Just the one big ball, actually

[flightforfreedom]

WHO: Open to everyone
WHERE: Central Park, Nonah
WHEN: New Year's Eve
WHAT: It's a party, Steve
WARNINGS: dumbassery



It's New Year's Eve and everyone except General Hux is invited. The central park in Nonah has been filled with light, and a large specially-made pool smack dab in the centre. All around the park security patrol the perimeter, but all you have to do is say "I'm not Hux" to be let in. Native paparazzi are outside taking photos of every imPort that attends, and a few of the more brave souls among them may even try to bribe imPorts into letting them in as their plus one.

The music is thumping, the whole place filled with men and women dressed up like they're smack in the roaring twenties and offering to teach anyone who cares to how to swing. Zozzled is the official host, and they're going out of their way to snap pictures of imPorts taking a swig of champagne as they dance the night away to upbeat electroswing.

There's also, for some reason, mistletoe basically everywhere. Why? No one knows, apparently Poe didn't want to let christmas go, quite yet.

Five minutes to midnight there's a sudden deep rumble as something very large and very shiny - a huge, shimmering ball - rises into the air as off on it's own accord. For those with decent vision, there's a man standing on top of it, with something under his arm? It rises higher as the countdown begins, and then as soon as the clock hits midnight it suddenly drops like a stone, splashing into the hastily constructed pool and splashing everyone in a fifty foot vicinity with water and glitter.

Happy New Years, Everyone.

Comments

Jonathan Walsh | OTA

[drivesadesk]

Jonathan attends, also not seeming to have let go of Christmas as he's wearing the sweater Jacob gave him. When he's not drinking or dancing awkwardly (but seeming to enjoy himself as he does so), Jonathan can be seen lounging under mistletoe, just in case anyone's wondering what it would be like to kiss a lizard person.

[fauxmarth]

"Oh, Jonathan--"

She'd had a better greeting on her tongue, but approaching, she sees The Sweater and has to cover her mouth to smother a little laugh.

"Oh, no! What a charming sweater! And so fitting. Look at that!"

[drivesadesk]

"Thanks! It's perfect, isn't it?" He asks, smoothing it out to show it off better. "Jacob got it for me!"

[h2no]

"Snap, Jon!" Archie calls out with a laugh, flexing in his own ugly Christmas sweater. It seems to be a design that features him wearing a sweater on his sweater on his sweater. He's also wearing his Team Aqua wetsuit, for some reason. He claps a hand on Jon's back happily, not even coming close to spilling the flute of champagne he has in one hand.

"Good t'see ya!"

[drivesadesk]

"Hey! What's up, Archie?" Jonathan says, giving Archie a cheerful half hug (since his other hand was holding a champagne flute). "Good to see you, too! What's up? I see you decided to go for a bit of layering there! Great idea!"

Momo Yaoyorozu | ota

[recommendations]

Momo arrives, dressed to the nines, her hair tied back in a simple messy bun instead of her usual thick ponytail. She poses dutifully at the entrance for the paparazzi, the perfect picture of elegance and beauty. Once inside, she gets herself a glass of sparkling cider-- no champagne for this teen hero-- and mingles with the best of them. If she ends up under some mistletoe, it's only by accident. She's had enough fateful kisses for one year. Or... maybe that's the best way to start off the new year?

Eleanor Shellstrop | ota

[forkingbullshirt]

Tonight she is determined not to get wasted and cause a scene. She knew she had been in a downward spiral since Chidi and Jason had left but tonight is about new beginnings and another chance. She still hurts though but she's determined to have a good time tonight.

She had even gotten a new dress for the night and even took a moment to pose for pictures when she arrived at the park. She was enjoying her bit of fame from My Nonah Nightmare, blowing a kiss before stepping into the party. She accepted a glass of champagne as she entered, taking a deep breath. She's got this.

During the night she drifts around the party, socializing with anyone who approaches her, always with a glass of something in her hand. No shots tonight.

She avoids the mistletoe, it reminds her of how much she would want to share this moment with Chidi.

At midnight she's right in the splash zone at midnight, her dress is soaked with glittery water but she can't be mad- what better way to start the new year than to be covered with glitter water?

[recommendations]

Momo saw the ball dropping and created an umbrella in enough time to spare herself from the worst of the splash. However, now that it's over, and the people around her are soaked in glittering water, she creates a few towels to hand out to the people nearby.

"Here," she says, holding out a super-absorbent towel, "please, use this."

[forkingbullshirt]

Eleanor's had more than a few drinks by this time and was cheering, not hearing the girl next to her at first. It took her a few moments to realize someone was talking to her and she turned to her, surprised but not questioning why someone would just have a towel at a party like this.

She's from Arizona, she's seen much stranger things at parties.

"Hey thanks," she laughed as she started toweling off her hair, coating the poor towel is glitter.

[knaval]

"Heeeeey, Shrimpy!" Riptide chirps, remembering her from My Nonah Nightmare. He saunters over, wine glass in hand, and waves happily. "You look nice! I think. I have no concept of human fashion."

He shrugs. Riptide himself is wearing a pair of hideous glittery 2019 glasses and a Jaws tshirt. Someone missed the dress-up memo.

"Well, anyway, good to see you again." Nailed it.

[forkingbullshirt]

Eleanor doesn't need to question who else would be called Shrimpy and she has to say she loves it. She turned to Riptide, raising her glass with a grin. She loved his outfit, it was definitely unique and exactly her style. She wasn't exactly one to judge about going casual at a formal event- she had once crashed a wedding wearing a tube top.

"Thanks! For human fashion, this is what is called a slamming dress," she said in a matter of fact tone before laughing. She was well aware of how hot she looked tonight.

ota

[fauxmarth]

Gods, a party is not where her heart really is, but Lucina's almost superstitiously certain if she doesn't go and see the friends she knows would be there, then they'd vanish, too. It's probably for the best, right? She's not celebrated a whole new year here -- and it's almost a full, proper one of her being here, herself. She ought to try to smile; it's what a princess should do.

So she does smile, the fur-lined Aegis cloak Darin made her draped over her shoulders and the sequin-covered dress she's picked, and as the evening goes on, it gets a little easier to do so, just as anything is easier with practice. It eases her spirits to see familiar faces about as she'd hoped, and there's even pockets of time where she forgets to berate herself for not spending better time with the friends she's just lost to the Porter's whims.

As for dancing?

"Ah, well...I haven't had formal lessons since I was very small. Is that alright? I'll see to avoiding your feet."

Boba Fett | OTA

[myownprice]

Normally, Boba wouldn’t show up to something like this. Being surrounded by crowds of loud, tipsy strangers and overly inquisitive locals isn’t really his idea of a good time. But someone had invited him by name—someone who apparently knows enough about him to be familiar with Slave I, too. That’s reason enough to be curious. Suspicious, even. After all, somebody had to have told Rex about his true identity.

So he shows up. In full armor. It might be several parsecs away from what was requested in the dress-code, but that doesn’t stop it from attracting plenty of attention from the paparazzi. Between the distinctive silver-and-blue armor and the reflected flash of their camera lens, it's a pretty conspicuous entrance.

Boba will stick to the sidelines for most of the party, though when the huge, sparkling orb rises into the air, he’ll use his jetpack to find a better view. He watches the ball drop—and the ensuing tsunami of water and glitter—from the comfort of a nearby tree, armor illuminated by the strings of fairy lights wrapped around the branches.

[flightforfreedom]

Riptide had said very little about Boba Fett, other than that he was young and that he was here, and Poe had been excited to meet the man ever since. Sure, he'd nearly gotten Han Solo and Leia made into a permanent Hutt Collection, and sure, he'd tried to kill them, but that didn't matter. Fett was a legend, and so was his ship. So there was a tiny little fanboy in his heart that had been dying to get a chance to talk to him.

"Okay, please tell me that you're Boba Fett," was the first thing that Poe said after he spotted the armour and flew over on his carpet to hover next to the tree. The armour wasn't the colours he was expecting, and the man seemed a little shorter, but-- "I'm Poe. Poe Dameron."

[cigarbribery]

Probably should’ve found a less obvious tree, because Foggy catches sight of someone illuminated by fairy lights when he steps away from the crowd to watch the ball drop. He loves parties, don’t get him wrong, but it’s been a long time since he’s been able to party hard and long like he was twenty. And he’s not twenty anymore, so.

“Hey,” comes Foggy’s voice, and if Boba were to look down he’d find a very concerned-looking Foggy Nelson, clad in suspenders and wearing a paperboy hat, in keeping with the theme. “You okay up there?” he calls. “You’re wearing a lot of armor, could be a nasty fall.”

[knaval]

Does Riptide feel bad for spilling Boba's secret? Yes. Has he talked to the kid about it? No.

He doesn't intend to this time, but they're in the same space and he can't tell where the guy's looking in that helmet. Ugh.

Riptide picks up a small handful of pebbles and starts to gently pelt Boba with them.

another sadsack / ota

[h2no]

He'd tried, really. Archie had tried to find some '20s fashion he actually wanted to spend a night in, but... failed. So he decides to go for some unique attire. He hasn't worn his wetsuit in a while, so he decided to go all out. Why not? It's the New Year! New... beginnings, or whatever. Archie doesn't even avoid the mistletoe like the plague as he's done before!

He spends the night mingling, as anyone else would, having a good time with people he knows and some of the natives for the first few hours. When Poe drops the ball, Archie gets completely soaked and laughs loudly as it all happens. What a fun night! Time to ring in the new year by downing as much alcohol as he physically can, because everyone he wanted to ring this night in is gone!

[flightforfreedom]

"Hokay, that's enough for you, I think," Poe said with a warm voice as he gently plucked the bottle from Archie's hand. There were still plenty of people dancing, but some of the crowds were wandering off now that midnight had been struck.

"That sweater is amazing and the last thing I want you to do is puke all over it."

immortal sadsack joins the fray

[killtime]

[ Apparently Andy had the same idea to maximize her blood alcohol concentration — though less out of depression and more out of habit. Also because her current state of "soaked in glitter water" isn't something she wants to cope with sober. Unfortunately for Archie, she hasn't been drinking enough to straight up not recognize him, so hey buddy, it's your BFF Andy who has been known to slap you when you're down.

Archie is, conveniently, the ideal height for her to drape an arm over his broad shoulders. ]

Hey. [ Dryly: ] There's only room in this family for one sloppy drunk.

[fireandhoney]

[Finn's wearing a dark blue suit and a soda hat. He's also cheating a little and wearing modern jewelry, including his earring and an opal stone necklace.

It doesn't take him long to spot Archie.]

Hey, sera. Nice outfit.

[cigarbribery]

“Holy shit, man, save a bit for me,” Foggy jokes, sliding in beside Archie with his own shot glass. He’s not nearly as drunk, but he’s buzzed enough to come over, and sober enough to avoid spilling all over the nice suspenders he bought. He tips his paperboy hat at Archie.

More seriously, he says, “You’re okay, right?”

ANDROMACHE OF SCYTHIA | OTA

[killtime]

[ Andy has declined to dress up. Partially because she didn't even like the twenties that much, and partially because the majority of her wardrobe is pirated from other people — including Rex, who owns more shirts in gray than any one person should be legally allowed. Plus? It's like, her 7,000th new year. Loses its novelty after a while — though alcohol never seems to suffer from the same problem.

Catch her in her flannel and ripped jeans drinking straight from a bottle of champagne in a corner somewhere. Alternatively, right after midnight, she's the soaked, glittery mess with a soggy cigarette hanging from her mouth and a scowl that could kill a man — approach at your own risk. Or give your local trashfire immortal a mistletoe kiss, see if maybe she'll turn into a princess. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe, on the other hand, is completely dry - and in a rather nice pine-stripe three-piece suit, because he likes it. So when he finds Andy scowling at the party, utterly drenched, under mistletoe, he can't help but grin as he walks over to her. ]

You know you're under the mistletoe, right? [ He points out, gesturing to it as he approaches. ]

I can't tell if it's a trap meant to get me killed or not.

bodhi rook | ota

[onlydoubts]

Since Thanksgiving, Bodhi is full up on his share of parties but after debating with himself on going or not, he decides in favor of doing so. His outfit isn't the most fitting of the roaring twenties theme, with his hair pulled into a half braid but he'll make do.

Catch him lingering on the outskirts of the dance floor, occasionally mingling (finding a good excuse to turn down any offers of a dance he gets) and often drinking. He makes a conscious effort to avoid the mistletoe, though - which is difficult given how much of it seems to be everywhere.

And still, when the ball drops and he gets soaked, he has to laugh and cheer with the rest of them. Leave it to Poe.

[ralltiir]

Akobi isn't sure why he's at this party. The last one Dameron invited him to didn't go so well. And with practically the entire imPort population (sans Hux) invited, he isn't sure who he'll even know there.

So when he sees Bodhi, he can't help but gravitate over to him, champagne flute in hand.

"Good evening, Mr. Rook."