iterumrp | Arrival Mingle

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.

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"Ooh," Devi coos, inspecting the macaroons with a little more interest than she did before. Of course, Devi had no idea what a perfect or imperfect macaroon looked like so she was going to have to trust Kate the baking Queen, but she did enjoy trying, regardless.

"Eh," she says, shrugging at the question. "I'm back out and about and really, that's all that matters. Just happy to be included, that kind of thing. All these things that are the same make me question how much has changed - something has to have, and not just our dear watchful overlords. I'm actually looking forward to some downtime to figure it out. I saw they managed to keep your shop! They kept my art studio too, so thank fuck neither of us has to try and rebuild that. Have you see who's runnin' this place yet? I noticed the lack of silver framed picture of the Emperor and thank fuck for that too. Hated that face."

"I'm sure they taste fine." The macarons are fine. To put it simply, Kate is a snob. She notices the imperfections because she, instead of striving for excellence, goes for perfection. She would have rather thrown the whole batch out instead of serving something that looked off-center. It is not an endearing quality.

"C'mon Devi. You wouldn't let yourself not be included. It would be near impossible to keep you out of a place you didn't want to go to." Kate has a sudden flash back to when several people got in trouble for snooping where they ought not to snoop and causing trouble for the Magistrates. Is it going to be like that this time around? She doesn't know. Maybe the powers-that-be won't be such assholes. It could happen, strangers things already have.

"It is, it is. I'm shooting for a mid-August or before grand reopening." She takes a sip from her wine glass. "I'm glad to hear about your art studio. Was it very dusty? It's going to take me forever to clean up Flour Power and get it how I like it."

She shakes her head. "It was such a smug picture too. I don't know what to make of the Duchess."

She straightens from her inspection with a grin and a look over, shrugging with an attempt to look innocent and utterly blameless, but that wasn't anything she could really ever pull off. Devi was not an Innocent looking woman, by any imagination.

"That was my next question, because I will continue to spend my money at your shop. I love your shit." Kate's baked goods were the creme de la creme and anyone who disagreed was flat wrong.

"But yeah, impact needs a good cleaning. I haven't taken the time to investigate how much of my paints survived, but if I have to start that over, I have to start that over. All my art is gone though, so I guess I'm getting a day job... I wonder if the bookstore is hiring.." She hums and focuses back on Kate.

"I don't know either. We'll know when we see her but I'm not letting the stern look get her anywhere. It's easy to look that calm, but staying that calm..." That was a different story.

"If you ever need someone to taste test flavors for you.. I would work for free. Just so you know." She bats her eyelashes again.

She is not fooled by Devi's innocent look. She knows better. Once again, however, Kate is struck by just how pretty Devi's lips are.

"Thank you, Devi. I'm glad to know that I can continue to count on your support. It means a lot." It really does. "Does paint have an expiration date? I have to admit, I can't see you working customer service." Or having a day job for that matter.

Kate nods her head at Devi's assessment of the situation. She hopes there won't be trouble... with anyone.

"I'll keep you in mind. I'm always trying out new flavors so I think I may just need to take you up on your offer."

"Good." She didn't do sugar often but that was due to a lack of sweet things that she liked. Besides, taste testing was a super useful skills if you have a friend that bakes.

"But yeah, paint dries out, some separate, things like that. It's something that is better off being used. And I was only in customer service for most all of my working life, outside of my contract with NERVE. Pretty good at it, actually, though customers suck. I like inventory."

She shrugs a little and smiles. "If I have to get a job to restart impact, that isn't a problem. I've worked before. Does that mean when I open it I can come to you for catering?"

"Do you need a job or do you need money because if it's the latter, maybe I can help?" She looks a bit shifty and has lowered her voice because talking about money can be so gauche.

"Of course you can and for you, I'll only charge cost of materials plus labor."

"'Need' is a strong word right now, either way. But now I'm curious," she says, sidling a little closer.

"How do you mean 'you can help'?"

"Well," she begins and feels a bit of defensiveness rise up in her. What she had done to earn her money is not something she's particularly proud of. "You remember how I earned enough money to open Flour Power. Well. Let's just say that I didn't trust the bank with most of it and I didn't always put my profits from Flour Power into the bank."

Devi's eyebrows lifted and she leans in a little more, lowering her voice appropriately. She wasn't here to spread business and the paranoia of people taking interest in that kinda shit was real.

"Are we talking mattress money or put it in your walls money? Were all those jokes about you dealing in flour and sugar on the black market true?" She was dead serious too. No judgement Kate, you do you.

"Mattress money?" She is confused. Why would people put money in their mattress. That doesn't seem very secure. "No. I have a safe. It was still intact when I retook Flour Power. As for those jokes, I can neither confirm nor deny."

"I suppose a safe is a reasonable place to put it." And clearly not the first place she'd put it.

But Devi smirks at the rest of it.

"I won't tell, but I also won't force you. Of course that will mean that the rumors will continue."

"What am I if not reasonable?" She's not putting money in a mattress. Do you know how expensive mattresses are? There's no way she'd damage one purposefully.

"How much do you think you'd need to start?" Kate pffts at Devi. "I don't give a damn about my bad reputation." That is possibly the biggest lie she has ever told. She does care.

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