(too late) you're at the party

[scouserer]

[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.

First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]

meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.

A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.

But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]

Comments

[scythegun]

They're delightful, aren't they? There are so many of these things I wish we had in Terca Lumireis... Like laser tag!

[Aaaaand here's some vanilla syrup as well?? Sure. Here you go, one drink that will probably not kill you immediately, but will be just a bit too goddamn sweet.]

[sivard]

Unfortunately, I think my desire for laser tag has been dampened considerably.

[And he just sort of. Stares at the coffee for a moment before tentatively taking a sip.

Oh.

Oh dear.]

It's, uh... you like a lot of sugar in your coffee don't you?

[scythegun]

Not really, actually.

[i am so sorry, zaveid. he just inflicted this terror on you because he could.]

[sivard]

Oh, uh.

Well, it's a very interesting drink!

[He's trying so hard not to be ungrateful.]

[scythegun]

I appreciate your efforts, Zaveid, truly. But you don't have to pretend, I know it's awful! I just wanted to see how you'd react~

[Here, he'll even start fixing something that isn't a total disaster, just for you.]

[sivard]

[Well, in that case, he lets out a relieved sigh.]

I don't understand the purpose of all of those syrups in coffee. Sure, for a mixed drink, I'd enjoy it.

[But raspberry in coffee?? Eugh. The Captain's tastes are gross.]

I guess they're out so people can be... inventive.

[At least it wasn't poisoned!]

[scythegun]

That seems to be it, ja! I'm sure there are all sorts of fascinating combinations you can make... but you can also make horrifying abominations, and that's charming.

[...this is why we don't let yeager do art]

Here you go, this one should be better. You have my thanks for playing along~

[It's actually a totally normal cup of coffee! Add whatever you'd like to it, go wild.]

[sivard]

[He takes a... very tentative sip before confirming that it is, indeed, a completely normal cup of coffee.]

Now this hits the spot!

[scythegun]

I did make sure to learn some useful things here~

[Only some........]

[sivard]

At least we've got some good drinks here.

[He hates all those weird sweet carbonated drinks!!]

[scythegun]

I'll be sure not to inflict any more sugary horrors on you in the future~

[sivard]

[Please don't give him any more of that!!]

What do you make of some of the things the Captain said today?

Like that thing he said to Jones.

[Major subject change!]

[scythegun]

About "owning" him? Hmm.

[He has a pretty damn good idea of what it is, but it's something he hasn't had the opportunity to confirm yet, since he spent the entire week being a goddamn mess regarding the motive.]

I think the Captain genuinely believes that. There's a way he's able to keep Mr. Jones working for him, despite Mr. Jones really not liking the job.

[sivard]

It's gotta be something big.

[As far as Zaveid's concerned, it's got to be far bigger than blackmail alone.]

[scythegun]

Ja, I think it must be.

[Just wait until the meeting!!]