hexarchate_rpg | Chapter 3.1: The party begins

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EDIT: The base is sited in the year 951, in a very odd timeline that has NO h*archate. Supplies have to be brought in via rift from other timelines. Thread here.

Ashari's new base features variable layout, which has been put to use in creating an extravagant ballroom. Tables to one side boast a variety of foods, drinks both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and the occasional euphoric drugs. Candlevines glow blue and violet, and flower arrangements interspersed with fantastic sculptures of lace-woven wire adorn the tables. The arrangements mean various sarcastic things, if you're familiar with the Andan petal language.

Music plays softly enough not to overwhelm conversation, loudly enough to set a mood complementing the low-key lighting.

Remi is one of the first arrivals from the Cantata, shepherding the mothlings. Because he's a Nirai, he has a slate and is taking notes, although he is happy enough to talk to anyone who approaches him.

The kitchen is currently adjacent to the ballroom. Ashari's voice can be heard, raised in some kind of argument with...a caterer?

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From:

venndaai

Sulen waits by the drinks table for the newcomers to arrive, and resists the urge to pocket some of the euphorics for later.

[Hello everyone! Sulen is, at least for the moment, the Cantata's XO, and will try to introduce themself to all new characters. They're a severe looking person who gives the impression of being taller than they actually are, has long hair pinned up, and their eyes frequently flicker slightly bronze from compulsively scrying people's signifiers. They're a very obvious ex-Rahal despite wearing plain black to this party instead of plain gray.

If you know your character's signifier, Sulen will be checking them out! We have a list of the signifiers that have so far come up here.]

From:

rugessnome

[I think timeline-wise that this should be the absolute tail end of Liozh signifiers, if they're still available, but if there's NO hexarchate here ...how does that affect scrying? :O ]

From:

yhlee

[Assume there's a very local calendar specific to the base for scrying/exotic effect purposes.]

From:

venndaai

[Ooh, good question that I should have thought of, lol.]

From:

sageling

Hana is not particularly enthused about a party, but she does make a beeline for the recreational drug table. She asks the grid a few questions about the euphorics before placing one under her tongue and slipping a few more into a hidden pocket. She complements this with tossing back something alcoholic, too-sweet, too-sharp, that feels like it kicks her uvula on the way down. While she's self medicating, she's scanning the room and looking at the others somewhat warily. She nods at Sulen, enough not to come off as impolite, and waits impatiently for the euphoric to kick in.

[The last time she was scryed, her signifier represented a protective personality leaning more toward the education side of the Vidona's purview than punishing heretics. Perhaps something like Stingray Hovering, or a new one like Stingray Guarding Clutch. Now, however, Hana's signifier is Stingray Washed Up.]

From:

venndaai

Sulen approaches Hana, and says, "Tziri Hana?" They bow to her. "Aricura Sulen, executive officer of the Cantata. Welcome to the crew."

Hana's signifier is ringing alarm bells, but they're comfortingly familiar alarm bells. Sulen has dealt with a fair number of troublesome Vidona.

[I'm thinking Sulen has read a very abridged summary of Hana's resume and has gotten some wrong ideas about her career path- assumes that like themself, she joined a faction out of sincere belief, or perhaps ambition, and later became disillusioned.]

From:

sageling

Hana regards Sulen for a moment before bowing in return. She remembers a list of names and minimal - very minimal - information about the crew she'd be joining and recognizes Sulen's name and rank, if nothing else. "Good to meet you, Aricura Sulen." Which isn't - well, it's not going to be a lie, as soon as the drugs kick in and she doesn't feel like the party and social interaction is going to set her teeth on edge.

At the same time, she can count on one hand the number of adults she'd interacted with over the years who weren't Vidona or in the Vidona's clutches, so part of her obvious discomfort is at least mitigated over relief at being around normal adults. She smiles, feeling the euphoric fizz away under her tongue. "Thank you for the welcome. It's... good to be here."

[That totally makes sense and is not something Hana is likely to correct unless it directly comes up. She doesn't really want to talk about the Vidona.]

From:

venndaai

Well, Sulen supposes it's good that somebody is pleased about being on the Cantata. They hope the sentiment lasts.

They're finding it a little offensive to their sensibilities to be interacting with so many obviously intoxicated people at what is, technically, a work function. They've enjoyed themself at plenty of Andan parties, but they were never there to work. At least not officially.

"Have you been on the station long?"

Edited Date: 2020-01-12 03:25 am (UTC)

From:

sageling

Considering where she'd just come from, Hana has a hard time imagining that she wouldn't be pleased about being just about anywhere. The vacuum of space would be awful, likely. The middle of a sun is no good. But the Cantata? Why not? Might as well exist somewhere.

If it helps Sulen's sensibilities, the intoxication has not yet kicked in for Hana. (And if it helps Hana's defense, she isn't the one who provided all the intoxicants to begin with.)

"Not very long at all, no. A... week, I think. I was unconscious for the first bit of it," she says apologetically, and makes no further move to explain herself.

Chapter 3.1: The party begins

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