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

Re: Devi D \ OTA

[prefers_magneto]

He sees her from across the room. He approaches hesitantly, not assuming he's welcome. Does she even remember him? This place always did mess with time and memories. She doesn't look up as she asks the question, but he doesn't assume it's not directed at him.

"I'm not much for pastries."

Maybe she remembers he always brought them home for her.

[artistwithasickness]

Devi had checked to see if their apartment was still there but hadn't thought to check the network, brain otherwise busy with the Prime Survival Checklist and ticking off the most important boxes first. So she'd missed Erik's post but had thought about him all the same. She knew better than to pin too many hopes on him being there at all, much less remembering what they had, what they were to each other, but there was always a good amount of it nonetheless.

There's no mistaking his voice and Devi's head whips up and over, face breaking into a broad and familiar grin as she took in the angles and status of his face. Breathtaking and timeless as always. But the sheet of possibilities wave their little flags and Devi's grin simmers down a little, like she'd remembered herself and her manners. It still danced in her eyes though.

"More for me." God, she just wanted to tackle him into a hug. "You're lucky we're at a party and not on the street, otherwise I might be invading your personal space for a hug." A tentative toe into those waters. Safe and playful and something she figured she could gauge a status off of with one response from him. He never had a problem hiding how he felt.

[prefers_magneto]

His expression creeps further into a smile.

"A hug? How scandalous. If you do it anyway, do you think they'll kick us out?" he prods.

[artistwithasickness]

A beat passes before Devi's grin spreads again and she launches herself at him, wrapping him up in a tight, happy hug. She didn't care if they'd get kicked out, (they wouldn't and if someone tried, they'd have to deal with Her), the only thing that mattered was greeting him properly.

"I missed you," she whispers in his ear before pulling back enough to pull his face into focus. "You're older," Devi comments, reaching up to stroke the depth of his crows feet with her thumb and smile. "It suits you."

[prefers_magneto]

"You look exactly the same," he says, keeping one hand on her waist as she pulls back. "I hope you are older so I get extra points for that," he teases happily.

[artistwithasickness]

"I am and you do, but I can't promise how that affects my face." She didn't have any problem with the difference of time, or the way time physically stood still for her. She brushes her thumb over his cheek again before sinking back onto her heels, making no move to pull further away.

"How much do you remember? How much of this place?" How much of Them? Devi D wasn't the kind to have her heart up in her throat but Erik and Caius were the only ones that had ever managed to lodge it there permanently.

How much of the life with her did he remember? How much of it did he want to keep?

[prefers_magneto]

"I remember everything," he tells her. "As soon as my feet set on the ground here, I remembered everything. But it seemed like too much to hope that you'd be here. Though, truthfully, the sliver of hope that mad it through is probably the reason I came to this party. We used to come to their parties. Remember?" he asks.

He takes her hand from his arm and holds it against his chest.

"Thirty years later, and it's like it all happened last week. Dance with me."