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Post by astartia zamóre on Jun 2, 2017 4:54:34 GMT
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“This is going to be interesting,” Salacia hissed with ill-kept amusement. The boa was slinking around behind her witch as Astartia made preparations for the “party” she was throwing, giving the occasional comment on what “looks the best” and will “be the most fun.” [break] “How is a mattress surfing party ever going to be uninteresting? It’s innovative. Unexpected,” Astartia countered with a light laugh, packing another mattress on one of the various piles with a huff; mattresses were much heavier than expected, especially when one has to drag them up multiple flights of stairs. “Besides, people need to have some fun. I didn’t get too many chances when I was young, but I’d like other people to.” [break] The snake merely hummed before effortlessly directing herself to the top of one of the piles, circling her body around herself and watching Astartia with her head raised. The pale-haired witch was bustling about, flitting up and down to the Sun Cafe’s kitchen and sorting out the food arrangements for the night downstairs; she had — miraculously — convinced the Cafe to advertise the party throughout the prior week, and she’d even had people hand out fliers — the rules were simple: pajamas are optional, Jester’s Den members all had access, with a select few “outsiders” that she’d personally given the fliers to. She had already set up a system to let people go from the sixth floor staircase down without stopping — with quite a bit of effort and technical assistance — for the event. The seventh floor, of course, remained inaccessible. [break] The problem of the situation came with dragging the mattresses up to where they were meant to be, but Astartia had never known laziness — she was used to hard-work, and this was no different, though she had enlisted help earlier on, so they were almost all up. This didn’t, however, lessen the tax on her body, so she eventually threw herself on one of the mattresses upstairs to take a breather. [break] When is everyone supposed to be coming? Salacia asked with a tilt of her head, the water in her crown rippling slightly, signaling impending excitement. [break] Anytime now, really, Astartia replied, her eyes closed to the light as she tried to regain her breath before slowly lifting herself up and making her way back downstairs with a hefty groan, Salacia slithering back down at her heels, stretching her body to her full ten feet as she went. [break] Once she’d made it back down, the door opened — the fun was about to begin.
He kicked open the door to the Café, a huge grin across his face, wider than normal, with all of his teeth showing. He truly relished these sort of things, and always liked to consider himself the life of the party, making sure even if he wasn’t running it to keep the energy going. “GGOOOOOOD EVENING JESTER’S DEN~!” He yelled as he entered. He was dressed outside of his normal. Instead of his normal jacket and jeans, he sauntered in wearing a kimono, his left arm hanging out of the opening baring half his chest, his shadow arm produced through the other sleeve, which was definitely outside of the normal, but most of that would be willing to be overlooked by the simple fact he was carrying about 4 kegs in with him.
“I heard there was a party going on here, but there doesn’t seem to be a soul in sight!” he yelled to the winds. He knew full well there were people in here, there always were, and his tone was one of humor and capped at the end with a hearty laugh as he started to set up all of the kegs at the bar. Beck jumped off of Cassius’ shoulder, mounting himself upon the kegs as Cass set up, looking indignant, or at least reserved, towards the whole endeavor. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Cassius, you’ve already had something to drink, and you don’t nee-“
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go get your beak wet or something Beck.” Interrupted the witch, waving off his familiar who scoffed and fluttered up to the chandelier. Cassius heard the flomping of mattresses from up the stairs and the balcony, and called up as he headed to check out this legendary track. Slowly making his way up the stairs he liked what he saw. Makeshift engineering, but nonetheless seemed like it would work. A straight shot down the stairs, with plenty of room for error, mistakes, and if you happened to make it all the way down, you just might make it out the door.
Getting to the top and seeing the girl laying on the mattress, he leans against the banner facing her, and overlooking the opening to the Café. “What’s up fun-size?” He chuckles, playfully teasing the girl. “Quite the course you have set up here. Looking forward to riding some beds with you.”
Laughing at his own little joke, he leaned over the banister, ready to greet anyone who might appear.
I've been watching your kindness keep A lonely company Look at the fire and think of me I've been watching you creep Around my wandering feet Trying for years to flee
Lucena had always found herself being impressed with how innovative her sister’s ideas could be at times, through troubling times and even sparking some mindless fun though mundane life. They were both unable to indulge in a little fun throughout most of their childhood and she was a bit excited about this mattress party to say the least. It meant spending time with her sibling and bonding with a coven she grown to love since she first joined; it was hard to ignore the giddiness she had bottled within her and Silas could sense it.
“I see you decided to step away from your studies, I’m glad you can indulge in a little fun.” The small kestrel spoke, a small hint of amusement laced in his words as the two neared the entrance of the quaint cafe, “I have some time to spare when it comes to seeing my sister Silas, besides a little fun doesn’t hurt time to time.” Lucena admitted, a small smile settling onto her lips as she casted the bird that was nestled on her shoulder a small glance.
Silas would have rolled his eyes if he was able to in this form, instead he had simply grown quiet as he allowed his witch’s excitement to consume their thoughts, “Oh, Silas, please be mindful of the other guests… I know you can be brash at times.” Lucena was quick to remind her familiar, stopping moments before the door and breathing out a sigh when she heard the disinterested hum of acknowledgement in the back of her mind, “I’m trusting that you’ll be trying…” She warned though swung open the door to the cafe nevertheless to greet whomever was inside.
She was a bit caught off guard when she stepped inside the building and a bit underwhelmed to see that she was one of the first to arrive to the mattress party. Lucena idly looked around the first floor the shop, chuckling quietly under her breath when she noticed all the effort that Astartia put into decorating the place and making it different than what she was so used to seeing, “You really outdid yourself Tart, I’m almost proud.” She teased gently, allowing Silas to fly off and settle elsewhere all while being mindful of the unfamiliar face that was in the room.
Ding dong. A gentle pat as a cardboard box gently met the pavement below, then a sigh. His work was finished for the evening. As he turned and made his way back to the street, Noah stretched with relief. As much as he liked his work, it was tiring... especially when you had to carry around a hefty little seal around with you. Farrah was sound asleep in the backpack he wore just to carry her, probably content with herself.
He sat down along the edge of the sidewalk and pulled out a flier. Mattress surfing was frankly a novel concept to him, but he wasn't exactly afraid to try new things. Besides, he kind of needed a break after... hauling around blubberbutt over here. The destination thankfully wasn't too far from where he was at the moment (if his job gave him anything, it was a good sense of the streets), and with a heave he stood up and walked to a little store called Sun Cafe.
When he finally arrived at the location, he pushed open the door and peeked in. "Ah, hello...?"
he would be lying if he claims that concern ( for the wellbeing of the beloved café ) isn't a main driving factor of why he's heading a jesters' den gathering at this hour. parties hold a special place in his heart, a fact that many of his friends are familiar with; the place is typically labelled, boldly, 'do not want', and shoved away into some gloomy crevice that he doesn't have to think about for, preferably, the next few years. yet, despite his disinclination towards these events, he is somehow, somehow, making his way towards the sun cafe, with hamster trotting alongside him as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
( the party-going, that is. he's more than used to the physical company of his canine familiar. )
he's right on the heels of a stranger, it seems; a stranger with pale hair and a hesitant voice that quickly reminds him of his own. elih is more than content to simply wait for someone to extend an invitation, usher them in, but the coyote eagerly barges through with all the enthusiasm he could possibly contain within the constraints of his currently diminuitive form. "good evening," is the only thing he manages, a greeting infused with apology, as he nudges the door to open further, ostensibly in pursuit of an errant familiar.
it is the makeshift racetrack that catches his eye first, and makes his stomach plummet. he thinks disastrous scenarios, augmented by nervous imagination, and he has half mind to turn on his heel and leave just to absolve him of any responsibility should harm befall the party-goers. hamster, on the other hand, looks positively delighted. 'well,' comes the familiar's mirthful observation, 'i guess if anything goes wrong, you'll be icing a lot of bruises tonight.'
he wants to protest; he isn't about to play medic and offer ice for unfortunate mattress-surfers ( or even worse, be called to help chill the drinks ). a telepathic nudge from hamster and the protest dies down, and resignation replaces it. habit pulls him to a corner of the café, one that, in the late afternoon, was perfect for sitting down and lazily making one's way through a tattered and dog-eared classic; the corner is, thankfully, relatively unscathed. from his perch, he anxiously awaits the arrival of more guests, regret setting in deeper with every passing second, fervently hoping to see a familiar face in the crowd.
[attr="class","gearcore"]"Well go on, then, mate! We don't bite." Zephyr reassured the nervous-looking white haired kid as he gently pushed him inside. Lengths of rope were draped around Zeph's arms, and dangling metal pulleys clattered between them when he moved. After helping Astartia set up the mattress surfing course -- a slide down 5 consecutive flights of stairs (assuming he'd made the corners sturdy enough) -- he had run out to get some more supplies. Apparently, she'd been planning to lug the mattresses all the way up there by hand, which was just asking for disaster if there were more people than mattresses or anyone wanted to ride down more than once.
Looking around the first floor, he didn't see the party hostess anywhere, though it was already turning into a sizeable gathering. Spock was typically better at spotting things than he was, but she was currently outside scaling the building, wiggling her way in through the 6th floor window and waving briefly at the small gathering of people there. It was no secret that Zephyr had trouble with stairs (his prosthetic legs combined with his lack of depth perception made them a hazard), so Spock climbed up long flights for him whenever she was around. Then, as they did now, they'd switch places with their scroll of switch.
"Ah, Star! There ya are," Zeph said as he suddenly appeared on the 6th floor. "So the new plan is I'm makin' a pulley system." This was a very matter-of-fact statement, considering he hadn't once asked anyone for permission. "It'll be out the window, so it shouldn't hold anythin' up... in terms o' time, obviously. Physically it should hold a mattress up just fine, an' probably a couple people if they want, but then Luna'll need t' be around with that fancy air cushion magic ya got if they get swung off." he clarified as he opened the window with the intent to start setting things up. Just before he got started, though, he spun back around as if he'd just remembered something. "Oh! Have ya tried it out the track yet?" he asked with a wide grin.
@noah astartia zamóre @jesters For those unfamiliar with Zephyr: according to all legal records, he's a member of Jester's Den & he hangs out with them a lot. Disregard that "Leviathan" coven in his app, it's probably unimportant...
(Also I'm having Zeph use a scroll that he's currently buying in the shop -- I hope that isn't an issue ;u; )
Post by astartia zamóre on Jun 4, 2017 21:31:51 GMT
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She could already hear commotion downstairs by the time she’d decided to come back up from her short excursion, turning her head in the direction of the noise while hurling another mattress with a huff and falling onto it as she did, seeing Cassius coming up the stairs out of the corner of her eye. She push herself back off of the mattress and turned to face Cass, fixing her hair from the fall once she’d gotten up and into a sitting position. “Fun size, that’s a new one,” she laughed good-naturedly. “Yeah, Zeph helped, let’s just hope we don’t die.” [break] She didn’t think they would die. She trusted Zeph. [break] Mostly. [break] Salacia hadn’t come upstairs again, and her smooth voice filtered in. You should probably come back down, people are trickling in; you don’t want to be a bad host, do you? the boa teased. [break] “Gotta go greet the guests,” she said flippantly before taking her leave, rushing down the stairs at the protest of her legs before her entire demeanor changed. [break] “Luna!” she yelled with a broad grin once she saw her sister before nodding her head at the kestrel before he flew off. “Good to see you, too, Silas,” she said with a sincere voice. [break] “Thanks for the appreciation,” Astartia teased her sister with an exaggerated bow, laughing as she did. Salacia had approached the two and rubbed along Lucena’s leg in greeting, her crown splashing with happiness. [break] It wasn’t long before her attention was caught elsewhere, cutting her sister’s and hers conversation a bit short as yet another guest arrived, hesitantly opening the door. Astartia gave them a welcoming smile. [break] “Hey! Glad you could make it,” she said smoothly. “Come in, come in! There’s food and drinks over there if you’d like some” — she gestured toward the refreshments — “we’re getting the mattresses and all that jazz ready for everyone. Feel free to relax!” [break] She also noticed yet another newcomer, flashing them the same, broad smile and greeted them. “Make yourself comfortable; if you need anything, you can come find me or this gal over here,” she said kindly, pointing to Salacia as she did. “Trust me, she won’t bite.” The man had indeed gone off to where she assumed was a familiar space to him, and was content that he had somewhere to go where the hustle and bustle of everything wouldn’t heighten any nerves [break] “Anyway, I need to go back upstairs,” she sighed, turning back to Lucena. “Gotta test out the rig… wanna come and join me?” She said the last bit with an unmistakable glint in her eye before turning and making her way back up, the invitation up in the air if her sister would like the take up the offer. [break] She’d made it to the top once again — she was going to be so sore in the morning — and was setting up a mattress for herself and one for Lucena if she’d like to take a ride before a familiar figure appeared, whom she greeted with a laugh. “Honestly, I should’ve asked for something like that from the beginning… I’m going to seriously pay for this in the morning,” she groaned in faux-despair. “I’ll let Luna know, she just might be coming up here soon... “ [break] “Actually,” she smirked. “I was going to do that right now… I offered for Luna to come do it with me but the invitation is open to anyone.” She ended her words with a playful wink, a small chuckle escaping her lips. She was beyond excited. [break] “Either way, I’m gonna try this sucker out.” She wasted no time in dragging the mattress into place and clambering into position. [break] “Watch out down below!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, waiting a few beats before pushing off and riding down the stairs, laughing gleefully as she went; her adrenaline had spiked considerably, and as she slid onto the floor — luckily not crashing into anyone or anything — she rolled off in hysterics. [break] “That was way too much fun!” she laughed, her arms wrapped around her stomach.
Cassius smiled a huge grin watching Astartia go down the stairs. He just pulled the image in his mind of himself going down. Beck stared him down from the chandelier. “Don’t you dare.”
It was already too late. Cassius ripped a mattress from the stack with his shadow hand, threw it forward, and jumped on it like a skateboard. No part of what followed was safe. The mattress rocketed down the stairs, Cassius using his shadow solidifying to elongate the banked ramps on his way down, looking like he was shredding down a makeshift shadow skating bowl, only picking up speed as gravity evoked its will upon him and his vehicle. As he hit the bottom, he conjured a quick pillar, launching him and his “board” into the air just barely over the heads of those unlucky few to be entering the café, and out through the front door. His mattress spun in a circle as he slid across the front porch, him raising his arm in victory with a mighty cheer, before it fell of the front of the porch and he with it, eating shit.
With a mighty roar of a laugh, he got up, brushed off himself and his kimono, adjusted it, and picked up the mattress, bringing it in to a decent amount of applause, and generating a fair amount of interest from those out in the street. Those in Jester’s Den who were coming for the party quickly began to file into the café, quickly raising the energy level within the establishment, the party accelerating from a mild jam to quite bumpin’. Cassius hooked his mattress up to the pully system and, conjuring his shadow arm, quickly raised it all the way up. Laughing, he made his way over to the beer kegs to get himself a pint and greet all the people just now coming in to the party.
Cain is dressed in a light traveler's garb, a worn cape sits on his shoulders. His clothes are messy and worn, as if he had been on an adventure for a couple days. Hands in pockets, he's nonchalant as ever as he makes his way through downtown Sundial. [break][break] "Is that so? I figured you'd be busier these days with what happened in Gale Valley and whatnot--" He says, vaguely waving around his hands despite it being invisible to the reciever. He walks the road to the cafe, a well worn path he knows like the back of his hand. Busy but not crowded, people barely pay him any mind in the bustle of the city. [break][break] "Oh Merlin, the leader of the oldest coven in town would actually make time to meet with me, a lowly peasant?" His eyes draw to the sky, and he lays a hand on his chest, as if wounded. It's not hard to hear the sarcastic drawl in his voice. "You give me too much credit, Medeia." The cafe soon comes into view, and he's hit with the earthy scent of coffee, familiar as ever. Cain pauses before the door and lays his hand on the weathered wood--the cafe is louder than usual today. [break][break] "Rest assured, this is actually about something important--anyways, I have to go now though, see you soon~" [break][break] He waves away the invisible person on the other line of the thread and pushes his way into the cafe. It's no more crowded than usual, but Cain's nearly bowled over by a mattress that'd been used to slide down the winding stairs of Sun Cafe. [break][break] "Wha--what's happening here?!" [break][break] cain has suddenly entered sun cafe, and asks what's happening. new arrivals are welcome. there is no need to maintain posting order. do not wait for NPC posts.
from his perch, he watches as a monkey -- presumably, hopefully someone's familiar -- scrambles into the cafe. an invitation is extended towards him ( he graces it, albeit awkwardly, with a wan smile ), and as warm and welcoming as it is, there's still a palpable relief as the woman turns her attention elsewhere.
the commotion seems gathered at the stairs, and begrudgingly, elih accepts that the entire novel idea of 'mattress surfing' has piqued his interest. cautiously, he makes his way to the base of the stairs. hamster scampers ahead, clearly undeterred and not sharing any reservations with elih. he's just in time to witness the woman from before, atop a mattress, arc gracefully into the air, and come down the curved stairs of the cafe like some speed demon. instinctively, he ducks his head, only to narrowly restrain himself from throwing his entire body down onto the ground as a second surfer, this time a male who quite clearly possessed the shadow element, sped past.
when he does, eventually, ascertain that no more mattresses are flying down the stairs, elih untucks his chin from his chest and straightens up with as much dignity as he can muster, looking towards the two surfers with vague concern, fully intending to declare his role as a makeshift medic should any mishaps occur. instead, a voice cuts across the cafe, and anything that he wants to say leaves his mind quite rapidly.
'you wanted a familiar face.'
"not his!"
'i'm gonna tell mr. delacour you don't like him.'
"i swear-- hamster!"
he swears time passes differently when in a panic, or when bickering with your familiar, or perhaps facing someone to whom you had sent a letter -- a fan letter -- to not too long ago. "mattress surfing," is the plain, mildly panicked answer. it wouldn't be a stretch to find him looking slightly guilty. he chances a glance behind to the elaborate set-up for the track and winces. "sorry."
I've been watching your kindness keep A lonely company Look at the fire and think of me I've been watching you creep Around my wandering feet Trying for years to flee
Lucena had almost missed Salacia, unaware that the snake was down in the room with other guests though a small smile pulled onto her lips when the boa had greeted her, “Hello to you too Salacia.” She smiled warmly down at the familiar before her attention settled onto her sister, just in time to catch the bow followed by her teasing words. She rolled her eyes at the action, reaching out to gently nudge her sister, “Of course, I admire your creativity with these things after all…” Lucena chuckled softly under her breath though she was quick to quiet down when she noticed that her sister had her attention elsewhere– the guests appeared to be piling in one by one.
Lucena turned from her position, pale gaze resting on the new faces that entered the quaint cafe before she offered a polite smile to them; the two new arrivals appeared to be so timid and she hoped that a small smile would warm them up just a bit to the place, “We’re all here to have fun.” She attempted to reaffirm the host’s boisterous welcoming to the guests that entered the shop.
It wasn’t long until the attention was settled back onto her and her smile had faded slightly as she listened intently to her sister, “You haven’t tested the whole thing out yet?” Lucena asked in slight disbelief, she had some concern about the well being of the others; she didn’t expect the mattress surfing to be flawless and she anticipated that some accidents were bound to happen though she didn’t expect that the track had yet to be tested at all, “Astartia…” She scolded gently, shaking her head slowly and allowing a reluctant sigh to slip past her lips.
“I would love to test out the track with you, but someone has to be down here when you end up falling.” She pointed out and gently ushered her sister up the stairs, promptly stepping out of harm's way when her sibling bounded out of sight. Things were not going to end smoothly and she couldn’t prevent the nagging feeling the took hold of her when she heard Astartia shout a warning downstairs, “Please be careful!” Lucena hollered in return, anxiously awaiting for the mattress that would skyrocket down the stairs.
She nearly jumped in surprise when the mattress barreled down the winding stairs of the cafe, her sister’s laughter echoing off the walls of the building and watching the other abandon the mattress as soon as she could. Time seemed to slow for just a moment as she turned her head, gaze following the mattress that nearly hit the new arrival; Cain, the leader of Jester’s Den.
“We were throwing an innocent little party in the cafe, looks like there are some kinks that needs to be fixed.” She answers reluctantly, casting a glance to the host and the other guests that were joined in the downstairs area.
[attr="class","gearcore"]"Invite accepted." The blonde replied to Star without missing a beat, hastily hooking a pulley from the building's overhang and tossing the rope that was threaded through it to the ground. In a quick puff of smoke, he was suddenly sitting behind the party planner instead of standing by the window. Zeph would be the first to tell you that a blinking scroll spell was faster than any clunky prosthetic he'd ever made. "Let's roll," he spurred with a grin, excitement evident in his eyes.
After helping push the mattress off to its decent, Zeph just managed to let out a single exclamation of "Holy shit, it works!" amongst his gleeful laughter when they were about halfway down. Amazingly enough, this was the first time he'd made a multi-story mattress racing track, so a bit of doubt for the first human test was inevitable. They zoomed down the staircases and drifted along the corners just fine, though. For Zeph, the fact that he'd built a successful track on his first try was equally as thrilling as the ride itself.
As they reached the ground floor, Star's half of the mattress landed just fine. Unfortunately, the back half of the mattress (which Zeph was sitting on) touched down with a bit more force. The combination of the speed of the ride and the springs in the mattress was just enough to fling him right over Star, though only barely, considering he had to hastily and crudely reposition himself mid-air with hands grasping at the ground to avoid whacking her head with his legs. It all happened too fast for him to even curse: he gracelessly tumbled onto the floor in front of Tart, while one of his legs (pulled by inertia at just the wrong angle) was flung at poor Elih.
Regardless, he was still barely suppressing laughter. "Holy shit," he chuckled again after a moment to catch his breath, "Holy shit, I'm so sorry, but that was fuckin' awesome." The mechanic rolled onto his back, grin plastered on his face before he realized --
Cain was here.
An excited glint returned to his eye.
"Hey, hey hey," he spoke in an attempt to get people's attention, pushing himself to stand and managing to balance on one leg for two whole hops before leaning on Cain's shoulder for support, "I think Cain should be the first one t' try th' mattress lift. Spock just finished up the pulley system outside."
astartia zamóreelih kartal @jesters tldr; zeph rides down with astartia spock finishes pulley system outside leg flies at elih zeph leans on cain & suggests he go next
Post by astartia zamóre on Jul 1, 2017 20:51:52 GMT
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“Who would I be if I didn’t try out some crazy shit like this? I’m a self-proclaimed event commissioner, and I take that job very seriously,” Astartia laughed in response to her sister, throwing her a knowing wink. As she turned to go up and to the starting edge of their makeshift ramp, she threw a “No, but I’m doing it now!” over her shoulder to the twin with a wicked grin.
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The events following Astartia’s push down the stairs, sliding over and down the winding mechanical machine Zeph had built for the occasion, were cause for a more chaotic scene; bodies flying across steps meant to be stepped on were instead turned river fury, carrying person after person down their rocky edges and muddled soil. Cassius had soon followed her, with Zephyr not far behind, the two of them likewise skidding across the floor, mattresses flying forward, as though chasing a wind they could never catch to drift upon.
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It all seemed as though everyone was having their own taste of fun, and for this Astartia was glad.
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“I’d rate that a good ten in my books,” she giggled, sharing Zeph’s enthusiastic reaction. Once her glee had died down, it was then she noticed the man who had arrived, standing in the doorway and nearly being tumbled over by a wild ride. Her eyes widened momentarily, looking almost stunned— she had only glimpsed the coven leader a handful of times, but she’d heard enough of him to know his name: Cain.
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“Yeah, just some good ol’ surfing down the stairs,” Astartia, having regained her composure and lifted herself to a standing position, approached the man with a playful air about her. As she had walked, Salacia had followed her witch’s steps, the water held in her circlet holding a slight amount of excitement in it’s ripples, though they still seemed to be reproachful; regardless, the snake adjusted her body length and raised herself to wrap around her witch's neck and shoulders, looking at the man curiously. “Got a bit of kinks with the, ah, aftermath of the ride, but we’ll get it right— it is rather… exciting,” she explained, keeping her slight nervousness to herself; she’d never really interacted with the man at all, but she supposed her best bet was confidence, not turning into some puddle of gibberish. She was twenty-six, she could handle herself.
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“Ooh, good idea, Zeph.” Astartia threw up an arm toward the way to get back up, a devilish look in her eyes. “I can lead the way while someone loads up a mattress to come up for you, if you’d like.”
It's a lot to take in; various members of the coven ( and some not ) sprinkled about the cafe, drink and food laid on the tables, the mattresses being carried up the stairs. Cain's been to his fair share of cafe get-togethers, but this is something entirely different. [break][break] "Mattress surfing?" He echoes, and his thoughts are interrupted by someone leaning into his shoulder, implying a pulley system. How long has this been a thing, he wonders, and makes a note to check on his coven more often, how long could I have possibly been gone for this to happen. [break][break] He should've known better than to entrust Valerus with such responsibility. [break][break] And he has half the presence of mind to scold his coven members for doing something so reckless and wild--but he can't. He shakes his head, breaks into a smile, and laughs. [break][break] "Alright--show me this pulley system--but if I die, a coven leader's death is on your heads."
[break][break] cain is willing to ride on this pulley system, feel free to push/pull him as such. new arrivals are welcome. there is no need to maintain posting order. if no one has posted within 72hrs, they will lose interest and exit the thread.
I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight
So here's the thing: Ling would like it to be known that, whatever happened, it was not her fault. Really. Like, actually really.
She'd walked into the main area of the Sun Cafe and was immediately greeted with a mess of mattresses, people, food, a prosthetic leg (?), familiars, spontaneously contracted pulley systems, strangers, and did she mention the mattresses? One look, and Ling knew she had to join in. Honestly, when had she ever passed up on chaos and fun?
Valkea manifests with an exasperated huff, the type that conveys to Ling just how stupid he knows her actions will be. Ling ignores him with the ease that comes with many years of experience. It's a beautiful relationship.
Ling eyes her coven leader standing nearby, conveniently close to one of the mattresses. "Alright - show me this pulley system," he says, and that's an invitation if she's ever heard one. "Heads up Leader!" she yells as she hits him with a running tackle, giggling madly as they hit the mattress. No one ever accused Ling of not taking risks, after all.
Cain is dressed in a light traveler's garb, a worn cape sits on his shoulders. His clothes are messy and worn, as if he had been on an adventure for a couple days. Hands in pockets, he's nonchalant as ever as he makes his way through downtown Sundial. 
