multiversallogs | open post ● we're about to get up and burn this floor

Who: Everyone.
What: The Grand Re-Opening of the Gravity Falls Station.
Where: Babylon.
When: Veerdi to Sukkardi.
Notes: Party post!!! Go nuts y'all.
Warnings: Probable alcohol (and drug?) use. Flag stuff in subject titles if it needs a warning and I'll edit it up in here.

It's clear from the first moment anyone even gets on the Skyrail tonight that the Stratosphere Entertainment Group's pricey investment is going to pay off - every rail car is crowded with people decked out and excited for the event. To natives of Baedal, the idea of a holiday is days off work, maybe some camping - escape is alien, a little frightening, and completely thrilling. Even when the Gravity Falls station had hosted other venues, it was nothing so ambitious as to capture the imaginations of the city as a whole. And to immigrants to the city who no longer have the luxury of even simple trips out of town - well, it's priceless. A bittersweet but suddenly vital excursion.

Doors open just as the sun begins to set, the light reflecting off the water of the ocean illuminating the great floating platform as if the entire sky was on fire, before slipping into deep purple then black, the ceiling of their experience dotted with brilliant stars. Staff members wrangling the hazards of the first night are anxious but excited, kind and helpful even if they end up frazzled by the overwhelming turnout. There is security, all sporting neon purple shirts with lion logos, but even by their own admission, they're only there to breakup fights - and even they're smiling all night, too.

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He nods. "Yeah. It takes away your sense of hope, too. That's what keeps you going sometimes, that idea of what if or maybe someday. But losing someone like that..."

He can't quite bring himself to say the words, but the way he feels, he's just not sure he can maybe someday with someone else now. Not when the wound is still so fresh.

"That's one of the terrible things about this place. The way it separates people from the people they need."

"Some people get home, though, I hear." She doesn't want to hit a sensitive spot; after all, she can't go home. But she's not sure if it's something he might view as possible. She doesn't quite make it a question.

"They do," he confirms. "He did. My friend."

"You don't think it's possible you will?"

"I don't know," Jim admits. "He came and went twice. I've been here a year, now." It feels like he'll never go home.

"I guess you can't count on going, either way. You have to try and make it work here as long as you're here. However long or short that is." You couldn't live a life waiting for something that might or might not happen.

He's quiet a moment, and then he smiles, faint, almost wistful.

"I guess I'd lost sight of that. Thank you."

She returns the smile, a little more subdued but more genuine. "No problem. Easier to get perspective from outside, I guess."

He nods, thinking just how much he used to rely on Bones to be his outside opinion, his devil's advocate, his self-appointed arbiter of Jim, goddammit, that's stupid.

"Yeah. It is."

"Well. Now that I've pried into your personal life, I guess we could get another drink. Or dance, if you'd rather."

"I should warn you," he says, straightening up in his seat, his former good humor returning, "that I'm a terrible dancer. But I don't let that stop me."

She grins. "That's alright, I'm fast. I don't think you'll catch my feet, even if you try." Which he presumably... won't? That came out weird, but she shrugs it off. "I don't know any formal dances, though, I'm mainly for sort of jumping back and forth to something loud."

"Hey, no way!" He's full on grinning now, not even trying to hide the mischief in it. "That's exactly the way I dance! We'll be fine. You ready or you want another drink first?"

"Dance, I think. Maybe another drink after?" She's surprised herself by how much she likes his company in particular. It's been nice, having someone to talk to.

"I'd like that."

He rises to his feet, playfully offering his arm. "Shall we?"

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