A toast to that invincible bunch [OPEN]

[primogen_vampirate]

Who: Mina and YOU
What: A "thank God we're not dead" party
Where: Common Room, Valhalla Inn
When: Wednesday evening
Notes: Party log; please specify if you're tagging someone in particular, or if it's open season on your character
Warnings: Angering Mina probably results in unhappiness

There were two things Mina rarely did; over-indulge and wear dresses. Tonight, she decided, was a night to throw both inhibitions to the wind. And so, as she made her way up to the common room, she made her way in style, wearing a slinky crimson gown with no back and a plunging neckline. She looked good. Classy, as any society woman of her day. Well, the 1930s, anyway, since she would always consider her day to be the 1720s, really. The only drawback of the dress was that it left both her pirate brand and her Valkyrien Amazon tattoo uncovered, but at this point, Mina was fairly certain that no one would recognize or care about either marking.

The room had been arranged to her satisfaction. She enjoyed ostentation immensely, but opted for a more low-key take on the celebrations. The lights were pleasantly dimmed and there was jazz music playing out of some marvelous contraption that Mina had borrowed. Around the room, she had a few trays of food arranged. Since Mina had no sense of taste to speak of, she hired someone to take care of the food and drinks. The only culinary arrangement she had made for herself was a special mixed drink; store-bought blood (dreadful though it was) laced with ample amounts of rum. That was being kept under a table for now.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the angle of her fedora slightly. There was no telling what to expect tonight. And frankly, given her experiences in Chicago, she probably should have known better to arrange for any kind of public affair. But Mina was in a bad mood and when she was in a bad mood, she tended to revert into her flippant, false persona to spare herself of too much thought. Besides, she was in the mood to dance with someone handsome.

Comments

[51stcentury]

He does notice those two things. He's very perceptive when it comes to people. He flashes her another broad, matinee idol smile and repeats her name. "Njoki Rainmaker, huh? That's a name, there. Any idea why you'd feel the need to point out the fact you're from Earth, then?" he asks. "I mean. People usually do say where they're from, but usually it's more along the lines of Chicago or London..."

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"You had a look outside?" Originally, Njoki had introduced herself as from Quebec, but now that she's starting to get a handle on how varied and unusual the local population is 'Earth' seemed a better choice. "Might as well start broad and narrow in. Although, if they don't know Earth, they won't know Chicago or London either, I guess. But I'm from Quebec. Montreal, even."

[51stcentury]

"Montreal, huh?" he asks, with a smile. "Canada. Gotta love Canada. Never got to visit for very long, but times I have been there..." He winks. "Priceless."

"I'm coming here from Wales. Cardiff, if you want specifics." He cocks his head. "You know, it's weird to say, but it feels good to talk to someone from at least the same planet you're from, you know?"

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jack, you should be very careful when you connect Montreal with Canada; it's far safer to smile and say something lovely about la belle province.

"Not that strange. Even if we're from different places or times, the odds are that we've at least a vague knowledge of how the other sees the world." Of course, Njoki could be stuck here with an elderly gentleman from mainland China in the 1300's. "And we're a friendly people, of course you had a good time."

[51stcentury]

What can he say? He's not from around those parts. Or any parts to do with Earth, if he were to be honest about it, but he gets by fairly well, all considered.

"I try to make it a habit of having a good time wherever I go," he said, "although this place..." He trails off, his smile fading for a moment, before it's plastered on again like a brand new movie poster up. "It's definitely given me a go for my money already."

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"Has it? How?" At this point, she's been in Baedal less than a day and the openness of the xenian population has floored her. She's not quite ready to out herself, but she is a little more comfortable being seen as 'other'.

[51stcentury]

"There was...well. Some sort of creature invasion not too long ago. I take it that you haven't been here very long, if you weren't around for that," he said, looking at her curiously.

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

Njoki raises an eyebrow before asking for clarification, "When you say 'invasion' do you mean a lot of ladybugs or a lot of little green men with ray guns?"

Either option could be possible, who knows?

[51stcentury]

"I mean," Jack clarifies, "swarms of birds that can't be killed, crazy monkey things... Pretty much what it sounds like. Although I guess a more accurate word would be 'infestation'," he said, thoughtfully.

[aldabeyoun.livejournal.com]

"...huh." It's not that she doesn't believe him, but that she's surprised something so odd would be out in the open. "Well, shit, that's troubling."

[51stcentury]

Jack snorts. "You can say that again," he says, shaking his head. "I'm not sure what to make of it. I mean, this place isn't exactly on the outskirts of some sort of animal reserve or anything. I don't even know where they come from."