[OPEN] We'll Take A Cup of Kindness Yet

[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:

[The morning of December 31st, all residents will receive a handwritten invitation slipped under their door.]



You are cordially invited to attend a party
celebrating the New Year

Wonderland Ballroom
8 pm - 1 am

Semi-Formal Attire
Buffet & Bar
No RSVP Required

All Ages Welcome

For inquiries, contact E. O'Connell

[Punctuality in planning is important: the ballroom itself will only be ready for guests at exactly 8 o'clock, bedecked in glittering golds and the red-green of Christmas' vestiges, still clinging to the old year. Dining tables surround a central dance floor, bars and buffets dot the edges of the room and both holly and mistletoe are expressed liberally through the interior.

Mingle, dance, eat and be merry! The New Year will come in at midnight - the band will play and the drinks will flow for long after.]

Comments

[nonscriptum]

Hah.

[It's a disbelieving laugh, because he didn't expect to bump shoulders with someone taking his suggested word as Gospel and frankly, maybe that should happen more often. Nate turns to blink down at her, smiling crookedly.]

That was...a very serious answer to a less-than-serious question. [Ish. He would have dug something out of a nearby cupboard even if it killed him. Probably if it killed him.] I like the cut of your jib.

[quickgenius]

[She can tell that she surprised him with her answer, and the smile on her face is just a little bit cheeky. Her expertise on explosives is... not huge, but her expertise on designing and building something that could is much more impressive. And the fact that he’s at a New Year’s party and opening conversations with it means ] Well it is New Year’s after all. Fireworks seem like they’d be appropriate.

[She grins up at him.] Likewise. You opened up conversation using the phrase recreational explosives. Pretty sure I have to get to know you.

Jesse. Jesse Wells.

[nonscriptum]

Uh, Nate. Drake.

[Nate isn't exactly accustomed to people being legitimately enthused to make his acquaintance. In bars it tends to make more sense - people tell him that he's easy on the eyes and he's happy to agree if it nets some interesting conversation.]

You don't...work in explosives, do you?

[She doesn't seem the type, a little too wiry and cheery for it unless times have really changed.]

[quickgenius]

[Jesse hadn’t expected to flummox him with something like being pleased to meet him and she can’t help but be amused. Of course, considering the people she was spending time with before coming to Wonderland, and how she grew up, it’s no surprise she’s meeting people just as unusual. She laughs and shakes her head, dark hair swaying.]

No I do not. Science is more my speed. Inventing and the like. Although the occasional accidental explosion has been known to occur.

[nonscriptum]

"Accidental explosions" sounds like a good description of my day-job.

[Is this what small-talk with complete strangers in a parallel universe is like? He's not doing too badly, is he?]

...what do you invent, exactly?