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[KENOMA MINGLE] entertainment district
WHO: SILCO and any kenomies looking for a tour/bar run/mingle
WHAT: MINGLE LOG
WHERE: Achamoth Entertainment District
WHEN: Firaseri - two days after the gossip posts
WARNINGS: Drugs, Alcohol, General Debauchery -- let me know if anything new comes up, but it's the Entertainment District so standard warnings apply
↝ An Invitation
[ Whether the character is new or old, each retainer has been given a small invitation to hand to their aion. It is simple, and neat -- the words are clear. It has a date for two days after Ciel and Emet-Selch's addresses, and includes a time in the evening. For current Kenoma-aligned aions, it includes a bar to find -- those who are familiar with the tour Silco gave last time will recognize the bar as the same, one with a private loft. They can make their way there, if they know the way. If not, they'll be able to meet with the newer aions at the entrance to the citadel, where there's even the offer for a "tour" of the entertainment district, if they're not familiar with the entertainment district as a whole.
Retainers -- whether a character has one or not -- will slip the invitation to each Aion the day before, as a tacit offer. There's no name, and no identification as to who it is that's offering this. You'll just have to find out later. ]
↝ He's a Docent Tour Guide
[ When the sun just slips beneath the horizon, and twilight begins to take hold, that's the time at which the tour happens. Silco waits at the entrance, a cigar in hand, and right on the dot, he's out the door, to take any that want a guide down into the belly of the entertainment district. He offers one bit of advice, before they leave -- cover up your shards -- and as they step out and into the streets, if any characters don't follow the advice, they'll find fawning, exciteable Achamites, ready to offere them deals, sing their praises, or even throw gifts of jools or flowers at their feet.
The tour is thorough, and actually a touch on the long side. Characters are promised drinks at the destination, but as one winds through the streets, there are plenty of other bars to visit if anyone peels off. There are also solicitors for companionship from the brothels on the way, and some will even offer to follow an aion to the bar, if they so chose. The bloodsport arenas are rife with excitement, and the thundering roars of applause and boos is almost overhwelming when one passes by -- even through the walls -- and the drunken revelers stumbling out of the arenas are in contrast to the bloodied combatants that leave next.
On some corners, drugs are offered, and Silco will be able to provide a near...encyclopedic knowledge of them, if asked -- he will even share what he knows. Has he had them? No, has he bought them and subjected the effects and taken notes on them? Yes. Don't ask why -- or do and get a snarky answer, sure.
Whether the new aions (and old if they tag along) have any new drugs, companions, drinks, or have peeled off -- the tour group arrives at a bar, and are escorted in, almost expected, breathless from the staff. They know who broght them by, so it's easy to figure out that they're hosting Aions tonight. ]
↝ Pint of No Return
[ The bar itself is trendy, within Achamoth. There are high ceilings, live music, and while the main floor of the bar is filled with unwitting locals -- up the stairs and into the large loft is the center of the gathering. It's large enough to hold the Aions, with a private bartender, snacks, and the music is muted and soft up in the loft area.
Along with the drinks and snacks courtesy of the bar itself features an offering of the drugs available in Achamoth, and the staff had been nice enough to offer primer cards, with some of the effects. Most are... basic. Floaty highs, or ones that put one to sleep, or make one laugh for hours. Since it's an enclosed space, nothing is quite as... violent or exciting as some of the drugs available on the streets. Perhaps though, one used their jools, and brought one inside. There's no limit, feel free to do what one wishes -- after all, that's the theme of the Entertainment District, isn't it?
The music down below picks up at some point -- the music might just be glowing songs about the Regent. Think Christian Nu Rock, but it's themed about Achamoth's glorious leader. The crowd downstairs is boistrous -- almost indulgent and thrumming with excitement with adulation for their leader. It's normal, for things to get like this, and nobody with the bar staff seems a bit disturbed, in fact, some staff may be swaying along with the music -- it's clear who owns Achamoth, through and through, and it's the Regent.
And if an Aion notices, some of the patrons might be trying to sneak upstairs. Did something get out that there was someone up here who was an Aion? Even though the Citadel is so close, some will always want to be a little close to a celebrity, some might even get up to the bar, and nervously approach a newer looking Aion that hasn't been seen before. Did they have questions, or was it just the... exciting prospect of being next to an Aion? You can talk to them, or nudge them away, but eventually someone with security will come, nod at you, and escort them out. Maybe not before there's a flurried rush of quesitons, or maybe they'll try to give you something. It's all uncomfortable, and awkward, no matter what.
It's debauchery, and whether or not one is used to it, it's the way of things in Achamoth. Spend time with your fellow aions, ask questions, but above all else -- have a little bit of fun, before things go to hell in a few days. ]
↝ [ This is a mingle/tour log! Feel free to make your own starters, tag about, and let everyone have a... little bit of fun before things go to hell here soon. Everyone can be expected to get a few free drinks to start the night -- be creative, do whatever! Peel off into groups, get lost in the city, call for help, the sky's the limit! ]
WHAT: MINGLE LOG
WHERE: Achamoth Entertainment District
WHEN: Firaseri - two days after the gossip posts
WARNINGS: Drugs, Alcohol, General Debauchery -- let me know if anything new comes up, but it's the Entertainment District so standard warnings apply
↝ An Invitation
[ Whether the character is new or old, each retainer has been given a small invitation to hand to their aion. It is simple, and neat -- the words are clear. It has a date for two days after Ciel and Emet-Selch's addresses, and includes a time in the evening. For current Kenoma-aligned aions, it includes a bar to find -- those who are familiar with the tour Silco gave last time will recognize the bar as the same, one with a private loft. They can make their way there, if they know the way. If not, they'll be able to meet with the newer aions at the entrance to the citadel, where there's even the offer for a "tour" of the entertainment district, if they're not familiar with the entertainment district as a whole.
Retainers -- whether a character has one or not -- will slip the invitation to each Aion the day before, as a tacit offer. There's no name, and no identification as to who it is that's offering this. You'll just have to find out later. ]
↝ He's a Docent Tour Guide
[ When the sun just slips beneath the horizon, and twilight begins to take hold, that's the time at which the tour happens. Silco waits at the entrance, a cigar in hand, and right on the dot, he's out the door, to take any that want a guide down into the belly of the entertainment district. He offers one bit of advice, before they leave -- cover up your shards -- and as they step out and into the streets, if any characters don't follow the advice, they'll find fawning, exciteable Achamites, ready to offere them deals, sing their praises, or even throw gifts of jools or flowers at their feet.
The tour is thorough, and actually a touch on the long side. Characters are promised drinks at the destination, but as one winds through the streets, there are plenty of other bars to visit if anyone peels off. There are also solicitors for companionship from the brothels on the way, and some will even offer to follow an aion to the bar, if they so chose. The bloodsport arenas are rife with excitement, and the thundering roars of applause and boos is almost overhwelming when one passes by -- even through the walls -- and the drunken revelers stumbling out of the arenas are in contrast to the bloodied combatants that leave next.
On some corners, drugs are offered, and Silco will be able to provide a near...encyclopedic knowledge of them, if asked -- he will even share what he knows. Has he had them? No, has he bought them and subjected the effects and taken notes on them? Yes. Don't ask why -- or do and get a snarky answer, sure.
Whether the new aions (and old if they tag along) have any new drugs, companions, drinks, or have peeled off -- the tour group arrives at a bar, and are escorted in, almost expected, breathless from the staff. They know who broght them by, so it's easy to figure out that they're hosting Aions tonight. ]
↝ Pint of No Return
[ The bar itself is trendy, within Achamoth. There are high ceilings, live music, and while the main floor of the bar is filled with unwitting locals -- up the stairs and into the large loft is the center of the gathering. It's large enough to hold the Aions, with a private bartender, snacks, and the music is muted and soft up in the loft area.
Along with the drinks and snacks courtesy of the bar itself features an offering of the drugs available in Achamoth, and the staff had been nice enough to offer primer cards, with some of the effects. Most are... basic. Floaty highs, or ones that put one to sleep, or make one laugh for hours. Since it's an enclosed space, nothing is quite as... violent or exciting as some of the drugs available on the streets. Perhaps though, one used their jools, and brought one inside. There's no limit, feel free to do what one wishes -- after all, that's the theme of the Entertainment District, isn't it?
The music down below picks up at some point -- the music might just be glowing songs about the Regent. Think Christian Nu Rock, but it's themed about Achamoth's glorious leader. The crowd downstairs is boistrous -- almost indulgent and thrumming with excitement with adulation for their leader. It's normal, for things to get like this, and nobody with the bar staff seems a bit disturbed, in fact, some staff may be swaying along with the music -- it's clear who owns Achamoth, through and through, and it's the Regent.
And if an Aion notices, some of the patrons might be trying to sneak upstairs. Did something get out that there was someone up here who was an Aion? Even though the Citadel is so close, some will always want to be a little close to a celebrity, some might even get up to the bar, and nervously approach a newer looking Aion that hasn't been seen before. Did they have questions, or was it just the... exciting prospect of being next to an Aion? You can talk to them, or nudge them away, but eventually someone with security will come, nod at you, and escort them out. Maybe not before there's a flurried rush of quesitons, or maybe they'll try to give you something. It's all uncomfortable, and awkward, no matter what.
It's debauchery, and whether or not one is used to it, it's the way of things in Achamoth. Spend time with your fellow aions, ask questions, but above all else -- have a little bit of fun, before things go to hell in a few days. ]
↝ [ This is a mingle/tour log! Feel free to make your own starters, tag about, and let everyone have a... little bit of fun before things go to hell here soon. Everyone can be expected to get a few free drinks to start the night -- be creative, do whatever! Peel off into groups, get lost in the city, call for help, the sky's the limit! ]
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[ He could think of other words, though. Sinful, violent, loud, wild? ]
I mean, I knew cities were big and full of people but the buildings are way too big and. And then there's the arena? Thing? Which is horrifying, actually? It's all just. It's a lot. [ He's never going to not be judgemental over the arena. That simply won't be something he'd care to attend, given the choice, but those are also only his own opinions. He'll shoot a shy look over to Sebestian, realizing he should probably add, ] Although if... you like that, that's, uh.
[ Ahem, moving on, moving on. ]
What about you? How does this compare to other cities?
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[ But he listens as Bruno describes the city, nodding along, since he doesn't exactly disagree with the assessment, even if he's a bit more attuned to it, so to speak. In truth, Achamoth reminds him a bit of "cities" (if they could be called that) in his own realm, but that makes the horrifying descriptor one that's fairly accurate. Though rather than make that comparison, he focuses on the human ones instead. ]
Well, I can say with certainty that it is like no other I have ever visited. The character of the people here is what shapes the city most, and it's simply not one I have encountered all that often. I have visited cities where I would call the general mood one of malaise for the circumstances surrounding them, things like hardship, you know, but not one of such pure nihilism. Most cities are truly just ones of people going about their daily lives. Nothing like this.
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[ A different sort of daily life, one far outside anything Bruno would expect back on Earth, and yet, in the end, this was the day-to-day for the Achamites. ]
They must still have jobs and families and hobbies. It can't be partying and drinking and, uh, drugs all the time.
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[ Sebastian trails off thoughtfully as he traces a finger along the rim of his glass. It's more for effect, an intentional beat in the conversation that he knows to take with someone that is unused to the concept. Perhaps has never thought about it before coming here. ]
It is a bit different, I think. Whether it is true or not, that remains to be seen, but... The people here at least believe they know their end. It is their daily life, but they also know that could change any day. That is why they enjoy such, ah... Celebration, shall we call it?
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[ So they enjoy every moment of it while they can. It's not a difficult concept for Bruno to wrap his head around, even if it is a foreign one. In theory, one should always live life to the fullest but that's not typically how it pans out for most. Here, that's the entire culture, not just an idle concept.
He looks back out, across the loft, and over to the stairs leading up to here, all that really separates the gathering of Aions from the rest being that bit of height. ]
Sheesh, where do they find the energy to keep celebrating all the time? I think I'd be burned out after two whole days at most.
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That, I do not know... I am not really the sort for gatherings like this either, mind you. I would much prefer to be quiet and comfortable within the library than to be in such a raucous place, but! [ He shrugs helplessly ] "When in Rome," I would say, at least for tonight. It is at least important to get a good sense of the city as quickly as possible.
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[ The saying doesn't escape Bruno. He gives his own drink an idle sip, one of the very few he's taken at all so far, which proves he is at least not ignoring it. ]
Eh, I think I'll leave most of the partying to them. Although, if you, y'know, put together a tour of libraries sometime instead? I'll go on that one, too. Might be more my speed?
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[ And after a thoughtful pause, he does offer: ]
It is a bit of an assumption on my part, so my apologies if so... But if you would like, we can speak in Spanish, as I am fluent myself. It is not much, but a comfort of home, perhaps?
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You are? [ But his thoughts of books are briefly interrupted by Sebastian's offer to carry their conversation on in Spanish. He's not wrong. It would be a comfort, only... ] Well, I mean, it'd be nice but you don't. You don't have to if you don't want. I don't want to be a bother?
[ Which sounds more like a question of whether he's a bother or not rather than a statement. He never knows for sure. Although that aside, something other than the offer caught his interest and he can't help but tack on curiously, ]
You write?
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No bother at all. I speak quite a few languages, so it is an easy enough thing to do.
[ To put it lightly... Whether it was something he had picked up for "business", or a gift of being a demon, there were few languages that had been spoken in the past few thousand years that he didn't know. ]
And I do, yes, though nothing very interesting, I shall say! I've not a creative bone in my body, I'm afraid, but I enjoy being busy. Considering the discussion we had the other day, I thought it wise to keep track of what we know of the Aions of Pleroma, so I have been writing out such things. I am a bit old-fashioned, in that way, I suppose.
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A big book of Pleroma, huh? [ He's switched to Spanish as well. Different accents, similar words. ] Guess it'll be helpful to flip through something like that if you can't remember what everyone said. That's way more useful than whatever weird thing I end up writing.
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[ He says it quite cheerfully, like this is a totally normal thing, even... But after he takes a light sip of his drink, he nods Bruno's way ]
What were you thinking of writing?
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[ Only it may have been more polite to not say that out loud. Although, it's not as though Aions truly need rest anymore. Bruno has found himself not needing to sleep and, thus, he... has been doing very little of it, for better or worse. ]
What, me? Oh, nothing really amazing or. Anything. I just like to make up telenovela scripts. Usually for the rats, only... [ They're no longer here but he'll forge on, trying to explain through the growing memory of what's been lost. It's those small things that creep up and get you. ] See, they're these really dramatic shows? Or more like melodramatic but that's a part of the charm. Lots of cheating and backstabbing and wild relationship stuff. They're pretty popular in the fu... ture...
[ Ah, right. He deflates, shoulders sagging some. ]
Only I guess they're never going to actually exist now.
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Ah, so a sort of... play? Something along those lines? [ He shrugs ] My apologies, but at least for those from Earth, I have noticed that I am a bit behind the times, so I do not know precisely what a telenovela is. But a playwright is quite a respectable thing, especially with melodrama! It is precisely what people like.
[ It's not the sort of work that tend to survive the test of time, of course, but that makes them a little more charming, in Sebastian's opinion. ]
They could exist, though. For the people of Achamoth, perhaps?
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[ He knows all about them, somehow. ]
Uh, only I don't think anything I write would be good enough? For people to actually... y'know. [ Want to see. He has hobbies, that's all. Weird hobbies. ] Although, now that I think about it, how could your Earth be behind the times? Pretty sure it was 1949 for me, at the most.
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Well, it was 1889 for me. I simply assume it is behind the times from a few conversations I have already had, but to sound like an old man for a moment, technology has changed greatly in my lifetime alone!
[ ...Now, granted, this is definitely him playing with words as well. He looks to be ambiguously in his thirties, so it's true that there was rapid development from the 1850s and onward, but he's really joking at the entirety of his existence. That would probably count as a truth and a lie, wouldn't it? Hence why the game he had proposed (and quickly set aside in favor of more natural conversation) was a bit rigged from the start. ]
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[ At some point, a prophet stops sharing the weird stuff he sees in the future, but it didn't mean he still hadn't seen so much, though he could only ever guess the context on most of it. That he had inevitably focused on telenovelas prior to his decade of refusing his gift was maybe a very odd choice but, hey, when you're bored, you're bored. ]
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To the moon, really?
[ Sebastian is briefly stunned into silence, because the very idea of it brings up so many questions at once that he's not sure where to start. It seems like an impossibility even to a demon, and while he's not surprised that humans would get there eventually, it's still nothing short of a marvel. ]
I... Goodness. Did they come back?
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[ That is an extraordinarily good question. A perturbed look settles across Bruno's face as he stares off past Sebastian for a moment, trying to recall if the vision had ever gotten that far. No. No, he's pretty sure it hadn't. ]
Iiii do not know that part.
[ He refocuses on the demon and the unsettled expression with its slightly furrowed brow and pursed lips smooth away into, well, something more sheepish. ]
Sorry, I never saw past the whole landing there thing. It looked like they made it there safely, though? And didn't die immediately when they opened the... door on the... moon... house? [ Look, he doesn't know anything about space travel. Lack of context often makes for confusing visions. ] But I'm. I'm sure they had a way back. Or, at least, I really, really hope they had a way back...
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[ See, other demons didn't get it, but this is precisely why he loves to hang out in the human realm. Humans were so much more inventive and driven. Demons had existed for who even knows how long, and he's never heard of any of them ever even considering trying to go to the moon. It was just accepted as impossible, and that was that, himself included. Now he very much wants to go to the moon?
...The Horosian moon now, he supposes, but it can't be that different. But now, he also has to wonder. Maybe it is different? ]
Well, we shall hope for the best and that they did indeed return. If they managed to get up there, it would be surprising if that was simply it. A return would have been a part of the plan.
[ He nods, since he's at least quite sure that it would be attempted... Whether it worked or not, who knows, but he had a bit more faith in this mystery journey just by virtue of it getting there in the first place. ]
The way you speak about it, though— [ since, yes, we're definitely not letting that go ] Visions?
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Those? Oh. Yeah, I. It's a thing I do? My gift. I can look into the future. I haven't actually experienced any of that, just, they're things I've seen. The moon, the television, the electricity, the telenovelas.
[ It's not like he's been making a secret of this amongst the other Kenoma. M had warned him against it and if he was going to be of any use, well, it was better off explaining from the get-go. Tempting as it had been when he first felt the faint echo of the miracle returning his gift — if that was what it even had been, but it's what he wanted to believe — to keep it to himself, M wasn't wrong, not really. It would have caused more problems later.
It may still cause more problems now but that would have to wait until he had enough sand or, at least, a poorly time unrequested vision, as they did on occasion. ]
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My word! You are just full of surprises, Mr. Madrigal.
[ He brings a hand to his chin as a thoughtful gesture, then nods as if this confirms something he was considering. ]
I have never met someone actually able to do such a thing. Quite a few that have claimed it, but... [ He shrugs as he trails off, since they're really not interesting stories, when it comes down to it ] What a thing. Are you able to do so whenever you wish, or are they visions that come to you?
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Oh, uh. You can just call me Bruno. Really. [ Please, Sebastian. Don't be formal. ] Aaand it's a little of both. I figured out a way to pick and choose what I want to see after the first year or so but sometimes it's random. I can suppress it if I really want to, though? Which is. Usually for the best, sometimes.
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[ It's at least something he has no problem correcting! It's just also something he has to be corrected about, since it would be very improper for a Victorian butler, naturally. It's at least the principle that guides him, even if he knows quite well that he doesn't have to keep it up... ]
Is it something you have attempted to use here, out of curiosity?
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[ Bruno is Bruno unless he's tío, but he's certainly not Sebastian's tío. Asking about whether he's attempted to use his gift here yet, however, draws... a peculiar reaction. It's evasive if one had to describe it, and he shifts uncomfortably on the barstool he's seated at and looks away from the demon. His grip on his drink tightens and he's quiet for a time.
How does he explain it? It'll sound insane, how he had reacted when he first tried to find any trace of a future, any at all, of home. ]
I. I did. Sort of. [ His answer comes haltingly at best. ] It wasn't, um. It wasn't a great first test, so. I'm going to have to try again with... with something else.
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