[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[mucked]

You're certainly welcome to take a hint -- should you feel you need one.

[ a very careful answer. not because she's worried about telling him the truth -- far from it. but because she'd never meant it as an aspersion cast on him, so now she's curious about why he'd read himself into what was originally a dig at tony. ]

But, truthfully, you seem to be managing. You took a seat here, didn't you?

[ not quite so people-averse as she might have first guessed. ]

[scoutsniper]

[Yeah, sometimes he lets something slip like that--he's so busted. By himself. ]

Yeah, well, can't scowl forever. [Though he'd done a good job of it for most of the past month.]

[mucked]

It does get rather tiring, doesn't it? [ she seems to be speaking from experience. ] Not that I'm saying we should all go around holding hands and singing hymn -- far bloody from it.

[ this is about as near as she's gotten to a decent mood in a long while. it's strange to feel. ]

But this place does its best to beat us down. Maybe there's a speck of wisdom to be found in trying to resist it every now and then.

[scoutsniper]

Not sure you could get a lot of us to even do that.

[Frank...does not hold hands. Or sing. ]

I don't know. Wish I could figure out if this place wanted me to be miserable or happy; so I could give it the opposite of what it fucking wants.

[Combative: hard mode.]

[mucked]

[ -- a bit of a snort. trust, it was far from a serious suggestion. peggy is usually the more combative person in a given room. it's a weird kind of comfort to be outdone by others who manage to be more difficult. but, then again, she doesn't have quite as much reason to push back in a mansion where very few people overlook her for her gender. ]

It wants your memories. And I suspect it'll take them whatever way it can get them: happily or miserably.

[scoutsniper]

It seems to want some emotion, though. I mean, it's got to take a lot of effort to do all this crazy shit. If it was just memories they were after, why not take them all nice and peaceful like?

[Would Frank Castle be paranoid? Nahhh.]

[mucked]

I suppose -- I suppose we must ask ourselves if a peaceful extraction is even possible. [ conversation turns murky; it so often does. ] Like pulling the keystone out of an arch -- or, hell, any stone -- you do little more than guarantee instability.

[ she pauses. ]

Many believe that memories are integral to who we are. If that's the case, I can understand why 'all this crazy shit,' as you call it, might be the only means they've got.

[scoutsniper]

[ Frank's no genius at architecture, but he gets that metaphor. ] So it might be a side effect, is what you're saying.

[This place sure seems to enjoy making those side effects, though. ]

You don't think memories are who we are? Believe me, ma'am, I'd love to get rid of some of mine. Be a different man.

[mucked]

It's not that I don't think so, but rather -- [ her nose crinkles. it's hard for someone like her to admit to ignorance, and yet: ] I know enough to know I'm no expert in psychology or neurology or any field that could properly answer that question.

All I've got are theories. And, at times, having too many theories is far far far from a good thing.

[scoutsniper]

Then again, nothing here follows the rules of goddam physics, so I'm not sure their psychology would.

[Which would just be irritating enough for this place.]

Nah, you got theories, you have stuff you can put to the test, at least.

What have you got?

[mucked]

[ she pauses -- not against this new thrust of conversation, of course, but cognizant that the circumstances mightn't be ideal. ]

Are you quite sure this is the right venue for that sort of talk?

[ that is, is he willing to get into this dirt here and now. peggy certainly doesn't mind -- someone's waiting on her for a dance, admittedly, but he can wait a little longer. ]

[scoutsniper]

[Well, fuck. that's a good point. If there are going to be eyes and ears, they'd definitely be here. ]

Some other time. [He's going to try to play it off, just in case. ] Not really a party topic, is it?

[mucked]

Not in the least. [ but she drains her drink and makes a move to stand. not before offering: ] But you're more than welcome to ring me up in the new year, Mister Castle, if you'd like to arrange a chat.

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, like we get a lot of downtime for friendly chatting. Or not so friendly chatting.

But I think I've been missing a lot, so, I might just take you up on that.

[mucked]

Oh, I don't know. Sometimes it feels like chatting is all I ever do. [ it's not a very serious answer. her mask is up; a playful persona befitting her dress and her context. ]

I hope to hear from you. [ ... ] After all, I do think you said something about lunch?

[scoutsniper]

Yeah, well, chatting's better than dying. Or getting otherwise fucked around by this place.

[ She's a lady and he should watch his language but sometimes, you know, it slips out. Because fuck this place. ]

Yeah, lunch, some time when we don't have to worry about, you know, messing up clothes. [Because dirty water dogs, chili, fries and ketchup...the best cheap eats are not clean eats.]