Midsummer Bash

[puppy_lancer]

Characters: Lancer, the people he invited to the party, and everyone else who wants to stumble in
Setting: Floor 25, July 5, afternoon
Format: Open
Summary: Lancer throws a party for midsummer, since the Tower obviously needs a breather.
Warnings: None so far.

[To be honest, Lancer wanted to have the party in the evening, sometime around twilight. That would have been the most romantic time for it. Unfortunately, when in the Tower, one had to account for things like monsters. As a result, he had to hold it during the afternoon. But it wasn't too bad of a compromise.]

[This was, of course, a more simple affair than Diarmuid's birthday. For food, he had hauled a couple of tables up here and lined the table with dinner food. The centerpiece was a cake which had a heart drawn on it in red frosting. In one corner of the meadow, he had used some boxes and tarp to make some sort of booth where people could hide from the sun (and steal kisses off of each other). In the center of the meadow, he had piled a large stack of wood, perfect for lighting a bonfire by the party's end. The structures had all been surrounded with wreaths made from the meadow's flowers.]

[As soon as he's done with the setup, Lancer will sit down next to the firewood pile, waiting for people to come.]

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Re: Wallflowers

[frilliance]

[Needless to say, a certain prosecutor decided to stand alone in one corner of the meadow and watch over the rest of the crowd. Edgeworth generally abhorred parties. Too many people messing around and making fools of themselves. That, and he found social situations on a casual level very difficult at times.

In fact, the main reason that Edgeworth was there in the first place was that a certain childhood friend had guilt-tripped him into going.

So here he was, quite happily standing in his own little spot in the meadow, making sure that nobody caused any trouble. Drag him away people!]

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick had not been invited to this party. But he had frequented this meadow ever since he discovered it a day or two ago, so it was only a matter of time before he came to visit and discovered, quite alarmingly, that there were a lot more people here than usual.]

[At which point he promptly left.]

[...only to return several minutes later, having realized that this might be a good opportunity to at least see what other people were living here in this tower. Needn't interact with any of them, right? Just walk around, listen in, stay unnoticed...there was obviously no way this could backfire. Especially if he didn't enter as himself.]

[A large, orange tabby cat approaches Edgeworth from the tall grass. He appears overwhelmed by the noise and activity, and freezes when his eyes lock on the lawyer's.]

[frilliance]

[Rick quickly catches Edgeworth's eye. A.....cat? In this place?

The prosecutor had been hit with so many things out-of-the ordinary that the least thing he expected to encounter was something as normal as a domestic cat.

Unless it was a monster in disguise...?

No, it could not be. Monsters did not roam this floor. Still, a normal cat is not something one sees every day in a place like Animus.

Regardless, the prosecutor stayed in his spot, discreetly watching the cat to see if it made a move.]

[bashfulshifter]

[ACT NORMAL]

[While Rick would like nothing more than to pretend that he hadn't seen Edgeworth and continue walking, Rusty is more persistent. The cat had always been rather confused at his host's fear of interaction--weren't humans supposed to be social creatures? Also, humans provided him with food and massages on a regular basis. Sure, some of them also liked to chase him, but for the most part they were harmless, right?]

[Reluctantly, Rick lets Rusty assume greater control to prove his point. The cat-and-collar ensemble approaches with delicate steps and stops at Edgeworth's feet, giving his shoes a dainty sniff before addressing him with an inquisitive meow. "What can you offer me?" he seems to be asking. A pet? Some food? Your hand, at least?]

[frilliance]

[Edgeworth is rather indifferent to cats. He does not dislike them but he is more of a dog person, especially as he was secretly extremely fond of his own dog back home.

Still, he cannot help but be rather curious about this cat. It seems like a normal cat and not a monster, but he cannot be sure...

As Rusty sniffs at his feet, Edgeworth hesitates for a second and then slowly bends down to touch it, prepared to step back back if the cat tries to harm him.]

[bashfulshifter]

[Oh, there's a hand. More sniffing. Edgeworth isn't being too forward, which he appreciates. After a moment's indecision, the cat decides that pets from this man are acceptable, which he invites with a friendly bump of the head against Edgeworth's outstretched fingers.]

[BOMP]

[sicharia]

[Claudia takes note of Edgeworth, and after a certain amount of time has elapsed, she also takes note of the fact that he is resolutely sticking to one spot. Naively, she assumes that his presence here indicates a desire to socialize in some fashion, and therefore concludes that he must just be shy.]

[Naturally, she approaches, not wanting to leave him lingering on the sidelines ignored.]

Hello. [She smiles at him, her expression friendly enough.] It's lovely here today, isn't it?

[frilliance]

[While Edgeworth knows that he needs to participate more in casual conversation, he still finds it really hard work. Having to practice at loud parties is even less desirable. However, even he would think that it was rude to turn away a young girl who was just trying to be friendly.] Erm.....yes, I suppose it is. [He doesn't sound very enthusiastic.]

[sicharia]

[Hm... She notes his tone, and her lips purse together slightly. It's not a displeased expression so much as a thoughtful one.]

I'm sorry. I just couldn't help but notice you weren't getting very involved in things. It seemed a little impolite to just leave you by yourself, so...

[oathshackledbird]

You must have forgotten about my warning from the last party my brother had since I don't see you smiling again. Are you trying to catch my brother's attention with your grumpiness?

[Diarmuid's grin should make it clear he is just joking, though the grin becomes something much sadder after a few moments.]

I've seen the stone for Maya in the graveyard. I'm sorry, Edgeworth. I know she was your friend.

[frilliance]

[He knows that you're joking and is just gonna make this face. :| He could make add a snarky line but decides not to bother.

As for Maya...her disappearance has hit Edgeworth harder than he cares to admit, so he keeps a tighter grip on one of his folded arms as he speaks. He's got to keep going - for Phoenix's sake. And Maya's, too.] Hmmmph....yes, well, it won't serve to dwell on the past now.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at his roommate. It's at times like this he wishes he had made a bit more effort to get to know the man better. As it is, he is having a hard time reading Edgeworth.]

Forgetting the past is just as bad as dwelling on it sometimes. Both things lead to mistakes...

[frilliance]

[Well scuse you, Dia. Edgeworth knows that. Whether or not he'd like to talk about it, though, especially in front of someone he still sees as an acquaintance like he does with almost everyone else in the tower except Phoenix which is saaaaaaaaad, is another matter.

Hopefully a douche answer will stop his roommate from inquiring further.]

Your misguided assumption is duly noted.

[oathshackledbird]

[Nice try, Edgeworth, but he's had to deal with the King of Douches, Gilgamesh. Compared to him, this is nothing.]

Shall I misguidedly assume that you no longer wish to train with me since it might remind you of her and that is 'the past?'

[After all, their training sessions had finally gotten started after a lot of suggesting because Edgeworth had been so worried about her safety.]

[frilliance]

Diarumid, if you think I'm immature enough to avoid anything that even reminds me vaguely of what has gone before, think again. [Except that he still avoids the wretched elevators because of murdered daddy incident. But there are many complicated issues surrounding that. And his elevator fear isn't something you need to know - in Edgeworth's opinion, anyway.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at him.]

I said nothing about immaturity, Edgeworth. Jumping to conclusions much?

[frilliance]

You were certainly implying it! [No he wasn't, man.]

[oathshackledbird]

I implied nothing.

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

Honestly, Edgeworth. How do you expect anyone to want to help you when you are so prickly all the time? Relax. We are all fighting together here.