( OPEN ) AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES...?

[regression]

WHO: Whoever wants to be involved!
WHERE: Serene
WHEN: Before the imminent jailing, leading up to the jailing.
WHAT: An open house for Han Sooyoung Corporation, which is an apartment complex renovated for fellow Restless! While Sooyoung, Dokja, and Joonghyuk have invited a few for the initial wave, they want to see if others may be interested which may be followed with a public network post later in the month after all the event things.

As a note, while this is a light-hearted gathering where Joonghyuk, Sooyoung, and Dokja consider housing logistics, the Hierarchy guards will come in and arrest criminals somewhere midway... Sometimes you drew blood and must face the consequences.

If characters found interest in joining just from the open house alone, feel free to submit a form, but as Sooyoung and Joonghyuk will be jailed for a portion of the event, Dokja will be the contact for house things.

This post is also FFA!

WARNINGS: will be updated if anything comes up!

STOP BEING HOMELESS TODAY!

Wherever you are in the Stygia, you'll find a flyer that notes a refuge for Restless from other worlds. It is better to combat the Netherworld, its curses, and its beasts in numbers, no? Hopefully here you can form bonds with those who share the same space, that is what the flyer tries to sell you. An address is penned after its pitch, a building found in the calm of Serene.

The building towers over, floors overtaken by vines with no end and hanging plants, but it seems to be spruced up a bit compared to other forsaken lands. The yard has been manicured with grass leveled like someone bought a lawnmower for this occasion (they didn't). The doors are open for those who wish to take a tour of the floors, granted they will find Floor 3's Suite 1 locked. The rest are free for perusal and they are in good form, though empty aside from wild greens and beds.

Most of the action is on the yard, anyway... What with the wafting aroma of food, the sound of popping kernels, and the wonky projector that plays some movies from Mirth's notice board.

NETFLIX & FEAR?

The projector isn't the best quality... It really did seem like someone haggled their way to get it, however, and it plays while being attached to someone's phone which somehow has a USB slotted in. Netherworld technology really is interesting? Swathes of blankets are placed on the floor for all to lodge and enjoy the movies with sweet and salty popcorn (maybe tomato flavor, there are a lot of flavors) to munch.

The movie list can be found here (with whatever you can think of):

✦ Paranormal Activity
✦ The Blair Witch Project
✦ It
✦ The Ring
✦ Cargo
✦ Black Swan

✦ Us
✦ Nope
✦ The Cabin in the Woods
✦ Beetlejuice
✦ The Interview with the Vampire
✦ Shark movies (Jaws, Sharknado, etc.)

Outside of popcorn, there is stew and bread available for feast. It's delicious despite its simple presentation. While a bowl warms the heart and the stomach, it won't be washing away whatever jealousy y'all fostering. Weirdos. There are also dumplings, though one out of every twelve is extremely spicy.

No, there is no alcohol unless someone else brings it with them.

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Remember that the Hierarchy will be busting in later in the open house to arrest people, just to reference in threads if necessary! For characters interested in joining the house, feel free to submit a form to this page or wait until the network post later in the month.

Comments

[boarwitness]

Hah. Thinking too deeply on the dead as always. If they've lost themselves to oblivium, there's nothing we can do about it.

[felix is pro-soul recycling. but:]

If you feel so badly about it, then why not see if a reaper will do? Like the one that attacked us.

[paraselenes]

There's nothing we can do at present. But that doesn't make it a futile effort.

[ they're never going to agree on dead people, though. and probably not double dead people. ]

...Still, you have a point. I had thought about trying to deal with them anyway.

[boarwitness]

[there's nothing but a dissatisfied huff from felix. it's clear he's got more to say on the matter, as he always does, but dimitri adapting to his idea actually gets him past it—for now.]

So was I. But you're not going to get far without a weapon. Do you even know where to buy one?

[the most felix way of backhandedly offering a hand.]

[paraselenes]

[ they can fight about dead people some other day. right now, onto something they can actually see eye-to-eye about: swords. ]

I try to be as frugal as I can be.

[ AKA he doesn't spend his soul dollars very often at all. ]

I was thinking that I might be able to labor for a blacksmith in return for a simple blade. Or I suppose I can go about trying to craft a rudimentary weapon for myself...

[ a stick with a rock attached ]

[boarwitness]

Don't be ridiculous. What are you saving it for? We're already dead.

[in contrast to felix, who dumped every cursed coin he earned in his first month directly into a sword and lived on dried rabbit. but at the thought of crafting or laboring for a blacksmith, he scoffs, shaking his head immediately, holding up a hand.]

Forget it. You'd just break anything you tried to make. No one would have you.

[he exhales, clearly making a todo over the fact that he has to have this conversation at all.]

Buy a weapon, or risk a second death. I know your beastly power must be failing you sometimes.

[paraselenes]

[ okay. yes. maybe he would just break everything, but he could lug giant bags of ingots around or something? felix is just being the difficult one here. he crosses his arms, not impatient, but not yielding either. ]

Each of these coins entombs someone's very soul. I won't spend them frivolously.

[ he can just hoard them like a dragon until he figures out a way to reverse the soulforge process... someday. ...somehow. ]

Regardless, there's no reason to worry after me. Even if my strength is less reliable, I can defend myself.

[boarwitness]

There you go again, obsessing over every little detail of the dead at your own idiot expense. All you're going to do is make other people miserable worrying about you.

[not him, though. sylvain, probably.]

There's a blacksmith in the markets that's reasonably priced, and good quality. Should I waste my time sending it to you, or will you continue to ignore sense and pursue your animal instincts?

[paraselenes]

That won't be a concern.

[ why would people worry about him, he's just a guy. not even a king. not even a very interesting or fun guy. poor sylvain might care, but sylvain also has plenty of his own problems to focus on.

anyway he cares much more about the sword part of this conversation? ]

I'd love to browse their wares if you're attesting to the quality. Soulforged or not, there's no use in a weapon that hasn't been crafted with care and skill to begin with.

[boarwitness]

[yes it will??????

but rather than continue this stupid fight, felix just throws his hands up, making a wholly irate sound, but not following up on it. the nice sword part of the conversation it is.]

Please. I wouldn't buy anything from a sub-par smith.

[there's a hint of haughty pride in the statement, and he already has his device out, carefully punching something in with his index finger.

a moment later, dimitri's device dings with the location of the shop in question.]

There. See that you don't make me regret this, boar.

[paraselenes]

[ felix makes the right decision in relenting, because this is just a nice housewarming party and not the time to deal with Actual Problems. dimitri looks pleased as he checks his phone, grateful. ]

You have my thanks, Felix. I'll let you inspect any wares I manage to purchase.

[ though by "purchase" he probably means bartering for through means of physical labor. ]

Either way, we should get to sparring sometime soon. The rooftop is not well-equipped, but it has ample space.

[boarwitness]

Hmph.

[it's the closest thing to an expression of thanks he's getting, and it seems like he's about ready to exit this whole conversation. but the talk of sparring manages to stay him, and loosen his lips again.]

I saw. It's where he [he points at joonghyuk, in the kitchen] suggested, too.

[for a moment, it seems like he's going to answer in the negative—at the very least, he's clearly teetering on his reply. but:]

Fine. In the mornings, then. I suppose someone has to keep your viciousness in check. Once you actually get a weapon other than your bare hands, that is.