( open ) time is tickin' I cannot waste it love

[scarcastically]

CHARACTERS: Erik Stevens + Everyone / Mingle! I’m not the boss of you.
LOCATION: Open Field near ish the Palace
DATE: Sometime in July
CONTENT: Party, drinks, dancing.
WARNINGS: N/A


( i. party hats )

[ this had been the stupidest condition of his goal, but it’s a doable one so erik handles it the way he would handle any kind of mission; single-mindedly. he gets to work and makes a couple of dozen party hats of various colours and size. some might seem too small, others too big, a few that are just right, no he doesn’t accept constructive criticism. ]

Just put the damn thing on, it won’t kill you.

( ii. food and stuff )

[ unfortunately there are constraints. if they were back in usa, setting up the supplies of food and drink would be a cinch. however, he’s working with fantasy asian cuisine, out of which he knows half of. still, his position as a nobleman’s attendant gave him a hefty salary and he put it to good use. there are plenty of caskets of booze, all the kinds he could find and various eateries and snacks. some from the palace, others he cobbled together with the use of their kitchen like basic butter cookies and wafers.

eat, drink, he’s not here to card you kids ]

( iii. dancing )

[ and of course, there’s music. lively music, slow tunes. erik managed to hire a band (like three people on instruments but details). the sun was setting, the breeze was cool and maybe for a brief moment, you want to enjoy yourself. give up your worries for a day. the light hits the flowers, giving the scenery a warm orange glow.

grab a partner and have a little fun. ]

Comments

[scarcastically]

[ erik could be mean. he's tempted because this is dangerous. getting people close is dangerous.

but he's alive. there's no more people to fight. what would he choose to do? ]

. . . Guess I do.

[winscenario]

Good.

[ He’d have been admittedly disappointed if Erik had chosen to be mean or tell him otherwise. Especially since he’d be fairly sure it would be a load of crap. ]

That’s always an auspicious start.

[scarcastically]

[ but where will it lead to? ]

This is the place for it. We're all workin' on ourselves here.

[winscenario]

Or for ourselves. Depends on what each of us is more focused on here.

[ Jim's more focused on helping in any way he can, particularly when it comes to everyone else's survival for however long they're here. Can't be much of a surprise to Erik at this point. ]

[scarcastically]

Or that.

[ he shrugs. ]

It's all kinda vague anyway.

[winscenario]

Guess we're ll all going in pretty blind, aren't we?

[ He smiles. ] Well, at least none of us are alone.

[scarcastically]

[ not alone, huh. ]

You think so? We're pretty disjointed as a group.

[winscenario]

I didn't say we were coordinated in any way whatsoever, but no one here has to deal with this on their own. So there is that.

[ Hold that thought, Jim... ]

[scarcastically]

Let's hope it stays that way.

[winscenario]

So do I.

[ He smiles. ] That said, I should probably let you get back to your party. I'm going to hog all your time otherwise.

[scarcastically]

[ erik gives one last squeeze before pulling back with a wink. ]

Maybe later then.

[winscenario]

[ A slight arch of his eyebrow, and he answers in an amused yet pleased tone. ] I'll look forward to it.

[scarcastically]

Likewise.

[ and he means it, oddly enough. ]