towerofanimus | 009 | ❝We are the champions...!❞

Characters: Anyone and everyone!
Setting: Floor Four, September 25th.
Format: Go wild with whatever!
Summary: EVERYBOOOOOOOOOOOOODY, YEAH, ROCK YOUR REAL BODIES OUT~
Warnings: Do we need warnings for partying? ...Naaaaaaaaaaaah.

So that last week had been hell, and they really should have seen it coming, but it's as they all say...

It was just another Tuesday in Tower What The Helsinki is Going On Here.

Unlike the private party, there are definitely plenty of decorations courtesy of the Amagi Inn heiress, and plenty of food thanks to those who offered to hunt for the event and the ones who could prepare what was caught and gathered. Really, everything's set. Even some alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks were clearly labeled (so please, don't spike the normal punch. There are kids here!).

So why was this all set up? Why, because they had succeeded in ~~pissing in Jason's cornflakes and got him maaaaad~~ figuring out the cure for the madness of the previous week with the clues that had been given. But wait, was there a birthday or two this month that had otherwise gone unnoticed? Well, why not celebrate them while celebrating their hard-earned victory? There's cards on a table for people to write down the lucky people who survived another year of this craziness, just waiting for well wishes (or not so, depending on if you like them or not).

Enjoy the night!

Feel free to tag into this however you please, whether it's something already on here, or you want to do something else. It's your party, guys... let loose and have fun with it!
As this goes on, we'll add them to the list. Enjoy the spoils of victory, people of the Animoo!
Mingle!
Birthday Silliness!
Games!

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[ Sertoria's here, dressed as she normally is, but without the robe. Instead, a nice comfy lab coat will take care of that and she can be found observing and even talking with a few people.

Want to say something to her or just wonder what the change of clothes was for?

Oh, and she may have dragged someone else along, too. ]

Nice coat.

[Lancer is chugging down a can of one of the beverages. He still looks tired, but he's smiling.]

It's a lab coat. I think it makes me look professional.

[ She's not taking in any of the food or drink, since... welp. No need. ]

Oh? You're a scientist gynoid?

Apprentice inventor/scientist. I'm learning from Doc.

Sounds like a useful job.

[Too bad he knows almost nothing about technology.]

Are you gonna build yourself some siblings?

[ She could help him learn! ]

...Ah...

[ Now that's an awkward subject for her. It actually results in a bit of fidgeting before she shrugs. ]

Maybe not exactly that.

Shame. Would've loved some more cute gynoids like you around here.

...Yeah, cute.

[ She seems a bit distant at saying that and actually sighs. ]

Something wrong?

Mn-mn. It is fine. I am fine.

[He stares at her for a moment longer.]

You looked like you were thinking about something.

Ah, it is nothing. It happened in my past, so thus, it should stay there, right?

[ Yeah, Lancer, you just stumbled on a really sore subject. ]

The past, huh...we all have shady spots there.

[At this, he starts remembering his own past.]

Let me guess. Relationship with siblings ended badly?

[ Oh, you don't even know how shady her's was. ]

Kind of.

Mine too. I'd say sorry if I could ever meet him again.

[And Ferdiad would understand. Because in the end, they had been fighting in a war. One of them needed to die at that ford.]

I would not have wished for her to be born before I fixed everything and righted the wrongs of my creators.

[ She realized her creators hated her for her insolence and even wanted to put her out of commission for it. It just made her battle with them even harder. ]

She probably didn't choose to be born at that time. It...wasn't something either of you could control. Your creators were probably just assholes.

... In more ways than one, I will admit.

[He smiles at her, but in addition to looking tired, it looks bitter as well.]

Whatever. That shit is all in the past. Not like either of us could go back and change it.

You are right. I just wish that all that needless suffering was not needed and that I could have had a happier existence growing up.

I think there's lots of people who think that. I know I certainly do.

[And then he starts remembering not so much the far past, but a more current time.]

Don't blame yourself for your creators' shit, though. It would sure remove some of that suffering if the right people blamed themselves.

... After some time, though, you tend to think that you are to blame and that sort of mental conditioning is not easy to remove.

[ However, she'll take a step or two forward, hands in her pockets as she moves. ]

But, that's why we make friends, right? And seek out others so that we're not truly alone, yes? So, I am happy to have the friends I have made and the alliances I have forged through the years.

I think I have a good idea of who is and isn't to blame. And kids shouldn't be held responsible for their parents' fuck-ups.

[He nods.]

Yeah, friends make everything better. If you're not sure and blaming yourself, just ask them. A real friend will smack you in the face and tell you whether or not you were really wrong.

Well... I would make a retort against that, but that would defeat the purpose of our current conversation, correct?

[ She'll actually chuckle at that and nod earnestly. ]

And most of the time, that smack will help get you back into reality.

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