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The future's gonna be out of this world [Text / Mingle]
Date: [December 26th (Text), December 31st/January 1st (Log)]
Characters: Network - [Russell's number], Log: Open]
Network: Open Invitation (Mostly)
[In the late hours of the 26th, around 9pm, an emoji-filled text message goes up courtesy of Russell typing his number into his phone again.]
I've decided we're having a party at the flat
If you can read this and your a friend
Or a friend of a friend
You're invited to celebrate the new year and decade
...if your name has 'evil' in it you're not invited
The rest of you! Come party!! 🎉⌛🎉
[There's more celebratory emoji at the end, starting with party poppers and confetti in place of a string of exclamation points, followed by various crossed-circle Nos and radioactive signs and villainous faces to emphasize his other point. Just in case an alien got this and chose to pretend he couldn't read it.]
Mingle: Quite A Normal Party
It all started as a normal, relaxing party idea. Russell's Christmas holidays turned out a little bit stressful, thanks to multiple visits to family where people expressed concern for him. Was money tight, some asked, was his new job not paying enough? Were the doctors sure he was in good health, others whispered in private asides? Well, just have another portion then, someone insisted at every house, and stay over for a big breakfast tomorrow. Reassuring family monopolized the three days, and come the night of the 26th he returned to the flat with every intention of not leaving for a week... but maybe, he mentioned to Walter, having friends visit instead.
So when Walter and Russell had the idea, and Russell posted to the network with a mostly-open invitation, they planned on a "normal" night of it; streaming normal movies, eating normal popcorn, trying to put the insanity of mice and sharks and everything else out of mind. Maybe that plan lasted for most of the days before New Year's Eve, or maybe it fell apart during the network chatter. Whenever it ended, it ended with Russell having second thoughts about the appeal of normalcy
After all, he might have said on the network but definitely said aloud, pacing up and down the hallway of the flat, talking whether he had an audience or not... they were none of them normal, and by now willingly so. After all, he emphasized, if any of them really couldn't bear what was happening, they could move! Some already had! Those still here, whether they admitted it or not, were accepting the strangeness. Choosing it. They might as well come out and say fuck it, we're strange, at least with each other.
(It isn't that simple for everyone, of course, between family obligations and financial limitations. But Russell has his biases.)
In the spirit of embracing it, by the time of the planned party, there's decorations all over the living room, kitchen, and washroom. Streamers and balloons of greens and yellows, grays and blacks, with cartoonish UFOs and aliens all over the place. An aesthetic like this all over. Some of them even say Happy Birthday, because in a manner of speaking it's a birthday for the planet, right? Or at least the calendar.
There's a decent spread of food between some home-cooked things and mostly some store-bought party platters, plus one plate meant more for the canine variety of people. And there's a Russell loitering around near the entrance, quick to open it and greet anyone who comes to visit - maybe even before they knock? (Walter may be giving him a head's up when people are coming).
[If your characters stop by the party, feel free to write top-levels for mingling with each other - this is meant as an open post for everyone! (Except Mr. Evil)]
Characters: Network - [Russell's number], Log: Open]
Network: Open Invitation (Mostly)
[In the late hours of the 26th, around 9pm, an emoji-filled text message goes up courtesy of Russell typing his number into his phone again.]
I've decided we're having a party at the flat
If you can read this and your a friend
Or a friend of a friend
You're invited to celebrate the new year and decade
...if your name has 'evil' in it you're not invited
The rest of you! Come party!! 🎉⌛🎉
[There's more celebratory emoji at the end, starting with party poppers and confetti in place of a string of exclamation points, followed by various crossed-circle Nos and radioactive signs and villainous faces to emphasize his other point. Just in case an alien got this and chose to pretend he couldn't read it.]
Mingle: Quite A Normal Party
It all started as a normal, relaxing party idea. Russell's Christmas holidays turned out a little bit stressful, thanks to multiple visits to family where people expressed concern for him. Was money tight, some asked, was his new job not paying enough? Were the doctors sure he was in good health, others whispered in private asides? Well, just have another portion then, someone insisted at every house, and stay over for a big breakfast tomorrow. Reassuring family monopolized the three days, and come the night of the 26th he returned to the flat with every intention of not leaving for a week... but maybe, he mentioned to Walter, having friends visit instead.
So when Walter and Russell had the idea, and Russell posted to the network with a mostly-open invitation, they planned on a "normal" night of it; streaming normal movies, eating normal popcorn, trying to put the insanity of mice and sharks and everything else out of mind. Maybe that plan lasted for most of the days before New Year's Eve, or maybe it fell apart during the network chatter. Whenever it ended, it ended with Russell having second thoughts about the appeal of normalcy
After all, he might have said on the network but definitely said aloud, pacing up and down the hallway of the flat, talking whether he had an audience or not... they were none of them normal, and by now willingly so. After all, he emphasized, if any of them really couldn't bear what was happening, they could move! Some already had! Those still here, whether they admitted it or not, were accepting the strangeness. Choosing it. They might as well come out and say fuck it, we're strange, at least with each other.
(It isn't that simple for everyone, of course, between family obligations and financial limitations. But Russell has his biases.)
In the spirit of embracing it, by the time of the planned party, there's decorations all over the living room, kitchen, and washroom. Streamers and balloons of greens and yellows, grays and blacks, with cartoonish UFOs and aliens all over the place. An aesthetic like this all over. Some of them even say Happy Birthday, because in a manner of speaking it's a birthday for the planet, right? Or at least the calendar.
There's a decent spread of food between some home-cooked things and mostly some store-bought party platters, plus one plate meant more for the canine variety of people. And there's a Russell loitering around near the entrance, quick to open it and greet anyone who comes to visit - maybe even before they knock? (Walter may be giving him a head's up when people are coming).
[If your characters stop by the party, feel free to write top-levels for mingling with each other - this is meant as an open post for everyone! (Except Mr. Evil)]
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"This is absolutely brilliant! Happy New Year!"
Ever the social butterfly, Sadie flits between chatting to all the Numbered who had also come and generally just being very upbeat despite the slight tired circles around her eyes.
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One of the coat hangers is already in use, the better to tie one of the green alien balloons from, but that can be moved easily enough.
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a handwaved answer since it's not conclusive ooc :P
The few windows are curtained, today, after all. The better to ensure privacy for those who might have hats to remove.
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Should she accept, he has his legs criss-crossed, but there is a seat available next to him on furniture.
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"Always," She delicately settles down on Ben's crossed legs, ignoring the free seat in favour of more physical comfort from Ben, "How are you doing, its been a while since we had so many of us in the same place?"
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At her question, he briefly glances across the party, then looks to her directly, “Pretty good actually. Kind of feels like another family gathering for the holidays.” Over the course since the aurora, he has come to care very much for the other Numbered, and he is so much closer to his cousin and friend than he had ever anticipated.
“How are you holding up?”
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"I'm alright, a little tired but there's so many people here that I can't help but feel pretty energetic. I'll probably crash later but I'm having fun."
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“You extroverts are so strange,” he teases with a bit more teeth showing in his smile as he winds both arms around her now. Sadie would already know Benjiro will make certain she gets home safely, no matter how late the party runs.
“....so Walter and I were talking earlier. What do you think about us making a secret base for all the Numbered?”