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exsiliumlogs2013-08-10 10:54 pm
tragicomedienne) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-10 10:54 pm
[OPEN] insert generic birthday song because nobody bought the happy birthday rights
Date and Time: August 8th, evening
Location: The Nora Cafe
Characters: Nanami Kiryuu and YOU(???) also Snow Villiers, Oerba Yun Fang, Tsubomi Hanasaki, Rise Kujikawa...all may make an appearance.
Summary: It's a party! A birthday party, precisely. Nanami wants to enforce the no-entry-without-a-gift rule, but that fell through pretty quickly.
After arrangements were made, her network post would have been updated with details. If your character would have seen it, consider it an open invitation!
Feel free to start your own threads, tag other people, hop around! There's food and some kind of cafe entertainment and Nanami will be weaving in and out. Starters are prose but bracket it up too if you want!
Rating and Warnings: G/PG probably; none I can think of.
A:
The decorations covering the cafe aren't nearly as tacky as they could have been, but there are a lot of them. The usual average (if slightly mismatched) tropical theme has been overwhelmed by streamers, balloons, and other traditional decorative trappings (those that can be found within the city, anyway).
If you're here now, congratulations! You arrived early enough for Nanami herself to make her arrival, and you've had time to scope out the food and cake situation.
This is the first of two grand entrances Nanami has planned for the evening. The second, providing Tsubomi hasn't turned everything into a burlap sack, will be the debut of her new one-of-a-kind dress. Feeling a lot better about her life and prospects (and nothing thinking at all about how horrible her not-birthday in Louisiana had turned out), and unsuspecting Nanami comes down from the back rooms and opens the door out into the cafe proper, mouth open to issue her greeting.
A cloud of confetti descends unexpectedly from nowhere, snowing down and building up on the top of her head like a salt pile. Snow's final decorative flourish.
Nanami freezes, then splutters out in surprise, blowing away a stream of confetti that somehow wound up stuck to her lips.
"Who did this?!"
Everything is ruined, for a moment.
B:
After the bad confetti idea has been done away with and cleaned up, there are still hours of partying to be had. There's food laid out at the bar and a cake (outsourced) to be brought in once things have gotten into full swing. Tacky party hats and other favors, while harder to come by than decorations in town, are also available.
It is, without the doubt, the least sophisticated party Nanami has ever attended or hosted.
As for the birthday girl herself, she can be found any number of places around the cafe. By now, she's cleaned most of the confetti from her blonde hair, but pieces of it still cling to her as if carrying the memories of happier birthdays past: a piece stuck to the her earlobe, glittery hearts nestled into her braid where she couldn't spot them in the mirror. In one hand she carries a tiny plate of assorted finger foods, and will occasionally lift something with a toothpick to scrutinize it.
She's a decent hostess, when she can be, so she'll probably get around to most people while making her rounds - providing she's not approached first.
Location: The Nora Cafe
Characters: Nanami Kiryuu and YOU(???) also Snow Villiers, Oerba Yun Fang, Tsubomi Hanasaki, Rise Kujikawa...all may make an appearance.
Summary: It's a party! A birthday party, precisely. Nanami wants to enforce the no-entry-without-a-gift rule, but that fell through pretty quickly.
After arrangements were made, her network post would have been updated with details. If your character would have seen it, consider it an open invitation!
Feel free to start your own threads, tag other people, hop around! There's food and some kind of cafe entertainment and Nanami will be weaving in and out. Starters are prose but bracket it up too if you want!
Rating and Warnings: G/PG probably; none I can think of.
A:
The decorations covering the cafe aren't nearly as tacky as they could have been, but there are a lot of them. The usual average (if slightly mismatched) tropical theme has been overwhelmed by streamers, balloons, and other traditional decorative trappings (those that can be found within the city, anyway).
If you're here now, congratulations! You arrived early enough for Nanami herself to make her arrival, and you've had time to scope out the food and cake situation.
This is the first of two grand entrances Nanami has planned for the evening. The second, providing Tsubomi hasn't turned everything into a burlap sack, will be the debut of her new one-of-a-kind dress. Feeling a lot better about her life and prospects (and nothing thinking at all about how horrible her not-birthday in Louisiana had turned out), and unsuspecting Nanami comes down from the back rooms and opens the door out into the cafe proper, mouth open to issue her greeting.
A cloud of confetti descends unexpectedly from nowhere, snowing down and building up on the top of her head like a salt pile. Snow's final decorative flourish.
Nanami freezes, then splutters out in surprise, blowing away a stream of confetti that somehow wound up stuck to her lips.
"Who did this?!"
Everything is ruined, for a moment.
B:
After the bad confetti idea has been done away with and cleaned up, there are still hours of partying to be had. There's food laid out at the bar and a cake (outsourced) to be brought in once things have gotten into full swing. Tacky party hats and other favors, while harder to come by than decorations in town, are also available.
It is, without the doubt, the least sophisticated party Nanami has ever attended or hosted.
As for the birthday girl herself, she can be found any number of places around the cafe. By now, she's cleaned most of the confetti from her blonde hair, but pieces of it still cling to her as if carrying the memories of happier birthdays past: a piece stuck to the her earlobe, glittery hearts nestled into her braid where she couldn't spot them in the mirror. In one hand she carries a tiny plate of assorted finger foods, and will occasionally lift something with a toothpick to scrutinize it.
She's a decent hostess, when she can be, so she'll probably get around to most people while making her rounds - providing she's not approached first.