Event || The New Year

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Characters: Anyone!
Where: The Enterprise.
When: The Night from December 31st to January 1st.
Summary: A Ball aboard the Enterprise, for well-dressed (mostly) Heroes of Light and their friends who want to dance and (especially) eat for free.
Warning: Nothing.

While the passing from a year to another isn't as big of an event as the Starlight Celebration, it is no reason to pass up an ocasion to celebrate and have fun. There are fireworks in all major cities and various activities to enjoy. Noticeably, there are gatherings of people in Aqures Ixen and Trano Golsaucia in particular, if only to conclude what is one of the most celebrated week in the year, and wish to each other the best possible year to come-- Though most people are worried about what's to come soon. After all, the end might be nigh with the Calamity about to take over the planet...

To celebrate this, the Heroes of Light have all been invited to stay aboard the Enterprise for a particularly prestigious and animated Ball. Indeed, the Enterprise will from Aqures Ixen and go all the way to Mysidia at midnight-- This way, New Year is going to last even longer than normal thanks to the magic of timezones.

There are tables with foods for everyone to eat and of course, music for people to dance together if they so wish. There is also a consequent number of chairs lined up, for all those who refuse to dance or are too awkward to do so.

Comments

[forcegalactic]

[If Barkeep was a little more sober, he would have done something about Sparks' blasé attitude about going home. Prod more, question it. Instead, he rests his back on the counter, drops his head, and raises it again.

It's a decent attempt at a nod.]

Which is--which is why you and me are gonna work together. Right now. [point] After the party. We're gonna adventurin' and figure aaaall this out. Been a while since I last went on one.

[Sitting around his saloon for months didn't help him overcome his homesickness, but a chance of pace would. He was stronger now than during the invasion, which meant less chances to be grievously injured. Absolutely.]

[red_planet_blues]

Right now. After the party. [Sparks repeats those words, flat as a board, wondering for a moment what's going in Barkeep's head. Oh right, the booze. Sparks grins a little.]

Barkeep, if'n you can even find the door to get outta this party once it's over, I'll be right behind ya.

[forcegalactic]

'Course I can! [At this point in time.] I'm-I'm just enjoyin' the atmosphere; don't you think I can handle a few beers? Yeah, I can do just that.

[He grips his empty glass.] And to prove how well I can control myself, see me hold this glass and this bottle and not drink. Self control!

[red_planet_blues]

It ain't the booze that yer not drinkin' that's the problem, it's all that booze ya already drank.

'Sides. I'm starting to think I ain't drank enough tonight. [Cuz you are blitzed, Barkeep.]

[forcegalactic]

Now, don't you worry 'bout me, Sparks Nevada. I'm gonna be fine, ain't like I got no understandin' of my limits! [He jerks into a straight standing position.] You go around and have your fun, I'll go have mine.

[red_planet_blues]

Yep. You do that. Go fetch yerself a real tough monster 'n come on back. We'll mount its head over the mantle in the Space Saloon.

[forcegalactic]

No, no, not over the mantle. [He wags his finger.] What if it falls and catches on fire? Even if the place has been fireproofed for the most part, that's till trouble, which I do not want none of. Besides, it'll look all gruesome and unwelcomin', like my saloon's the place for brawls and hunter-types.

The Space Saloon is meant to have a friendly atmosphere, Marshal.

Now, my home? That might work, and I doubt Ramza's gonna be scared of a head. Heck, better yet, I can sell it and make a fortune!