rude, Miss, but are you an Orion?

[cadet]

No, on Sundays we wear green. [ sarcasm. apologies, doctor mccoy, but she's heard it all after getting her fair share of flack for being one of the only orions at the academy. ]

[countrydoctor]

Don't get your dander up, now. [There's a hint of apology in his tone. Offending young women of any species isn't his favorite thing.] In a place like this, it doesn't do to be too certain of anything.

[cadet]

[ the way you talk, sir, is exceedingly familiar. as are those blue eyes of yours. huh. ]

Alternate dimension, right?

[countrydoctor]

Well, I'm sure not from this one.

[notlow]

[Okay, so there is an issue in that he hasn't scored any pot yet, there wasn't any on him when he wound up here, and the buzz he's got left isn't going to last that much longer.

But, the bar is a good place to hang out until his Asian accomplice shows. Besides, he can totally justify taking a time out to check out the crowds.

By which, of course, we mean the ladies.]

[sohigh]

[So not a lady. Deal with it.

Harold looks frazzled when he drops onto the stool next to Kumar's. His greeting is less than genial.]

Asshole.

[But his attention is easily directed elsewhere. How is every woman in this bar a ten? Like, porn star gorgeous, and not the hinky kind of porn star.]

You were right. The women here aren't ugly.

[notlow]

[Oh good, Asian accomplice. Finally. He shrugs off the "asshole" because that's standard.

And because seriously, those are some more important matters.]

Didn't I say so? Like I would lie about something like that.

[sohigh]

Okay, so we're surrounded by gorgeous women. What now?

[Because Harold sucks at talking to women. Make magic happen, Kumar.]