Arrival Mingle

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Who: Everyone.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.

The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.

The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.

The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.


The Tower

While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.

The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.

While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Comments

Peter Maximoff | ota

[silversneakers]

Peter is glad that the fancy dress rule isn't being enforced, because he couldn't be bothered to find anyway. He lives in jeans and 80s rock band t-shirts (today it's Rush) and doesn't see why returning to the city should be any different.

And of course, Peter being Peter, he's spending his time within sight of the food table, with a plate piled full that somehow never seems to get any emptier despite the fact that he is clearly eating from it.

Maybe he'll put the food down and dance, but it doesn't take long before he's back at the food table filling up again. "You should try one of those," he says, pointing, and at least he doesn't have a mouthful of food when he says it. He does have manners.

[doesnotsparkle]

It was the Rush shirt that caught Michael's opinion. Was he a music guy? Not at all. Still, he knew what he liked. He could listen to 2112 on loop. And while he was more than ready to head out, he did keep noticing the guy in the Rush shirt eating.

Planning to leave, he decided to stop and talk to the guy anyway. Stopping at the table, he heard what Peter said as he looked over and shook his head. "No, but thank you. I am quite done. I simply wanted to spare a moment to compliment your shirt. Not many care for Rush anymore." Was that true? Who was the last person to talk to this pale man about music? Nikos maybe? Nah, Jack, It had to be Jack Russel.

Michael was wearing a white button up that made his pale skin very noticeable, black pants tucked into his boots and sunglasses on to hide his red eyes. Sadly, there was no hiding his fangs when he spoke, or the long black nails he has.

[silversneakers]

Michael might have an unusual appearance to some people, but Peter thinks nothing of it. Not when he knows three people who are blue, one of whom also has claws and a tail, and that's to say nothing of Scott's red eye beam and Peter's own superhuman speed. He's not even really sure what "normal" is anymore.

He does stop eating now that someone is talking to him, though.

"They don't have good taste then."

[doesnotsparkle]

The lack of reaction was really making him feel better about this world. While he shouldn't be too shocking back home, he was a bit infamous back in his world as a vampire murderer. But, he always assumes it's how he looks, a far cry from the man he had once been. He had once seen Scott's beams aimed at him, but not the same Scott that Peter knew, of course.

"Clearly not, but I am told everyone feels that way as they get older." He mused a little, he was in his 30's so, of course, he judged some music, but not heavily. "I'm Michael, by the way. New here too?"

[silversneakers]

"I'm not that old though." In his case, it's more like he's from an earlier time period than the one of this city, so he's just living in his present.

"Peter. I was actually here before."

[doesnotsparkle]

"How old are you?" He had to ask curiously. Some Meta's age differently, he should also know better than to assume with silver hair, but here they were.

"Nice to meet you, has much changed that you see?"

[silversneakers]

"Um." That question isn't as easy to answer as it had once been, between his time here and the displacement of dates between here and home, and other factors. "About 27." Not old enough to have hair that color, anyway.

"Not that I've seen, other than that everything is dustier and the Magistrates have changed."

[breakfastattiffanys]

"Pass." Sweets hold Blair's interest at the moment. There were a few delights that she might find at one of the parties or events she attended in the East Side. Thank god, she's been inwardly cringing at her rooms and job opportunities. This party is at least a chance to forget where she is and how stuck they all are.

Peter, she remembers. And even if his clothes screams "hipster", she's happy to ignore it, if only to have someone to talk to.

"You seem almost married to the table." Boys.

[silversneakers]

"Yeah." This is just something that his family and friends know about him. It's just Peter being Peter. "I've got a really fast metabolism."

[breakfastattiffanys]

"At least the food is good?" She's looking for something positive in all of this. "Do they do this a lot? Throw parties to pacify us?"

[silversneakers]

"The food is excellent." He should know. He's tried at least one of everything on the table. "Parties are nothing unusual. They like reminding us who's in charge."