EVENT LOG PT. 1: The Fourth of July Masquerade Ball

[progressmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: John Progress hosts a Fourth of July Ball.
Where: The Adventurer's Club.
When: Fourth of July!
Warnings: Patriotism.



Whew boy, it's the hottest Fourth in July we've had in years! Thankfully, the local nuclear family, The Progresses, are happy to host the annual Fourth of July Ball. Formal dress, patriotic wear, and straight-up costumes are all encouraged. In fact, you'll find the host wandering around in his own George Washington outfit - in fact, it seems as though everyone has turned up for this event! Anyone who's anyone is here, and this could be a good opportunity for you to connect!

...Of course, food and drink are provided. While it might be a little bit too classy for some's taste, there's a barbecue happening outside just in case you need to get away from the stuffiness for a little bit. Generally, it seems as though everyone here is friendly enough, even if the party is a little too classy.

It all seems to be going pretty well, and seems as though you finally have a pretty decent day on your hands...though, those ink splotches you occasionally see on the ground are a little weird.

[Welcome to Progress City's Fourth of July event! We're gradually going to be tagging in to the log with every NPC we've introduced thus far, and plenty that we haven't introduced quite yet! Feel free to set up your own toplevels and tag out, of course - the second part of the event log will be going up on July 10th!]

Comments

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake's here and he...really hasn't put much effort into dressing up. Like, zero. He's just wearing his regular clothes. Patriotism is a lie and he's only here for the free food.]

[mister_mystery]

[Stan's here! Honestly he's thought the same, only swapping his usual tie with a bowtie, and maybe some fancy cufflinks. He approaches Snake, thinking oh you know, maybe meet and talk to more people around here.] So. You come here often? [...Nailed it]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Is that the best you've got?

[It sounds like a bad pickup line, Stan.]

[mister_mystery]

No. [You know, like a liar-] Jus' wonderin' that's all, 'cuz I work here! There sure is a lotta people here today.

[tacticalespionageaction]

This is my first time.

[He gives Stan a good glance over, expression cold as ever.]

It's a bit...much for my tastes.

[mister_mystery]

It's usually not like this all the time. If we're lucky, the next big thing's gonna be some sort of- i 'unno, another invasion instead of a fancy party.

[On a second thought, maybe that's not very welcoming for the Adventurer's Club newcomers. Stan rethinks his choices]

Hah, just messin' with ya! But really, it's mostly a bunch of shows, nothing too formal on most days.

[tacticalespionageaction]

An invasion, huh?

[He's not letting that one go so easily.]

You mean aliens or something?

[ilovepuppies]

[I mean, same, but Star isn't about to pass up an opportunity to get dressed up, so while she's here for the free food, she's wearing a poofy dress covered in glittering stars that make her light up like a Christmas tree.

There's also lots of barbecue sauce on it.]

They should put this red sauce on everything!

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He gives her a good look up and down, trying not to be blinded by how bright she is.]

Looks like you already did.

[standingonmyneck]

[Hey dude, same. In fact, someone was snagging some more punch. Absolutely giving as little fucks about this as possible. She was also just in her street clothes and almost just as willing to interact. But hey, there was Snake. Snake was okay. It was easy to talk to Snake.]

A+ for partying effort.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Likewise, there's a sense of relief when Daria approaches.]

Thanks. [There's something of a smirk.] I see you went all out too.

[standingonmyneck]

What can I say, I party hard by hardly partying.

[There it is.]

I at least got physically dragged here, what's your excuse?

[tacticalespionageaction]

You should learn some self defense.

[You'll never be dragged to a party again.]

I'm here for the food.

[Completely shameless.]

[standingonmyneck]

Food's why I'm staying.

[Which was mostly true. But there was some kind of security knowing Snake was around too. Someone she didn't dislike was always a plus. So perhaps it was as good enough of an opportunity to share more thoughts about it. After all, it felt like they were on the same page. So...why not?]

But even that's hard, this doesn't feel like a good environment for any real wild time.

[tacticalespionageaction]

Yeah.

[He wasn't a particularly social type to begin with, and coupled with his complete lack of patriotism, he wasn't expecting to enjoy himself much.]

Seems every time I think of leaving something else comes up.

[No offense.]

[standingonmyneck]

[None taken. But noticed.]

Or someone, right?

[tacticalespionageaction]

...Yeah.

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker, on the other hand, at least made some attempt to look presentable. He still looks exhausted, but he's got a suit! Hooray.

He hasn't really seen Snake around much before- he knows he helped that panther he never met with trying to get elected for mayor, but that's about all. Beaker tries to stay out of Snake's way- the guy looks pretty intimidating- but winds up bumping into him by accident on the way to the snack table. He backs away, meeping apologetically.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[It's a familiar meeping, but not too familiar, but not too not-familiar...

Either way, it signals one of the few people Snake finds himself enjoying the company of here.]

Hey.

[A friendly greeting, for him. He gets up from leaning on the snack table to allow his little puppet friend access to it.]

Nice suit.

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker tilts his head, a little surprised at the greeting, and steps closer to the snack table.]

Mii-muhmeep mi meepmi muh-meep mini-mimi-muhmi meep mi muhmimi.

[Thank you- it took a while to find a suit in his size at the store, but he likes it.

Cue awkward silence as Beaker picks at the available snacks and has no idea what to say to this complete stranger.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

It suits you.

[Heh. He takes a sip of punch in the silence as his pun goes unappreciated.]

Your, uh, partner like it?

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker has spent over 40 years with an ensemble cast of weirdos and comedians, including a bear who has told thousands of puns worse than that one. He is desensitized and barely even notices them anymore.

Beaker nearly chokes on a cracker at the word "partner"; sure, he doesn't exactly make an effort to hide the fact that he's absurdly gay, but-]

M-M-Meepmimuh-meep? mimi-mimi muh meep?

[P-partner? What- what partner?

As far as this Beaker knows, his crush on Bunsen is still reciprocated.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[That's. Odd.]

Hrnh...the scientist, wasn't it?

[They bonded over Their Type, it's not something he was about to forget.]

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker meeps nervously, his head tucking into his shirt. Why does he know about his crush. No one's supposed to know about that. Why does Snake think they're dating.]

M-m-meep mimuh-meep mi minimuh-meep-muh, meep mi meep-muh muh meepmimimimuh-meep muh meep.

[He... may be attracted to a scientist, yes, but they're not. Dating. And it's probably not reciprocated. Probably.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Not dating, huh?

[He gives Beaker a puzzled look.]

...I was looking forward to meeting him.