(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

[jibunwo]

Which, while not impossible, is unlikely at this point in time. Given what little we know, I'm confident in the assumption that was our cavalier Captain and no other.

[sivard]

...It figures he'd be the sort of person to flaunt around barefoot.

[jibunwo]

I almost dread seeing what he thinks passes for a sense of fashion.

[he said, in a purple suit, cape, and mask.]

[sivard]

[Zaveid gives him a once over, but somehow doesn't comment on the obvious.]

If the fashion around here is anything to go by, it's... not great.

[jibunwo]

[at least he's color-coordinated]

No, perhaps not. If only that were the least of our concerns.

[sivard]

It does... tell us something about him, though.

He doesn't seem like someone who cares about getting mess, or to worry about potential injuries.

[Why were his feet bare?? Seriously!]

[jibunwo]

It does, now that you mention it. Maybe the cavalier act is less an act than I thought; perhaps he really doesn’t care all that much, and with powers like his that only increases how dangerous he is.

[sivard]

Here I was thinking it was an act, too.

This makes it harder to predict what he's going to do, I think.