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[i_am_your_host]

He's making a list, checking it twice. Gonna find out who's naughty.

Actually, it's never too early to start planning a Milliways New Year's Eve party, especially when you want to rent some space, practically a blank canvas, and make a proper event out of it.

Emcee is sitting cross-legged on one of the sofas, with a notepad in his lap and a glass of red wine in his free hand. Things that he's scribbled down so far:

mirror ball
mirrored walls and ceiling
chaise lounges circular couches
chandeliers (maybe)
stage with: piano, karaoke machine, DJ equipment
glitter confetti

Is he going overboard? One thing for sure, Emcee never does anything half-assed.

Besides, this sort of thing is taking his mind off more pressing and important issues that are a matter of life and death and physical and emotional well-being and that is so not what he wants to deal with right now.

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[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal's walking down into the bar from his room when he spots Emcee. He's only talked to him once before, but he liked his company then and he could certainly do with a friendly face now.

So, he grabs a bottle of amasec and heads over, hoping he's not disturbing anything.

"Evening. Do you mind if I sit with you?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee glances up from his notes and greets Sahaal with a smile.

"Oh, good evening, Sahaal. Not at all, make yourself comfortable wherever you like. How are you?"

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

"Thanks." He plants himself on the opposite couch, and takes a sip of his drink.

"I've been better, thanks. You?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tilts his head like a concerned kitten.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps things will start to look up after a few drinks, hmm? As for myself, I'm perfectly marvelous, thank you. Just busying myself by planning a party."

[exiled_heir_of_the_eighth]

Sahaal smiles. "Here's hoping."

"Party? What sort of party is it?" Emcee doesn't seem the sort of person to hold victory celebrations. Perhaps a holiday from his Earth, or just one of those parties mortals seem to host sometimes.

[witchfinder_general]

Not far from him, Father Harman sits down and orders extra strong tea from a rat.

He notices Emcee, and nods at him.

[i_am_your_host]

As Emcee taps his pencil on the notepad in thought, he catches Father Harman's wordless greeting and returns it with a smile.

"Well, hallo, Father, it's been a while. How are you?"

[witchfinder_general]

"Exhausted," Father Harman says. "I was in meetings with bureaucrats all day."

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, no," he says sympathetically. "That would be draining on anyone. Well, except perhaps bureaucrats themselves. I'm sure that tea will help lots."

[witchfinder_general]

"That's why I am imbibing it in such immoderate amount," Father Harman says.

[chartreuse_eyed]

Micah is passing by on his way to one of the chair groupings nearby: he has sunglasses firmly on, but as he pauses for a moment behind Emcee, his head cocks just a bit.

"May I ask why circular couches?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee turns his attention from his notes to the speaker. And he is not disappointed.

"I prefer the aesthetics," he replies. "I don't like straight lines in social settings."

[chartreuse_eyed]

Micah has an angular face, a catlike triangular smile teasing the corners of his mouth at the explanation. "Straight lines can be...disrupting, I agree," he says.

"What are you planning socially? With...glitter confetti and so many mirrors?"

[i_am_your_host]

"And constrictive," Emcee adds, liking the man's subtle smile.

"A New Year's Eve party. By the Bar's calendar, the end of the year is several weeks away, so I thought I ought to get a head start on planning something festive. I would say that glitter confetti is mandatory, but depending on the size of the room I end up choosing, the mirrors are optional."

[chartreuse_eyed]

Micah chuckles. "Sometimes."

Micah chooses a seat, perching himself on the arm of the chair nearest Emcee. "Regrettably, it's been a while since I had anything to do with confetti. glitter, on the other hand..." he shrugs. When one's housemates work at a strip club, one interacts with glitter. A lot.

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber's just spending his time idly killing time at the bar, enjoying a beer or two and idly wondering if he can just pass out in one of the bar's many booths instead of going home to his familiar dumpsters. He'd rent a room, but, you know, that costs money, and booths are free.

He's sitting on one of the stools people-watching, peering around to see what's what. He can't read all of Emcee's list, though he does catch a glimpse of the word 'mirror ball'.

"Planning something good?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee raises his black-lined eyes from his notes to the speaker. Well, he certainly looks interesting.

"Oh, I'm always planning something good," Emcee says with a playful slyness in his voice and his smirk. "Sub-par just doesn't suit me."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Hey, it's a great way to live. Keep things interesting," he says with a grin. "Planning a party for the bar, or just decorating with disco balls for the aesthetic?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Now that you mention it, I don't think I would mind having a disco ball light fixture in my room," he chuckles. "But yes, I'm planning a New Year's Eve party. By the Bar's calendar, the end of the year is still several weeks away, so I have time to do a little brainstorming."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Hey, most rooms could probably use a disco ball or two, barring a hospital room or the morgue," he says with a wry laugh. "What kind of party you planning, then?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric fetches up a bottle of wine and comes over to top up Emcee's glass, kissing his cheek. "Planning a party?"

[i_am_your_host]

The refill is a pleasant surprise, the kiss from the pourer a pleasanter one. Emcee looks up at Sinric with a bright smile and takes his hand, inviting him to sit with him.

"I am indeed, darling. The end of the year here is drawing nigh, so I have taken it upon myself to ensure that it is properly celebrated."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes Emcee's lead and lounges against Emcee's side, comfortably intimate. He steals a look at the list. "Properly celebrated indeed. You seem to have quite a night planned. Can I help in any way?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, I don't know, I'm still in the brainstorming stage, just plucking ideas out of thin air, so if anything comes to mind I'd love to hear it," he says. "I'm doing something very different this year. Instead of throwing the party in the main bar, I'm moving it to a separate room. Like my own little one-night-only nightclub."

[thewidewideworld]

"Should we have masks? I find them wonderfully freeing, even around those who know you well." Sinric suggests, sipping his own wine.