xistentia | Mingle Log #1: Landmarks of Xistentia

Mingle Log #1: Landmarks of Xistentia

Characters: All characters who opt in
Summary: A party to mark the first wave of incoming characters in Xistentia, punctuated with weird physics and an unexpected trip to the heart (or mind) of F.A.T.E.S.
Date(s): Late May 2017
Warnings/Notes: Sexual content and other potentially offensive or triggering material to be noted in headers.

Mix and Mingle

Landmarks of Xistentia

It starts with the daemons, because of course it does. At sunset, they begin to ring and beep and urge you to follow directions through the city. For those with animate daemons, be they animals or people, the programs are even more intrusive. Pushing and pawing and urging you to get up and go. The destination is not far from the first reclaimed parts of the city— a tall tower covered in overgrown moss and trees, located near the beach, the Westernmost edge of the city. Even with the chaos of vegetation growing over it, it's clear that the building is a miracle of technology and style.

"Connection is essential," the daemon tells you. "However, genital contact is not required."

You have reached the Central Citadel, and it's time to party!

EARLY BIRDS

But F.A.T.E.S. is as susceptible to peer pressure and trendy trends as anyone else! Early birds will find that the atrium lounge is a true mess at first. Birds nesting in the ceiling, thorn plants all across the floors, and the bottles and cups at the white bar are empty. As parties go, this sucks. However, within a few minutes of the first arrivals, changes begin to overcome the club area visibly. It is exactly the same as the way the city has begun to accommodate the visitors, but far more accelerated. Soon, the lights begin to power on, filling the room with ambient illumination. Plants recede, but do not disappear entirely. High above, the ceiling suddenly morphs to display the starry night sky. And most importantly of all, there's booze.

With any luck, someone around here knows how to bartend, because F.A.T.E.S sure does not. Various liquors from across the multiverse are available, along with drink umbrellas, speared olives, mixers and wedges of fruit. However, the cocktails that automatically fill the glasses vary in taste from acceptable to horrific. Luckily, the bar does not keep anyone out.

FASHIONABLY LATE

If you're more than thirty minutes late, the kinks have worked themselves out. The party is now in full swing. F.A.T.E.S. has surrendered drink mixing duty to various refugees^[1], resulting in much more palatable alcoholic beverages. Someone even found chicken fingers, which are making the rounds.

However, it appears that the invisible supercomputer is still trying to DJ. Predictably, the music ranges wildly based on the listeners-- one moment, you have 17th century lute music; the next, Trance. Blink 182 may even make a brief auditory appearance. It is not particularly easy to dance to this nightmarishly incoherent soundtrack, but it does provide a cross-section of multiversal experiences, for those of us who care about that kind of thing.

Alternatively, you can explore. The Central Citadel is filled with odd rooms. In the presence of only one or two explorers, the tidying effect doesn't happen nearly as quickly. Characters may find jungle-eaten conference spaces, computer laboratories, or even more sophisticated situation rooms thronged with vines and flowers. Somehow, the screens and monitors seem to work just fine with blossoms poking out of the harddrives. Rooms with beds are available as well, some of them already pre-carpeted with romantic roses. You might also find your way into a gym, where slightly rotted bokken and a dusty boxing ring nonetheless make for an interesting way to meet people who aren't into roses and laptops.

BONUS ADVENTURE: THE TEMPLE

Characters who meet new CR at the Citadel have a special experience. When the two (or more) individuals get to talking, their daemons both abruptly interrupt with a very important, not at all loaded question. "Do you want to see something cool?" If the daemon was too big to come inside, the question is posed via earpiece or whatever other device.

The correct answer is "Yes." And with that, the characters are abruptly transported to The Telexistence Temple, on the Easternmost edge of the city. The sudden quiet seems deafening; the darkness is almost blinding before one's eyes adjust to the lines of light running through the tall stone walls. It is much cooler here than it was at the Central Citadel, but it has its own eerie dignity.

"In the future, this is where you may access information about your worlds. Recovery information, save points, and both passive and active world entry points are located here." A beat. Possibly the daemon is watching you stumble around. "Most of the tools have been disabled in order to prevent damage from inebriated users."

However, two pieces of technology continue to cooperate. First, a huge slab of glossy black stone the height of a desk, emitting holographic Head Up Display upward, the Chronological Cartographer. Your character must touch the device. Immediately then, a bright flowing diagram of data begins to spin through the air, whirling with lines and circles and familiar names. It is a chart of the worlds your characters have lived in before and the people they have met in the past timeline. The splitting point to Xistentia is clearly marked, and your future here is a red line wavering in darkness. Toy with it a little, and you'll even be able to pull up significant dates, friendships, enemies. Moments of transformation. F.A.T.E.S. remembers it all, and it is only a quick teleport from the Citadel. (Fortunately, it is also a quick teleport back.)

Second, there is a monitor with another HUD. It displays a HUD with a single prompt: Amenities needed?^[2]

Starting the next day, the Temple will be accessible to all characters at all hours. Those granted access the night before will be able to find their way back with companions.

Footnotes

Some may be NPCs! Please avoid killing or maiming them without mod discussion first.
Go here and fill out the form, reply to that comment, if your character is going to take F.A.TE.S. up on the amenities request.

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i. before (closed to Adam Parrish)

[ The apartment that Chainsawd leads Ronan to is - for a lack of a better word, overwhelming. The building is looking barely standing from the outside, overrun with vegetation, while the inside feels just like a jungle, and for a moment, Ronan just feels - angry. It flares up inside of him, a bush fire where his feelings keep being fed in as fuel, turning it even more furious. Why is Chainsawd taking him here? Is he supposed to live here?

It's only when he steps into the loft proper that the anger dies out, replaced by something that's close to wonder. Here, the vegetation is still prominent, but it allows for some of the brick walls to show through, the windows clear and massive, letting the light in abundantly. There is some furniture - mismatched, cozy, a little messy, strewn around somewhat haphazardly, with vine curling around the legs of a coffee table, flowers growing in the kitchen sink.

It hits him like a punch to the gut - this place makes him feel like he's stepped into somewhere that's half Monmouth, half the Barns, with Cabeswater growing between the cracks. ]

Chainsawd, what is this place? [ His voice is loud in the eerie quiet of the loft. When there's a noise, coming from a section off area, Ronan creeps towards it slowly, worried that he's made his presence known by talking out loud. His fists are clenched, ready for a swing, but he stops dead in his tracks when he turns around the corner. ]

Adam?

ii. early party time (open)

[ It's surprising to Ronan that they don't arrive much later to the party, but when they do make it, Chainsawd and Barricaded almost pushing them forward, the whole place is... well, it's basically just as rundown as the loft, and there's barely anything happening, and Ronan wants to laugh, for a second. He wants to mock this farce of a party, let his bitterness bleed through his smirk.

What he does, instead, is pull up to the bar. He gives Adam a brief look and reaches out to squeeze his hand, just for a split second, before he's off, stalking through the room with a purpose, shoulders straight and head held high. He doesn't look at anyone around him, even as he brushes shoulders, letting his disinterest wrap around him like a piece of armor as he keeps walking.

Getting to the bar, he leans over it, feet leaving the floor as he bends to spot a bottle of scotch, of whiskey, of vodka, of - anything. Even if this place isn't a free-for-all, he's going to fucking make it, and feel free to try and tell him otherwise. ]

iii. later party time (open)

Let me say - this party is going to keep sucking until we get the Murder Squash song.

[ A pause. Ronan takes another swig of whiskey. ]

Maybe I should DJ.

[ That - that would be a terrible idea. Don't let him. ]

iv. exploring the citadel (open)

[ Ronan isn't entirely sure how he ended up where he is. Where he is isn't exactly defined, either - a corridor of some kind, dark and endless, with doors leading to so many mysteries he isn't sure even the most curious parts of his mind can take it.

There are noises; creaking, inhuman noises, like the building itself is rearranging things, unable to do it without sounding like a straight up horror movie product. Ronan suddenly wishes he could fall asleep right here and now, just for a moment, to pull up a knife, or some brass knuckles - something better to defend himself than just his fists, as good as they are.

This place reminds Ronan of dreams. There's something surreal about it, like he could carve his story just by brushing his fingers against the walls. There's still a hope beating in his heart that he's going to walk into a room and find Gansey here, his glasses askew as he contemplates whatever monstrosity this place as in store for him with awe and wonder.

So Ronan steps into a room. Any room, the first room with an open door, his heart beating hard in his throat. ]

Is someone here?

v. wildcard

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Edited 2017-06-01 11:25 (UTC)

I; Early Birds (Closed to Vanyel)

[ When Apollod starts beeping and booping her with her with his wet nose to go through the city, she admits she's curious. A little annoyed too because she'd been half-way to the bone zone with her boyfriend but there'll be plenty more time for that considering they're (tentatively) living together. Right now it's time for adventure! Apparently! Once she's dressed appropriately again, she allows Apollod and Zeymahd to guide the way to The Central Citadel. ]

Woah, dude, check it out, [ she says to Vanyel as she steps into the Atrium Lounge. A mess it might be though that actually makes it all the more interesting to Rose. From their additional presence, her sensitive ears pick up the sound of things all around beginning to hum to life. Let there be light, she guesses, as they start to flicker on. The bar begins to become supplied before her very eyes and she can't help the smile she's sporting at it all. ]

This is so cool.

IIA; Let's Get This Terrible Party Started (OTA)

[ On the fringes of the lounge, there is (1) very displeased woman. A stark contrast to anyone who'd seen her before, she looks positively cranky at the moment. By the umpteenth time the music changes not only genre but era, the reason for her sour mood becomes clear as she can't help but shout, ]

Oh my gods! I can't take it anymore. I'm going to find where the music is coming from and mix it right. [ Hell hath no fury like a DJ being forced to listen to subpar mixes, apparently. ]

IIB; Alright, This Party Sucks (OTA)

[ So while she'd been determined to right the musical wrongs... her plans may be altered slightly. As this is a new place and all, it doesn't take long before she gets hopelessly lost. Apollod is doing his best to lead her back to the main lounge but a daemon can only do so much when it's owner is distracted by every new neat room. They do say dogs take after their owners. Rose had always wondered where Golden got his lack of attention span but now it couldn't be clearer. Apollod rolls his camera eyes as he trots after Rose the third time now she says 'Hold on,' and heads into yet another unexplored space. ]

Woah, hey, you lost too?

[ she asks, wherever she crosses paths with someone. It's possible to come across Rose checking inspecting the boxing ring at the gym. Or perhaps have an awkward run-in at one of the rose petal-laden rooms. She was only glancing in, honest. No schemes in her head whatsoever. ]

IV; Wildcard

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a. yeah, draw the line up.

[ When Ronan heads to the bar, Adam doesn't follow.

Instead he makes his way slowly around the empty space of the Atrium Lounge, hands in his pockets and a small toy striped like a police car speeding along behind him. Every time he pauses it's to stare at something, be it the birds nesting in the rafters, or the vines that poke their thorns through everything. It's a strange sight, as was the place that apparently belonged to the two Raven Boys. Nature claiming everything for itself, nature being unrelenting. Adam touches the tip of his finger to one vine while he holds his breath, half hoping for a spark of something. All it gives him is a prick of a sting and he shoves his hands in his pockets to stop him pressing them against anything else.

( Every so often he looks across the space for Ronan, unwilling to keep him out of sight for too long. The relief that he's feeling is tinged with sadness and uncertainty and he thinks if his daemon hadn't all but demanded they come here, then he'd have had a harder time letting go of his hand. )

Barricaded doesn't seem to have much grace about him though, and as Adam turns he hears the police siren shriek, mechanical wheels skidding as he bumps into a foot. Almost shamefaced, he lifts his gaze to the victim. ] Sorry, he keeps doing that. [ There's a sound like grating metal and it shifts from a car to a humanoid figure to apologise, or more likely, to shout and whoever got in his way. ] He's based on a Decepticon. They're kind of assholes.

b. don't take no more time up, yeah.

[ The music seems to relax most of the refugees, though it doesn't do much for Adam but set him on edge. It's always harder to concentrate on what he can hear when there's too much of it. Which means he's commandeered a table and is curiously tapping away at the hologram screen Barricaded displays for him. Whether it's for his own benefit, or to just keep the damn thing busy he won't tell.

He sends Ronan a smiley face just because he can, and then glances back around the bar. It's much cleaner now, the only traces of wildness from the small shoots of green along the walls. He's strangely pleased the vines haven't faded entirely even though they make something in his chest twinge. It's hopeful, and kind of stupid.

At one point, when the music changes to something angry and heavy, a deep bass and familiar lyrics, Adam has to hide his laugh in the palm of his hand. He catches someone's eye and grins, shrugs his shoulders. ]

It's a classic.

c. make your mind up.

[ Of course he goes to the Temple. Of course he does, because he is Adam Parrish and he's never been one to back down from something that terrifies him. He knows, realistically, that it could be a dangerous place. He also knows that if he's going to come up with a way to save his friends ( not his world, it hasn't even occurred to him ) then he needs to take those risks. Barricaded zips in circles around his feet, offering up information and factoids even as he steps closer to the Cartographer.

Adam makes a sound, when the data blooms into life, craning his neck to try and see everything. ]

Okay, so I'm in a science fiction movie, awesome.

[ It's dry, and it dies away immediately when he finds the list of people he knows. Adam's gaze skips over the name of his mother and father to land on the last couple. Richard Campbell Gansey III. He reaches up to try and touch it, hand moving through the light easily. ]

Fucking shit.

[ He wants to kick something, he wants to break something. He can't though. ]

d. i need you to make your mind up, yeah.

[ Wildcard. I'm at athosing if you need anything. ]

Edited 2017-06-01 17:51 (UTC)

Early Bird
[even if she'd nearly choked at the parrot-shaped daemon's deadpan pronouncement, Amanda would have followed without its prodding. She needed to get out of her own head, and exploring more of this place would certainly do that.

Most--certainly not all--of her lingering worry about people who had already been so far away disappears as she lounge begins to transform in front of her eyes. Anyone who has known her before and seen her with something new will recognize the way her face lights up. It's the same way she looked when she walked through the Destiny, marveling at watching something ancient and alien and beautiful work]

God, this is insane. [she breathes the words with a laugh that borders on hysterical when she remembers how close they are to her first words on Desitny] Incredible, but insane.

It takes a great effort for her to move away from the receding plants, but she does eventually, going up to the bar to keep herself from being a complete wallflower. She smiles at the pink umbrella in her drink--until she takes a sip, coughing like she'd just tasted something from Brody's still again. It takes her a few moments to get her breathing back, and she grins sheepishly at whoever might be nearby]

Well, I guess you can't expect even the most amazing computer system to get humans taste right on the first try. [she has ideas about what it's doing, how its learning, and she can appreciate that even if she doesn't like being involved in this particular part of its learning process]

Exploring
[even after a year in Eudio--a year she's trying not to think about too hard right now--Amanda still isn't the most comfortable in social gatherings. She still doesn't know how to act most of the time, without someone to be a buffer.

So it's inevitable that she winds up exploring the Citadel, and even less surprising that her attention is most drawn by a room filled with computers. She would have been horrified by the state the room is, once, but now she finds it strangely beautiful. Maybe because of her time in Eudio, maybe because everything seems to be running, or maybe because finding beauty keeps her from thinking about...other things.

Whatever the reason, she's so enraptured by the scene--and her body, still foreign to itself, more than a bit clumsy in the dark--that it's really amazing it takes her as long as it does to bump into someone as she turns to examine another piece of equipment]

Oh! Sorry, wasn't watching where I was going!

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[Maybe he should have found somewhere else to explore first. Declan is not made for adventuring; his short and deep friendship with Gansey was mostly on the coattails of Ronan's friendship, and when he and Ronan fell out, then Declan surrendered his friendship, mostly, so that Ronan could figure his shit out.

And, admittedly, so that Declan wouldn't have to babysit him every single fucking minute. He had to give Dick that much - he was good at keeping Ronan from the worst of his self-destructive tendencies.

But here he is, adventuring, going through the creaking citadel, when he turns and hears something. Remaind flaps up, takes off from Declan's shoulder, and that's likely what Ronan sees first: the white snowy owl daemon, big eyes, all the better for watching.]

Hey.

[He says it softly.]

[It's not that he didn't expect to see Adam Parrish; it's that Adam Parrish almost doesn't belong in this setting. Not for the money of it, which is, incidentally, also not why he looks weird in Aglionby, but because he's a little like an alien - strange and surreal no matter what the setting is. Looking like he belongs is almost not in the playbook when it comes to him. He always looks a little off.

Declan watches the daemon a moment and thinks that from behind, he must not have recognized him, because he's pretty sure that he wouldn't apologize.]

Parrish.

[He says it just this side of cool.]

I didn't think you were into this sort of thing.

[He sees (1) very displeased woman, and takes the opportunity to slide by where she can't quite see him; just at her peripheral vision, just in time to hear her bitch about the music.

He can't help it, he laughs, smiling, then. There's charm in his laugh and charm in his smile; he's a handsome man in that regard.]

Not your style, then?

[ Fashionably Late ]

[ Aric ends up late, which is entirely his own fault. He would usually be the sort to be early to things, but he hadn't quite wanted to pay attention to Alized. However, after plenty of pawing and head butting as Aric tried to concentrate he finally makes his way to Central Citadel.

The building was curious enough as he stepped inside, one ancient sounding song ending, turning into what was some sort of punk rock sounding song was jarring. He frowns briefly as he moves through the lounge and he does see a bar. That becomes his focus immediately.

It has been far too long since he's had a good stiff drink, which he will be asking for immediately thank you. ]

[ Exploring ]

[ After a few drinks, Aric starts to explore the Central Citadel. There's not much curiosity but habit of being aware of his surroundings and available resources. Castle Lethe hadn't been a stockpiled fortress to withstand any apocalypse for no reason after all.

As he explores, he ignores any of the bedrooms that he finds, disinterested. He has a bed elsewhere after all, they seem out of place as he discovers the other more useful spaces. He doesn't particularly interact with any of the screens or technology but he makes note of what's available and the fact that it all seems to be working at least enough to be on.

If you don't find him in one of the conference areas, computer lab or situation room then the other place he stays in at length is the gym. It does hold his interest as the other rooms had, much more interesting the bedrooms as well. Most of it seems worn down and possibly barely usable but perhaps there could be some use to be found here later. He remains at a distance from directly interacting with anything as he had in the other rooms as well. ]

[ Wildcard ]

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( one : arriving at the party )

[ At first, Blue doesn't pay her daemon much attention as it skitters around anxiously at her feet, nudges at her ankles, and flails its limbs wildly -- and in the short time that she's had the tree-like creature as a companion, she's discovered that it must find some sort of joy in urgently demanding Blue's attention for absolutely no reason at all. -- she simply writes it off as more of the daemon's odd (read: annoying) behavior. It's when all the various noises start echoing from somewhere deep within the daemon's leaves that Blue finally takes notice.

That wasn't normal.

The directions Shrubd (a name she'd given her daemon as a joke, but had somehow stuck.) gives her are fairly easy to follow: a few turns here and there that don't take Blue very far from her own small apartment, and when she arrives at the Citadel, she's honestly a little awed by the sight of it all, by all the thick and vibrant green plant life that grows over everything, a perfect mixture of nature and civilization with the way flowers and vines wind over steel and concrete.

Following behind Shrubd, who skitters with excitement, nearly tripping over its branch-like limbs, Blue finds her way to where the party is.... well, not happening. Still in the early stages of coming together, it looks more like a mess of vegetation and various decor and Blue looks around curiously, questioningly. ]

Wait, what? [ Her gaze shoots to the daemon when it speaks, Blue's brows furrowing at the statement. ] What is that supposed to mean?

( two : the partying continues )

[ She didn't party much back Henrietta, but making a new life for oneself requires new habits, right? Trying new things. Stepping outside of one's comfort zone.

A task that Blue discovers is a hundred times easier when she's gotten at least one drink in her system -- although, the drink hadn't come without any consequence and subsequent complaints, the first one Blue had tried had tasted like something akin to dirt-flavored vodka.

And no matter how much Blue might love good old Mother Earth, she's sure that no one enjoys dirt vodka.

One drink leads Blue to another and it's not long before she's returning to the bar.... and it's not long after that before this small eccentric girl is grimacing, spitting out the mouthful of liquid she'd just half-swallowed down from her newly refilled glass.

Sorry if you happen to be in the splash zone. ]

Oh my God, that's disgusting!

( three : exploring the citadel )

[ While most people her age probably would have loved to spend the entire night partying and drinking until they couldn't see or walk straight, Blue grows bored of then party scene rather quickly. The music changes from one extreme to the next -- from classical to hard rock, from bass booming electronica to soft jazz -- which does little for creating any kind of ambience at all, the drinks are a little too strong for her -- she's had more than a couple, which leaves her steps a little wobbly as she takes them -- and a few had even tasted absolutely horrible, and most of the people in attendance are ones she doesn't know which had left her awkwardly standing alone for most of the time.

So, Blue allows her somewhat unsteady steps to lead her away from all the music, booze and dancing to the much quieter hallways and corridors lined with various doors. Both opened and closed. Some locked and others not. Green plant life sprouts from everywhere, climbing up the walls and across the ceiling, peeking from the tiniest cracks, and Blue runs her fingers along the foliage fondly as she walks.

The first room she finds open looks like a computer lab -- or rather, underneath all the vines and flowers, it does. -- and Blue ends up idly walking the perimeter of the room a few times over before all of the plant life starts to recede, vines unwinding from around the computers and desks until everything in the room appears to be completely usable.

(And this whole process would have been something that shocked Blue a little more had she not seen it happen already a few times before. And were her daemon not a walking, and sometimes talking, piece of flora.) ]

Hm. [ She hums, stepping up to one of the machines and looking it over curiously. Blue isn't exactly well versed when it comes to technology -- she's sure she was one of the few 18 year-olds that she knew who still struggled to work a smartphone. -- but that doesn't stop her from giving it a try. ] Now which button turns you on?

[ And with that, she proceeds to search for a button to power the computer on. ]

( four : wildcard )

[ got a different idea? go ahead and throw it my way! or ping

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[ Ronan's smile turns a little wicked when he turns towards the voice, something filthy to it. He knows, and he doesn't care</>, just how much everyone he's ever met hates this song. His smile feels sharp when he presses his tongue against one of his canines. ]

The murder squash song. Best. Song. Ever.

[ He raises an eyebrow, like he's daring anyone to disagree with him. ]

[ Snrk comes an amused snort from the blond not so far away, sipping on a bit of scotch herself. ]

Anyone could DJ and it'd be better than this fuckery they're calling music. [ Someone's not bitter, not at all. ]

Gotta' say, never heard of the 'Murder Squash' song. Is it about murderous vegetables? Or just... squashing and murder in the traditional sense?

[ At first, there's a twinge of annoyance at laughter on her behalf. Usually, she's the first one to laugh at her herself but music is no laughing matter and she's just about tell him as such, but-

Oh. Hello, there. He's very handsome in that regard indeed. ]

Definitely not, [ she answers instead, a shake of her head followed by an almost exasperated sigh. ] It makes me ashamed to be a DJ, honestly.

Axel!

[ The feeling is mutual. She's glad to see he made it to the city (hopefully) and headed out to the meet and gr- Er. Wait. They're not called that anymore, are they? Still kind of feels like one though...

At his comment of 'not that bad,' Rose's face scrunches up like she'd taken a bite of a lemon. ]

It's horrible. How can you have harp music then switch to Techno? It's not even mixed right! Just jumping around all willy nilly-! [ He found it. Axel found the thing Rosie is a bit irrational about. ]

[ Of all the people Ronan wishes to see, Declan is... well, pretty low on the list, honestly. While their relationship isn't as fractured and sore as it once was, they're not what Ronan would call good.

And yet, of course, instead of, say, Gansey, or Matthew, or even Blue, Declan's the one standing here. Ronan's first instinct is to tense, but he forces himself to relax slightly, swiping his thumb against the corner of his mouth. Chainsawd nestles closer to his neck in reassurance. ]

Hi.

[ He wants to ask what Declan is doing here, but it's the same as him; he probably doesn't know anymore than Ronan does. They stand a few feet apart from each other, warily, like they're expecting the other to jump first. ]

Are you - okay?

[ When Ronan gets a message from Adam, just a smiley face, he can't help but reply, quickly; he hates phones but Chainsawd makes it easy to communicate with the network. Easier than his iPhone did. ]

i'm planning something. just wait.

[ It's not that he shouldn't have expected it, but somehow, Ronan is still surprised to see Blue. He's at the bar himself, contemplating the different alcoholic concoctions on offer, but his head whips around at the familiar voice.

He almost rushes over, almost grabs her and pulls her into a hug. His fingers dig into his palms as he forces himself still, waits for his heart to not seem like it's about to jump right out of his throat before he turns fully around, scanning the room for Adam.

And then, he takes a deep breath, and, as nonchalantly as possible, slides over to Blue. ]

Thought you only did parties wearing togas?

Aren't computers supposed to be programmed by humans? [ Ronan raises an eyebrow. He doesn't know the woman, but it's an interesting rhetoric, even for a guy like him, who cares so little about technology. ]

If we're the ones programming it, shouldn't it know what we like already?

[ Logic, right?

It's very obvious that Ronan knows nothing about algorithms. ]

[ Ronan's not really an expert on music; his taste is very... eclectic, in some ways, but also pretty limited. So it's not like he feels like he can really say this is not music. It's just not his kind of music. ]

What would you qualify this as? Noise?

[ He smiles, a little amused and a lot dangerous. ]

It's an allegory about the beauty of death. [ Even if it's true, Ronan is perfectly aware he's being an asshole with that answer. Which is why he smiles even brighter, still too sharp to look sincere. ]

Well, is there anything better than to hear it?

[ Fuck it. It's fairly easy to spot the DJ deck, and Rona makes his way over, jumping behind the computer, his grin growing more and more like he's about to unleash a storm upon the whole place.

And boy, when he does find the song after some quick research, does he unleash it.

He'd almost feel a little sorry for the party-goers, if only he wasn't so easily pleased by ruining the mood. He jumps off the DJ deck, and raises an eyebrow at the guy he'd been talking to, holding a hand up in the air, no words necessary. ]

[He slips in next to her, tips his head as if he's evening out his hearing, and makes a considering face. Yes. Yes, okay. Let's discuss.]

Well, I'm pretty sure unless you mixed this electronica disaster, you have nothing to be ashamed about. You couldn't possibly like your music sounding like it was mixed in a fax machine that's also on fire at the same time.

[He considers it another moment.]

Well, unless that's what you do. In that case, godspeed for your experimentation.

[Declan's shoulders lower a little. It's Ronan. It's fine. He hopes things are fine, anyway.

Remaind swoops back to Declan's shoulder, broad flat face catching his curls just a little. He nods his head a bit, breathes in and out.]

Are you?

[This is the important part.]

I came. Because Matthew was...I don't know. You weren't picking up your phone.

[He's just arriving (and watching the walking plant, there are stranger things between heaven and earth) when he hears Blue Sargent, short, unfashionable, furious, Ronan's perfect heterosexual soulmate, frankly, considering their tempers and their propensity to gravitate towards Richard Campbell Gansey III. He isn't sure who he expected, but probably not Blue - after all, Declan's life barely revolved around Ronan's circle of friends.

It would have been nice if someone from his own social circle decided to make the jump, but beggars, choosers, so on.]

I think it means you're early.

Garbage, [ she practically hisses, perhaps the most venomous tone she's ever taken about anything in a long time. This poor music is a personal affront, alright.

Though at his own smile, her expression softens just a touch. She can't tell if he's bullshitting or not, which. Fibbing a fibber is a pretty impressive feat. ]

... And it's called the 'Murder Squash' song. Really. [ Tone flat as the energy of the dancers out there trying to adjust to the music. ]

[ The blond can't help but give an amused snort of a laugh at that (in her opinion, very apt) description of what's currently playing. ]

Electronica Disaster would make a good band name, at least. So would Fax Machine Aflame. But as for actual music sounding like that? [ She gives a dismissive wave of her hand. ]

Thankfully, I do no such thing. My music mixing is a masterpiece. [ Perhaps one of the few things in life Rose is prideful in is her musical inclination. ]

[ ... No. ]

Okay, well. Yes. That's pretty funny.

[ Even she can acknowledge that. Funny, and a little sad. Those poor dancers deserve better with how hard they're trying. ]

I'm going to. If it'll let me, anyway. I'll even do it for free! That's how desperate this situation is!

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