better late than never

[charming_jerk]

Who: Everyone!
What: A week late Halloween celebration.
Where: The Observatory
When: Friday, Nov. 6, 7:00 PM
Warnings: The Heroes and a party. What could possibly go wrong?

On November 5, another letter from Johnny would go out to everyone reminding them of the costume party, and invite all the newbies along as well. Costumes are a necessity for entrance, except for the newbies, since they've only been here a little over 24 hours now.

The Observatory is in its usual party set up, but this time with an added stage area for any musicians who would like to perform. It's also the spot set up for the costume contest later on. The whole place is covered in festive Night of the 13 Moogles decorations, and as always, there's plenty of food and drinks.

[[This is just a general mingle log, and a good way for the new Heroes to meet everyone, so post whatever and have fun!]]

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[forcegalactic]

[In his saloon, of course. The one building with some fireproofing done to the walls so that the place doesn't burn down again.

But that's not important now.]

Y-yeah. It's great. [It's a half-hearted answer, said while not even looking at Sparks.] Reminds me of the real thing.

[What was Harriet doing now? Would she be alerting the Sparks and Red from his universe? Where they all searching for him? It's been half a year since he disappeared. Six months since he last saw Mars, since he last could use the Force Galactic, and here he is, living a dangerous life on an unfamiliar planet.

He jerks his head back up when he realizes he's spent a while reminiscing silently.]

Anythin' I can make for you, Marshal?

[red_planet_blues]

[And Sparks, of course, is oblivious as to what's up with Barkeep. Other than the fact that something seems up.]

Just the usual. Say, what's the deal. Reckon you'd be tickled pink with another party to host.

[forcegalactic]

[Crystallis rotgut, brewed as closely to the flavor native to their universe. His pouring is less animated than usual.]

What? Oh. Nice costume, Sparks. Reminds me of the real thing.

[Sigh.] Here's your drink.

[red_planet_blues]

Thanks. [Said in return for both the drink and the half-hearted compliment.

Sparks takes a drink, and thinks on this for a moment. Oh. Ooooooh. Awkward.

He sets his drink down, clears his throat, and isn't sure what to say.]

I guess, uh. I guess a little too much. Like the real thing.

[Dangit. The one guy who should appreciate it is instead depressed by it. That was not how this was supposed to work.]

[forcegalactic]

[The Barkeep doesn't look up, preferring to stare at his folded hands on the counter.]

You got better at guessin' how other folks are feelin'. [If it were any other situation, he would be a bit proud of Sparks.] It's...it's heartbreakin', I hafta say, knowin' that in my universe, I've been missin' for six months without a trace, and no one has any clue to why an' how. Probably are gettin' worried sick that someone was able to catch me off guard even with the Force Galactic.

[Time to pull a chair over and sit. And rest his chin on the countertop.]

[red_planet_blues]

Have I? I mean-- I have always been good at guessin'-- Ferget it. Look, ya can't even go thinkin' like that. Didn't ya say I was still back there, where you were? Or, uh, when you were? But I've been here for well over a year now. And so'r the crystal versions of Red 'n Cactoid Jim. [With no mention of what happened to Croach. Nope.

Sparks folds his arms sharply.] We can't even begin to guess what's goin' on back on Mars, no matter what they try 'n tell us here. I don't care how long it takes: we're figurin' this mess out, and gettin' home, and that is that.

[He might be overselling it a touch, but he really believes it. Or is in total denial. It's hard to tell.]

[forcegalactic]

[No, it works. There's something about the Marshal's presence that makes the Barkeep listen. Sparks is a routine hero; he faces the risk of dying or never coming home again regularly. Perhaps, even without the Force Galactic on their side, they can find a way to solve this problem.]

Sure, you are in my universe, but what about yours? And the ones Red and Jim were pulled from, how's everyone dealin' with that?

But...yeah. We gotta get back and save 'em. There's no other way.

[He sighs, and after a moment of deliberation, picks himself up and looks at Sparks.] You have any idea what to do?

[red_planet_blues]

[Sparks frowns, because he doesn't really know. There's too much going on. But he's got some vague ideas, at least.]

Unfortunately, we need this planet stable before anything. Can't have this one goin' under while we're tryin' to get back to our own. Then the next thing we need to do is keep the crystals from constantly draggin' more folks here. That's just adding to the number of people 'n worlds we gotta get back in order. After that, then-- [He waves a hand in a vague motion.] Y'know, we'll work on the gettin' home part. Reckon it's all tied up in crystals, if anything. Everything 'round here is all about crystals.