[ open ] birthday time!

[picky]

WHO: Marcille, Ryoji, and YOU!
WHAT: A party for the April (and May) birthdays!
WHERE: LILICO Game Center in Akihabara
WHEN: April 20th
WARNINGS: TBA

No matter who you are, you receive a text early in the morning from Ryoji (memors):

Good morning! Did you know it's a special someone's birthday today? Actually, we have several birthdays to celebrate, so join us today at the LILICO Game Center! There will be cake! Lots and *lots* of cake. Hope to see you there!

This is an open log, so feel free to tag out or top level or respond to the prompts below. Have fun!

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THE AFTERPARTY.

[picky]

Once the arcade festivities are over and night falls, the party will move over to a nearby restaurant-bar area in Akihabara. Assume it serves the usual Neo Tokyo plates and drinks, although unfortunately not for free! You'll have to foot the bill yourself, or if you're feeling generous, pay for other people's!

Everyone is encouraged to mingle and wind down. Are you comfortable with people knowing about your birthday? Do you think celebrating is appropriate, given the situation? Are you happy to have a distraction? Much to think about!

[ignoreher]

[ mm. her favorite part of celebrations... food and drink, though malkuth is being So Careful not to drink alcohol tonight. it's one thing to do it on a date with someone, it's another thing to do it in front of so many!

...

well, one cocktail can't hurt. it's such a pretty rainbow color too, malkuth humming happily as she kicks her feet. oh, right-- she'd slipped away to bring her camera back from her room, and she takes a picture of it before turning the viewfinder around on the people mingling in the post-celebration. hm, hm...! ]

Wanna take a picture? We oughta remember the good times we're working to protect!

[ and she'd like to add to her photo album, too. be it single shots, couples, selfies... malkuth's really down for anything.

and she might be taking some sneaky shots too anyway. trying her best not to be caught. she's gonna be caught. ]

[frostfist]

[ He neither makes an effort to get closer for said picture nor answers in any sort of affirmative. Actually, he's staying a nice ten feet away, thanks, nursing a glass of amber liquid in his hands (it's sparkling apple cider). ]

Spending so much time around March really rubbed off on you, I see.

[ Stay back, camera devil. ]

[ignoreher]

[ fool that you are. watch as her camera lens starts to protrude out. ]

She introduced me to it our first day, actually... I spent almost every Krypto we got as our starting stipend on this thing.

[ a squeeze, and she lowers the camera to look at her shot. hmmmmmm. a little shaky. raising it again, but this time she's trying to get an artsy shot of his drink instead. ]

I dunno. Marmar's really charming and friendly, I kinda got swept up by her when we first met and I've been caught in her current ever since.

[yuwon]

[ his original plan was just to pass by wordlessly. normally, he would have preferred to stay back and avoid such public spaces, and yet here is is. he came briefly, but he decides he may as well just turn on his feet and leave. it's not like it was like him to attend more than one social event. but, as soon as he's about to leave, he catches sight of malkuth.

he walks up behind her, placing a hand over the lens of the camera as he asks: ] What are you doing?

[ who was she even trying to take a picture of? ]

[ignoreher]

[ mr and mrs noneya business.

it was march, it's always march when she has no one else to set her sights on... malkuth lowers the camera and tilts her head back, trying to decide if he's worth fussing at or... no it's not. ]

Just taking pictures. Candid shots are some of the best you can do, you know? I'd just like to make the night last a little longer.

[picky]

01. DRINKS.

[ Marcille will always prefer juice to alcohol, though she's mainly only had beer and wine. She never had any interest in trying hard liquors from back home, assuming the potency of the alcohol would only be worse. Gross.

That might be true for her world, but looking at the bar's menu and after talking to Ishmael about soju, she's gotten curious. There are two instances where she'll let herself indulge: one is if it pairs well with whatever she's eating, and if it's a special occasion.

Soju will be saved for later, but rather than asking the bartender for help, Marcille turns to the person next to her and taps on their shoulder. If they turn to look at her, she'll hold out the drink menu to them. ]

Is there something sweet on this menu? Preferably something that doesn't taste like alcohol?

[ There are plenty of sweet and fruity cocktails, but she's inexperienced. Please help. ]

02. MORE DRINKS.

[ If you pick this option, please let me know if you're NOT okay with Dungeon Meshi spoilers!

This is after Marcille has had a few of whatever she cocktail she ends up nursing for the night.

She swivels her seat to whoever's next to her, and it's clear by her limberness that she's been drinking a bit. Her eyes are also glassy. She sniffs. Yes, she's a teary drunk. ]

How long are you going to live for?

[ She says you like an accusation, jabbing her finger at them and narrowing her eyes. ]

2; im still in the anime grind help

[wheft]

[ also i need to stop grabbing more threads w you but alas. true to ishmael's word, she is NOT drinking again and is instead having some grape juice-- ]

Marcille?

[ oh, now she is Washed. girl we shoulda gotten you some soju instead. ]

Hmmm. I'm not really sure. I can't really get into it in detail because of the contract...

🫂

[picky]

[ why would you do that to me.... thread with me more wtf? also, we both know the soju would have made her so much worse. she's saving her worst for you, bestie.

Marcille makes a face at the I'm not really sure, like she's trying to look at something Very Far in a Very Bright place. She can't tell if she wants to burst out crying or give up on it.

She picks the latter. She reaches up her hand and wipes her eyes. Her face returns to normal. ]

What contract?

02. hand over the spoilers

[frostfist]

[ looks at our other inbox thread i still haven't tagged back and sighs

But also: he needs to stop surrounding himself with drunk women. This is just a recipe for disaster. Before answering, he flags down the nearest robot waiter for a glass of water. ]

I'd like to hope at least another thirty years or so. [ But who can truly say? Life is unpredictable. ] Why?

[picky]

[ 🫂 ok but thread with me more too

Wrio, you don't always need to play designated driver, but that's nice of you. Whenever she gets that glass of water, she holds it in both hands like it's a hot cup of cocoa and she's in a snowstorm. She drinks the water and her eyes get glassier. ]

H-How old are you now?

1

[saudadist]

[ Oh, the elf again. Looking for drinks, and Lucy has something of a better idea of cocktails in general. Working at a bar has its perks when out and about. ]

Try a mojito or piña colada. Horchatas are also sweet.

[picky]

[ Marcille blinks over the menu. There are a ton of choices, so it's hard to pin the suggestions down. ]

What's in those?

2, idc about spoilers hit me

[icyspicy]

[ Winter is nursing a drink of his own, though he's quite careful to never imbibe to the point of drunken antics. As such, he kind of arches a brow at Marcille, quietly amused. ]

A couple hundred years, if I'm lucky.

🥺

[picky]

[ It's Winter. If she didn't have a few drinks, she would have burned up and ran away after recognizing him. Tipsy-drunk Marcille needed to know this answer, and she seems a little discouraged about it, swiveling back to face the bar. ]

A couple hundred... [ She says miserably and knocks back the rest of her drink. She wipes her mouth and looks back at him. ] How-How much? Five hundred?

002 - idc about spoilers

[eyescar]

[ Yuji, in full caretaker mode, can't help but see the way Marcille is getting and slips over to sit down beside her. He's getting used to her being all... Emotional and crying, and he reaches out to pat her on the arm gently, sighing softly. He's used to looking after people now, so he can't really help himself when he offers to let her settle close to him.

It's not like he can help himself: he's naturally caring. ]

Do you really want me to answer that right now, onee-san?

[ You'll just cry more... ]

[picky]

[ YUJI YOU'RE A CHAMP. You need to see Marcille in a better state than this someday. She's not always a huge crybaby!!

She sets her elbow on the table and her jaw in her hands, looking miserable. ]

I'm not gonna like what you have to say, huh?

002 no spoilies but also don't worry too much about it <3

[the_fourteenth]

[Oh Marcille. You really ought to watch who you ask that question to. Raidou's reaction is probably a bit odd - a little taken aback, unable to answer for a moment.]

... Sorry?

[His voice is quiet. Maybe he just heard her wrong? Or so he's hoping.]

[picky]

[ She doesn't seem deterred. She likes Raidou, though, so she stops rudely pointing and leans to hold her drink up to her mouth. ]

How long are you gonna live for? [ Said a little more slowly, with a pout. ]

02

[cranekin]

(Spoilers OK!

Tsurumaru is nursing a drink, one that he's had quite a bit of but slowly over time-- just enough to look like he's keeping up with others but anyone really watching will see that he only drinks when others are watching or expect him to. When no one is around, he just keeps it to himself.)

It depends on what you mean by "live."

(He could explain. But he chooses to say it like this.)

[picky]

[ Marcille drops her hand and holds onto the bar for balance as she leans in, like suddenly Tsuru is made of small text that she can't read. ]

Huh? Living and breathing. What else would I mean?

02 spoilers are fine

[penaltypoints]

[ There are things to observe awhile longer, and Yesod is paying to do so in order to blend in, an untouched glass in front of him. He isn't prepared to be startled out of his thoughts by what appears to be a complaint suddenly directed at him, but he assumes that it must be a very unexpected case of mistaken identity.

Brow furrowing, he notes the combination of tears and accusatory pointing. ]

...Why do you ask?

[ Aside from the obvious inebriation. ]

[picky]

[ Not mistaken identity at all! In fact, she's got no identity in mind period—just whoever is sitting next to her. Yesod was unfortunately in her line of fire.

She drops her hand and narrows her eyes at him. Her eyes briefly flicker to his untouched drink. She probably should have asked this before jabbing him with a weird question but. She's massively tipsy. Sue her. ]

You're an Outsider too, right? Most people in here are.

2! spoilers are all good 🤡🦁📚!!

[bruisehaver]

Gith lives are eternal, once we make it to the Astral Plane. There is an absence of time there.

[ Her eyes narrow a bit at being pointed at, especially once she sees the schwasted nature of the other woman's stare... even if she's been drinking herself, she's considerably less lost in the sauce at the moment. Her chin tilts up proudly. ]

But I would never assume to know the exact answer, elf. A well timed blade could prematurely end the life of someone meant to live for centuries. [ a beat, and then pointed: ] Are you so certain of how long you will live?

[picky]

[ It takes Marcille a moment, but even her alcohol-addled mind can process why this person seems familiar. She's seen them around the base—the only green-skinned individual in sight, with a strong build and slicked-back red hair. Marcille could never parse exactly what race this person might be. (An ogre, most likely, but even that doesn't seem like an apt description.)

It's a little jarring to see all of those traits suddenly muted and transformed and coated with human skin. Marcille could have mistaken her if not for the way she's addressed. Elf.

Also. Lbr. She won't pretend she understood those first few sentences. ]

M-My name is Marcille.

[ She folds her arms over the bar, attention still fixed on this stranger. She has a civilian name but she's drunk! W/e!! ]

I'm not certain, but I know what my lifespan's supposed to be.

[ Her consonants drag a little. She frowns and drops her temple onto her folded arms. ]

Z'at your race? Gith? I think I've seen you around. How d'you get to the Astral Plane?