Semi-closed Tomorrowland get together

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

[[Invitations here, party here. Backdated to yesterday.]]

Thankfully, the kid got over his slightly painful exchange with Katou rather quickly, especially in the face of a party and seeing everyone. He hadn't heard from Demyx, but the kid was holding out hope he'd show up anyway. Seeing the Starcade games on and going made the kid grin. The "DO NOT MAKE OUT HERE" sign on Cayce's office door only made him crack up. Fine, if he and Sara got caught making out anywhere else, and someone complained, he'd point out he wasn't making out in the office.

There were tables for refreshments on the upper level, along with tables for people to sit at with food and drink. He added some sodas he'd brought along to the refreshment table, then a couple of pizzas to another table, already feeling the giddy mood of celebrating for no reason enter his system.

His "duties" done, Setsuna went to the lower level and, instead of waiting by the door like a good host, the kid, impatiently, started to play one of the games.

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[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Starbuck hadn't really gotten used to the thing either. John had needed to talk her down the first time she saw him, since anything robotic had a tendency to make her... jumpy. But she managed a smirk in Artoo's direction before heading toward the stairs. "Indeed, I was. Better to mix for yourself, anyway." Or to not mix at all. She wasn't a screwdriver kind of girl.

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

"Aww, no issue. Artoo, I want one, and I want to ask a favor of you too, if you don't mind," Setsuna said, deciding to just let Starbuck and Logan be -- they were getting on just fine, after all. He had to smirk a little about it.

[thbbt-beep.livejournal.com]

Artoo had a feeling that Starbuck might not like him. Which was... unusual.

He whistled questioningly at Setsuna when the favor was mentioned.

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

[[I am wibbling...]]

When Setsuna was near enough, he took a drink for himself, then told Artoo, "Don't let Sara know I had one. Thank-you, Artoo. And...." here he bent down to point from Artoo's height at Kira (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/199345.html?thread=11864753#t11864753). "See that guy? Tall with black hair? Don't let him have anymore to drink. He's smashed. If he tries to take one from you, roll away. Got it?"

[thbbt-beep.livejournal.com]

“Weet weet!” Artoo whistled smartly, in a tone that could only be interpreted as ‘yes sir!’ He understood well enough about humans and alcohol to understand what Setsuna meant. Silly humans. The took so much looking after…

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

The blond smiled with relief -- one less worry off his mind. "Thanks, Artoo. Really appreciate it." Granted, he tipped back his own drink and let the alcohol burn his throat with its terrible taste.

"And let me know when your friend gets here. I'm curious who you invited."

[thbbt-beep.livejournal.com]

"Bredleiprip," Artoo chortled happily, and went off to continue doing his job.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Wise philosophy." (Especially if you came from Logan's universe.) He gave a little 'after you' wave.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

And the response he got was a 'no, after you' wave. "So, I'm gonna take a wild guess that says you're from this planet around the same century that most everyone else is."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

He gave her a smirk back that said 'you just wanna watch my ass as I go up, don't you? I guess I'm fine with that' (Logan's smirks were very expressive) and then started up the stairs. He turned his head back slightly at the question. "That's right. I take it you aren't?"

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Well, of course she had. Couldn't let a chance like that pass her by. Luckily, Logan was smart enough to understand that he was in a very nice position. "Nah, from a planet that's been completely destroyed by a bunch of machines called cylons who happen to look human. They're trying to wipe out the human race and we've been trying to find your planet, our supposed lost cousin, which is only a myth to us."

She couldn't bring herself to do the gloom-and-doom version. She was too damn tired of feeling it over and over again. Anyway, this was a party. "Guess I found out before everyone else, lucky me." She reached the top of the stairs and glanced around for the aforementioned table.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Well. That sucks." Because really, what else was there to say? "Nice to find out we do exist, I guess, yeah." Seeing her looking around, he pointed the refreshments table out. "Allá. By the pizzas, I'd say. And glory hallelujah, there's the booze."

He found a couple of cups and gave her a questioning look. "This moonshine shit is pretty damn strong. And kind of nasty, in a fruity way. What d'you want for a mixer?"

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

His response was also infinitely preferable to the ones she usually got. None of that 'gosh, that sounds so terrible, I understand the pain you must be feeling and the loss your people are going through, here let me explain to you how I know that...' It didn't help or change anything. 'List shitty experience, move on,' was exactly right in her book. "Yeah, even if I am finding out in this highly unlikely, stuck-on-a-bad-trip way," she said with only a hint of worry. "Sometimes I feel like I might wake up from the whole thing. Weird part is, I can't figure out whether that would be good or bad at this point."

She set the focaccia down by the pizzas, like he'd suggested, then smirked at the warning about the strength of the moonshine. "Don't have to worry, I know all about the stuff; John's my supplier. If you'd put just a little Sprite in there that'll be perfect."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan had had a shitty enough life to know damn well that he couldn't understand anyone else's pain; that even if he tried, that understanding would only be an imposition. You just had to acknowledge what had happened, as far as he was concerned, and then deal with whatever followed from it, because emoing over the psychological repercussions or whatever never got you anywhere. Everyone was a little bit to blame, and there really wasn't such a thing as justice.

"Yeah, I have no freaking idea how most of us'll go back to our old lives after all this crap we've learned here, even assuming we can. Oh well. Tomorrow is anotha' day."

He poured a strong Sprite-and-moonshine mix for Starbuck, and another for himself, keeping his hands in sight, and then passed one of the cups to her. "To cheap horses and fast women."

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"And faster men," she added, and downed most of the cup. "That way, the fast women don't have to do all the work. It gets old after a while."

She finally made a connection (see, alcohol always helped with clarity, screw what Lee said) that had escaped her earlier. "You write for that little paper Kira does, don't you?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"I can see how it might," he said, mock-seriously. Wanna try me out for speed?

"I do indeed. Kira's a friend. So am I now in danger of imminent physical harm? We didn't write anything about you, did we?"

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

You have to ask? "Especially around here. I never saw so many good-darling boys all in one place my whole life."

Starbuck had the advantage of not blushing easily. Otherwise she might have at that question. She did cough into her drink a little, though. "Uh no, but I somehow volunteered myself to let Kira take scandalous pictures of me for the third issue?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"'Good-darling'?" he inquired, a bit bemused. Neither were adjectives that got applied to him a lot.

"Oh, yeah, he mentioned that. Well. I feel I should inform you, it is my camera that we use, and I'm supposed to be on hand in case my services are needed as a fluffer."

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"The kind that would do Lee, back home, proud," she explained. "Very respectful and skittish and incapable of taking heavy hints."

She rolled her eyes in a good-natured way at the mention of services required. "Oh, you need to take pictures for that excuse, huh?"

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

The Doctor wandered to the upper levels in search of something to eat, the glass of moonshine still forgotten in his hand.

“Hello,” he said off-handedly to the two people already up there, cocking his head as he looked at the assembled pizzas. Then he glanced back up at the woman.

“Oh! You must be the blond with the dog!”

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Starbuck cocked her head in the direction of the newcomer, and glanced at Logan out of the corner of her eye. You know this guy?

"Uh, yeah. Word sure gets around quick, I guess."

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

“My friend claims your dog attacked him,” the Doctor said, in a conversational sort of tone that was as much a question as it was a statement.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Oh, the nice boys. Yeah, I know the type." He grinned, thinking of Duncan, and leaving no doubt (as though there'd ever been any) that he wasn't that kind himself.

The question made him give her an innocent look, though. "Me? Never? I just want to do my part to make the girls happy."

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"Always a few in every squadron." Starbuck shook her head. Hot Dog really was, though he'd never want anyone to think so.

"Oh, I see," she said, eyes widening. "It's like public service. You're doing everyone a favor." She tipped her glass, giving credit where it was due. "Not a bad way to spend your oodles of time around here."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Squadron, huh?" Military somehow. That explained the tomboy thing she had going on, which wasn't his usual brand of vodka. But on her it looked good. Like, amazingly good. He took another swallow of his drink.

"Exactly! And yeah, I recommend it." His glass clinked (or, actually, made a small plastic tapping sound, but the idea was to clink) against hers.