tell 'em bring another round, we need plenty more - MYDEI'S PARTY
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kaisouWHO: Gilgamesh, Mydeimos, and you!
WHERE: in a nice building downtown. the kind you can rent for 'affairs' that has a balcony and a coordinator and wallpaper that looks vintage and expensive.
WHEN: garbled static noises, before the Library rolls in
WHAT: it's just a little mixer to welcome Mydei and his bakery to the city. nothing bad is gonna happen and it's probably just gonna be boring rich people stuff, right?
WARNINGS: i mean i don't have anything planned but i don't control you people.
[ The envelopes that come are pretty little things. Shimmering and pearlescent with hand-written calligraphy on the front in gleaming golden ink. ]
YOU ARE INVITED
to the premiere of the
CHRYSOS CAFE
an in-development full-service bakery debuting soon in Kaisou
[ The date, time, and location were printed just beneath the summons. A little blurb promised food and refreshments. A strange, blank white card was tucked into every invitation, with another line just underneath all of the rest of the nitty-gritty details, entreating you to hold onto the card.
There's a few ways that one of these fancy little invitations can end up in your hands. If you are known to Gilgamesh, Sampo Koski, Zulius, POKEGo, or the Aides du Meropide, you were likely handed an envelope from the vector you know the best. If you're a business owner, an envelope found its way to your doorstep--one can never have too many local friends when one is going to be a local brand, after all.
And should all of that fail, well.
More than a few ofBarbatos' Zulius' moogles moonlight as couriers for pay... but they're also well known to have none of that Eorzean discipline that the Moogle Postmasers of old so prided themselves on. You could definitely look like the guy with the face if it gets them off to the Pompub faster. Alternatively, the divine winds of an inspired September might pick up and splat, there's an envelope right in your mean little mug.
... or you could just try doorcrashing. What's the worst that a boring rich guy's function can muster, right? ]
[ So there's door security.
Why wouldn't there be door security?
The venue is one of those charming, ritzy places that breathes opulence and months of being booked out in advance, so the fact that Gilgamesh just decided to do this in the last few weeks conjures up all sorts of ghosts as to what he's willing to do to get his way. You don't learn about places like this unless you have a Coordinator of Ceremonies who knows a guy. It's richly decorated and warmly lit, and again, there's guys at the front door and they are checking invitations quite closely.
If you're gate-crashing, the DC is a 5.
Lighter's checking invitations very closely but he's also chronically faceblind, and the other Aides are... lax, but professionally wary. They're here as a heap of precaution, not a show of force. Sometimes, you just want people in nice charcoal shirts and sunglasses to look smartly over things for a bit of security theater, and if a rogue youkai tries to wreck your shit, it's better safe than sorry, right?
Once you're past the door himbo or his relief, you'll be coat-checked and directed up a lovely grand staircase (or a beautiful antique elevator with an attendant, because we're in money money territory here) to the rich colors and paintings and sculpture-laden pathways that lead to the meeting rooms. There's a few doors that lead off on the far ends of the room; there's an Aide posted at the leftmost door. A well polished wooden dance floor is being attended by a DJ because Mydeimos managed to beg off the string quarter that Gilgamesh had been considering. The DJ'll play mostly instrumental things, but she's just a mortal woman and she can be bribed to put something else on if you need words to dance to. There's plenty of room for a whirl and a twirl, if you want to try your hand at a bit of ballroom.
The rest of the room is crowded up with four key points of convergence: the bar, the buffet, the presentation corner, and Mister Coldfeet'sGame Gift Corner. The unguarded door leads out to a balcony, if you find yourself in need of some cool midday to evening air while Caramelldansen plays a room away from you. ]
[ There's a strange discord in the presented buffet table--or should I say buffet tables. Most events pick one collection of lowest common denominator foods in order to please and appeal to the maximum amount of people--which is something Gilgamesh has done. There's a buffet line of all of the rich fancy foods you expect; top-tier charcuterie, deviled eggs, fancy little weenies, vegetables wrapped in bacon, tiny tacos, and vegetarian and vegan options of many of the selfsame options. If you dreamed of being offered it by staff in ties off of round golden trays, it's here.
But there's also a whole second set of options and it looks like Gilgamesh found somebody's uncle Konstantinos to get an absolutely gorgeous spread of Greek options. Spanakopita, moussaka, fresh pita and the hot gyro meat that goes best with them, ramekins of stifado, horiatiki, fresh chips and cups of tzatziki--Gilgamesh opted for a little bit of everything in an attempt to give his brother a taste of home, and it'll be a cold day in hell before he ever admits that outloud to anyone, even under pressure of death. Between the two spreads, there's about anything you could imagine, barring... I don't know. Foods made from human products. You'll have to figure out your blood needs on your own, Barefoot Contessa, we don't have any at the store.
As for the bar, well; it's a spectacle all of its own and a certain towering wolf-man and his recruited hands stand at attention to make you drinks worthy of them gods themselves. Gilgamesh makes a point of coming over in the early thrum of the party, after the bar's finished setting up to order an Indigo Wellspring, because the King is ever so fond of his wine... and then he drops a few hundred dollar bills in a jar labeled 'TIPS APPRECIATED' with a little gold placard in front of it.
It's a challenge and a warning, to anyone who thinks they're worthy of having the King's attention. Everybody else can probably give away with like, a fiver or something. You don't have to play the rich boy game if you didn't buy into the table. ]
[ Of course, the whole reason behind this little get together is to get people excited about the Chrysos Cafe, is it not? It's definitely not one brother's uncertain attempt to prove his willingness to get to know and bond with the other in the only language he knows to matter when it comes to matters of the heart, noooo.
The mockups for the Chrysos Cafe were clearly done by a well-seasoned professional. There's large-set photographs of the space, cleaned and ready for the renovations, and the sketches of where the smart, modern looking ovens and clean, well-lit display cases are going to frame the store while cozy chairs and tables of an eclectic, colorful space simulate a little place to settle in the midst of a busy market. Plants spill their vines from high cabinets and it's bright and clean in the same way that it's worn and warm. A stack of cards with Mydei's 'purritobakes' social media handle take up the small table by the displays, and a sign invites guests to experience a taste of the Chrysos Cafe for themselves in the mockup space, through the open door that has an Aide stationed next to it.
Following the invitation to said mockup space will bring you to a babygate for safety, and where the members of POKEGO are playing rock-paper-scissors to have their turn in the cafe-space-come-to-life.
There's no ovens or machinery or walk-in freezers, of course, but the just-this-side-of-not-matching tables and chairs are lousy with cute, well-behaved Pokemon that would like you to pat them and enjoy a sample of Mydeimos' own cooking. There's some sort of sound-dampening aura to this room, and whether that's from magic or really good soundproofing panels is up to you to decide; the Pokemon needed a quieter space to settle in if there were Far Too Many People and the same can be said for the academics. While there's no coffee and tea on tap, anyone visiting this room will be presented with a well-sized bag filled with the pasteli, tsoureki bread, and loukoumades that Mydei was up 'til three am making in a fugue state. Every bag has a custom purritobakes sticker with a cute little paw print for a backdrop.
If you open your baked goods in this room, the Pokemon will want some. You will be encouraged to open your baked goods in this room. Be wary. ]
Fancy a game?
[ there's an expression on Sampo's face that suggests he's up to something--and maybe he is, given he's got a whole table in the fancy party hall taken up with--yep, those are most certainly red solo cups. You can't really tell; but they seemed to be weighed down by something, as trying to touch one doesn't move them an inch--but there doesn't appear to be anything inside? ]
Aw, don't be so suspicious, friend. It's just a game. You know, throw the ball, land in a cup, win a prize? It wasn't even my idea--it was my buddy's here!
[ and with a snap of his fingers, a little ... well; one might call it a man that appears. He floats in mid-air just behind Sampo, and while the thing's body seems to be a featureless man who's... missing most of his head, the cloud of party favors and masks that surround the being make it hard to focus on the fact that the being might have a head or not, at all. ]
Buuuut, if you don't trust my game--which you should, it's honestly just in good fun--maybe you wanna play a different game?
It doesn't even have to be WITH me, if you really don't trust your ol' pal Sampo. Play it with a different pal--so long as there's a clear winner and a loser, I'll make sure you get a prize, too! It's called Two Truths and a Lie! Tell three things to a buddy, and suss out which are true and which are false. If you both win the first round, keep playing til' you stump your pal. Winner gets something nice. Whadda ya say?
...And don't forget to pick up one of your grab bags before you go.
...What, have you never been to a rich person's party before? There's always a bag of nice things to take on your way out. Sometimes it's just nice soap or gift cards, but. With the king, you never know, right?
[ ooc: please refer to this post to get your grab bag prizes. ]
[ The cake is a stunner of a centerpiece. The cake is wonderful. It's three tiers of Lycaon's keenest work, pomegranate and chocolate and red velvet with a special surprise~ and to tell more of the cake is to need its own post. And as for what happens after... ]
[ And in the wake of all the excitement, all things must end.
While Gilgamesh makes arrangements to pay for... certain burnt accoutrements, the rest of the party needs to be broken down and packed up. There's plenty (12) of food that needs to go home with someone, and the rich people certainly aren't going to eat leftovers. Help yourself to a few platefuls of the good stuff. Lycaon probably made sure there were enough plates and tinfoil to see that everything was distributed after the staff had their meals.
And of course, don't forget your giftbag. Maybe check on Sampo Koski, lying face down on the floor to make sure he's breathing until Gilgamesh turns up to get his clown in a princess carry and wanders towards the balcony in search of his poor, overstimulated brother.
All in all, it wasn't too bad of a night, was it? ]
coins designed and drawn by my darling Prince, wonderful cake and drink menu drawn and designed by RC <3
WHERE: in a nice building downtown. the kind you can rent for 'affairs' that has a balcony and a coordinator and wallpaper that looks vintage and expensive.
WHEN: garbled static noises, before the Library rolls in
WHAT: it's just a little mixer to welcome Mydei and his bakery to the city. nothing bad is gonna happen and it's probably just gonna be boring rich people stuff, right?
WARNINGS: i mean i don't have anything planned but i don't control you people.
[ The envelopes that come are pretty little things. Shimmering and pearlescent with hand-written calligraphy on the front in gleaming golden ink. ]
to the premiere of the
CHRYSOS CAFE
an in-development full-service bakery debuting soon in Kaisou
[ The date, time, and location were printed just beneath the summons. A little blurb promised food and refreshments. A strange, blank white card was tucked into every invitation, with another line just underneath all of the rest of the nitty-gritty details, entreating you to hold onto the card.
There's a few ways that one of these fancy little invitations can end up in your hands. If you are known to Gilgamesh, Sampo Koski, Zulius, POKEGo, or the Aides du Meropide, you were likely handed an envelope from the vector you know the best. If you're a business owner, an envelope found its way to your doorstep--one can never have too many local friends when one is going to be a local brand, after all.
And should all of that fail, well.
More than a few of
... or you could just try doorcrashing. What's the worst that a boring rich guy's function can muster, right? ]
ON ARRIVAL;
[ So there's door security.
Why wouldn't there be door security?
The venue is one of those charming, ritzy places that breathes opulence and months of being booked out in advance, so the fact that Gilgamesh just decided to do this in the last few weeks conjures up all sorts of ghosts as to what he's willing to do to get his way. You don't learn about places like this unless you have a Coordinator of Ceremonies who knows a guy. It's richly decorated and warmly lit, and again, there's guys at the front door and they are checking invitations quite closely.
If you're gate-crashing, the DC is a 5.
Lighter's checking invitations very closely but he's also chronically faceblind, and the other Aides are... lax, but professionally wary. They're here as a heap of precaution, not a show of force. Sometimes, you just want people in nice charcoal shirts and sunglasses to look smartly over things for a bit of security theater, and if a rogue youkai tries to wreck your shit, it's better safe than sorry, right?
Once you're past the door himbo or his relief, you'll be coat-checked and directed up a lovely grand staircase (or a beautiful antique elevator with an attendant, because we're in money money territory here) to the rich colors and paintings and sculpture-laden pathways that lead to the meeting rooms. There's a few doors that lead off on the far ends of the room; there's an Aide posted at the leftmost door. A well polished wooden dance floor is being attended by a DJ because Mydeimos managed to beg off the string quarter that Gilgamesh had been considering. The DJ'll play mostly instrumental things, but she's just a mortal woman and she can be bribed to put something else on if you need words to dance to. There's plenty of room for a whirl and a twirl, if you want to try your hand at a bit of ballroom.
The rest of the room is crowded up with four key points of convergence: the bar, the buffet, the presentation corner, and Mister Coldfeet's
REFRESHMENTS;
[ There's a strange discord in the presented buffet table--or should I say buffet tables. Most events pick one collection of lowest common denominator foods in order to please and appeal to the maximum amount of people--which is something Gilgamesh has done. There's a buffet line of all of the rich fancy foods you expect; top-tier charcuterie, deviled eggs, fancy little weenies, vegetables wrapped in bacon, tiny tacos, and vegetarian and vegan options of many of the selfsame options. If you dreamed of being offered it by staff in ties off of round golden trays, it's here.
But there's also a whole second set of options and it looks like Gilgamesh found somebody's uncle Konstantinos to get an absolutely gorgeous spread of Greek options. Spanakopita, moussaka, fresh pita and the hot gyro meat that goes best with them, ramekins of stifado, horiatiki, fresh chips and cups of tzatziki--Gilgamesh opted for a little bit of everything in an attempt to give his brother a taste of home, and it'll be a cold day in hell before he ever admits that outloud to anyone, even under pressure of death. Between the two spreads, there's about anything you could imagine, barring... I don't know. Foods made from human products. You'll have to figure out your blood needs on your own, Barefoot Contessa, we don't have any at the store.
As for the bar, well; it's a spectacle all of its own and a certain towering wolf-man and his recruited hands stand at attention to make you drinks worthy of them gods themselves. Gilgamesh makes a point of coming over in the early thrum of the party, after the bar's finished setting up to order an Indigo Wellspring, because the King is ever so fond of his wine... and then he drops a few hundred dollar bills in a jar labeled 'TIPS APPRECIATED' with a little gold placard in front of it.
It's a challenge and a warning, to anyone who thinks they're worthy of having the King's attention. Everybody else can probably give away with like, a fiver or something. You don't have to play the rich boy game if you didn't buy into the table. ]
CHRYSOS CAFE;
[ Of course, the whole reason behind this little get together is to get people excited about the Chrysos Cafe, is it not? It's definitely not one brother's uncertain attempt to prove his willingness to get to know and bond with the other in the only language he knows to matter when it comes to matters of the heart, noooo.
The mockups for the Chrysos Cafe were clearly done by a well-seasoned professional. There's large-set photographs of the space, cleaned and ready for the renovations, and the sketches of where the smart, modern looking ovens and clean, well-lit display cases are going to frame the store while cozy chairs and tables of an eclectic, colorful space simulate a little place to settle in the midst of a busy market. Plants spill their vines from high cabinets and it's bright and clean in the same way that it's worn and warm. A stack of cards with Mydei's 'purritobakes' social media handle take up the small table by the displays, and a sign invites guests to experience a taste of the Chrysos Cafe for themselves in the mockup space, through the open door that has an Aide stationed next to it.
Following the invitation to said mockup space will bring you to a babygate for safety, and where the members of POKEGO are playing rock-paper-scissors to have their turn in the cafe-space-come-to-life.
There's no ovens or machinery or walk-in freezers, of course, but the just-this-side-of-not-matching tables and chairs are lousy with cute, well-behaved Pokemon that would like you to pat them and enjoy a sample of Mydeimos' own cooking. There's some sort of sound-dampening aura to this room, and whether that's from magic or really good soundproofing panels is up to you to decide; the Pokemon needed a quieter space to settle in if there were Far Too Many People and the same can be said for the academics. While there's no coffee and tea on tap, anyone visiting this room will be presented with a well-sized bag filled with the pasteli, tsoureki bread, and loukoumades that Mydei was up 'til three am making in a fugue state. Every bag has a custom purritobakes sticker with a cute little paw print for a backdrop.
If you open your baked goods in this room, the Pokemon will want some. You will be encouraged to open your baked goods in this room. Be wary. ]
MISTER COLDFEET'S GIFT CORNER;
Fancy a game?
[ there's an expression on Sampo's face that suggests he's up to something--and maybe he is, given he's got a whole table in the fancy party hall taken up with--yep, those are most certainly red solo cups. You can't really tell; but they seemed to be weighed down by something, as trying to touch one doesn't move them an inch--but there doesn't appear to be anything inside? ]
Aw, don't be so suspicious, friend. It's just a game. You know, throw the ball, land in a cup, win a prize? It wasn't even my idea--it was my buddy's here!
[ and with a snap of his fingers, a little ... well; one might call it a man that appears. He floats in mid-air just behind Sampo, and while the thing's body seems to be a featureless man who's... missing most of his head, the cloud of party favors and masks that surround the being make it hard to focus on the fact that the being might have a head or not, at all. ]
Buuuut, if you don't trust my game--which you should, it's honestly just in good fun--maybe you wanna play a different game?
It doesn't even have to be WITH me, if you really don't trust your ol' pal Sampo. Play it with a different pal--so long as there's a clear winner and a loser, I'll make sure you get a prize, too! It's called Two Truths and a Lie! Tell three things to a buddy, and suss out which are true and which are false. If you both win the first round, keep playing til' you stump your pal. Winner gets something nice. Whadda ya say?
...And don't forget to pick up one of your grab bags before you go.
...What, have you never been to a rich person's party before? There's always a bag of nice things to take on your way out. Sometimes it's just nice soap or gift cards, but. With the king, you never know, right?
[ ooc: please refer to this post to get your grab bag prizes. ]
THE CAKE;
[ The cake is a stunner of a centerpiece. The cake is wonderful. It's three tiers of Lycaon's keenest work, pomegranate and chocolate and red velvet with a special surprise~ and to tell more of the cake is to need its own post. And as for what happens after... ]
AND SO;
[ And in the wake of all the excitement, all things must end.
While Gilgamesh makes arrangements to pay for... certain burnt accoutrements, the rest of the party needs to be broken down and packed up. There's plenty (12) of food that needs to go home with someone, and the rich people certainly aren't going to eat leftovers. Help yourself to a few platefuls of the good stuff. Lycaon probably made sure there were enough plates and tinfoil to see that everything was distributed after the staff had their meals.
And of course, don't forget your giftbag. Maybe check on Sampo Koski, lying face down on the floor to make sure he's breathing until Gilgamesh turns up to get his clown in a princess carry and wanders towards the balcony in search of his poor, overstimulated brother.
All in all, it wasn't too bad of a night, was it? ]
coins designed and drawn by my darling Prince, wonderful cake and drink menu drawn and designed by RC <3
