I. Rock Around The Clock
Being that this party is for the opening of a music store, it makes sense that the main feature of the night is a dance floor! Music from throughout the 1950s will be playing, both in the store itself as well as the large loft above that has been converted into a miniature sockhop for everyone in attendence. Records and streamers hang from the ceilings and there is a lot of black, white, and pink to be seen. There's also a small stage in one corner set up for anyone brave enough to pick up one of the guitars that usually adorn the shop downstairs, as well as several microphone stands that are hooked up to a karaoke machine. Come in and dance the night away! Anyone wearing era-appropriate attire will random prizes.
II. All Shook Up
Being that this is a Magnus party, there is a wide range of cocktails to sample being made at the open bar. Most of them are were what was popular at the time—Manhattans, Old Fashioneds, the classic Gin & Tonic—but requests for specialty drinks are being taken as well. There are also, in true 50s style, milkshakes that are creamy enough to tempt even those who would usually try to resist. But there's a twist: they're alcoholic. None will be served to minors, but it's totally possible that the adults won't realized their delicious treats are spiked until after they've had their second (or third) glass. Also, though the upper loft is well-lit for dancing, the first-floor store has plenty of dark corners for making bad decisions. So grab your honey, grab a drink, and enjoy the night together.
III. Tutti Frutti
Half of the upper loft is dedicated to refreshments as well as boasting furniture looks like it was ripped from a diner—you guessed it, chrome with red vinyl upholstery. A table along one wall is ladden with miniature versions of popular diner food— cheeseburgers, hot dogs, even tuna melts—as well as french fries and plenty of other finger food. And, because this is the 1950s, there's jello. Lots of jello. So much jello that it's insane, how can anyone love jello this much? Luckily, if you don't go ape over gelatine-based desserts, there are also record-shaped cookies and non-alcoholic milkshakes for the kiddies. Seeing as this is a small town with families, and thus minors, there are plenty of drink options for those who aren't yet old enough to drink or who prefer not to.
IV. La Bamba
No invite is necessary, IC or OOC, for anyone who'd like to jump in and join the party! It's safe to assume that flyers have been up around town to announce the time and place. Hopefully, with enough people in attendance throughout the night, there's plenty of chances to make friends (or maybe enemies). Feel free to choose your own adventure, and don't worry about boundaries—if it doesn't break the game, it won't break this party post! But be aware that your hosts, one of whom is a warlock and the other a demon hunter, won't stand for any altercations inside the store. Instead, maybe take it outside if the mood or your ex-girlfriend strike you. If you'd like to assume that you're helping run the party—bartending, music playing, etc—go nuts and have fun!
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pineslog2017-05-14 04:01 pm
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Era-appropriate attire? Well. She's at least got the right century, which is to say, she's dressed like the nineties. In her current state, Aloy's memories are a bit of a mess, and trying to work out the proper thing to wear when she's already got two separate senses of "appropriate clothing," neither of which agrees with the other. Trying to work out a particular decade is just not worth the trouble. She's tried to look a little nice, though, with leggings under a short grey dress and shoes that aren't boots and a rather smart tan-coloured short leather jacket and an assortment of beads she found in her house. It appeals to her sense of taste, anyway, and that's good enough.
Still, clothing is mostly not important. The atmosphere of the party is familiar, in that she feels she's seen something like it before, and unfamiliar in that she also feels that it's not something she's seen frequently. It seems, too, that dancing isn't something Aloy learned to do in either set of memories, too busy training, or studying, or working, or something else that had seemed important. That doesn't mean she's not enjoying herself, though. Aloy takes a good place at the edge of things, hands folded behind her back as she leans against the wall, and just drinks it in with a pleased little expression, if a slightly overwhelmed one.
Oh, and clapping for the karaoke singers. Even if they're not good.
II.
The milkshake was too much to resist. So sweet, so creamy, so cold and perfect and unfamiliar. Chocolate is a recent discovery -- at least, comparing to the memories she suspects are real -- and the milkshake she orders is a ridiculous towering confection with chocolate ice cream and chocolate chips and whipped cream, and it's pretty much the greatest thing she's ever eaten in her life.
It's just a shame that when she gets two thirds of the way through it, the alcohol she hadn't realised she was drinking and is mostly unused to catches up to her. Aloy rather gingerly makes her way to a table in a corner, and lays her head down on it, next to the milkshake she would really like to finish, actually, waiting for her head to settle down.
Maybe it won't hurt to drink the rest of the milkshake.
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The jello is what throws her off.
Most of the food is straightforward. Sausage or meat or fish in bread with cheese, potatoes fried in a really lovely way, these are all things that are delicious and made of things she recognises in one form or another. And also, french fries are great.
But jello? It's with the food. She's seen people eating it. It does not appear to be any food product she's ever seen, or even look like any food she's seen.
Aloy will lean over to someone at the table, nudging them gently with her elbow to get their attention. "This probably sounds like a stupid question," she says, holding up a dish of jello. "But what is this?"
II
Taking a seat next to her, he eyes the milkshake and wonders if perhaps she hadn't been aware of its alcoholic nature. "Hey there, are you alright?" he asks, reaching out to gently rest a hand on her shoulder.
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That had better not be the case.
"It tastes so good, though."
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Glancing at the remainder of the milkshake next to her, he reaches out and slowly pushes it away. "There are some without alcohol if you're determined to continue drinking milkshakes. I'd suggest some water first, though."
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She grits her teeth and stands, but overestimates the amount of effort she needs and just ends up banging the table under her outstretched hands; she grimaces, and sits back down.
"I need a minute first," she says, rubbing her temples.
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Offering it to her, he leans back in his chair as some concern drains away. She's sitting, she's got water, he doesn't need to hover. "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Magnus Bane."
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Just Aloy. Because the question of her surname, or lack thereof, is... complicated, just at present, even when she isn't unexpectedly drunk. She wraps her hands around the glass of water, and holds it for a moment before taking a drink. She didn't see where it came from, true, but she also doesn't trust her judgement very much right now.
"I don't know why people do this on purpose," she mutters.
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"What, drink alcohol? It can be quite enjoyable once you're used to it."
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She prefers to run head-on into them, preferably armed. But no one gave her a choice about that, lately. "Nothing gets solved. The problem's still there when you're drunk."
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