[ come one come all ]

[foolsaround]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: A party to break everyone into mallowhallow and get them mingling
Where: Orlea
When: March 4th

[ you might have gotten a nice little text message in your communication device, telling you to come party in Orlea. There's all types of alcohol and non-alcoholic drinks, and a mixture of foods to snack on. the music is also pulsing and loud enough to get you wanting to dance.

the party will go on all night till the morning, so bring a date or just bring yourself ]

Comments

[harpbeat]

[At least Eater looks like a lady??]

How do you do the glowy thing?

[genitrix]

[She looks down at the girl by her side, turning obligingly to answer but still moving her hips to the music.]

It's a natural ability that comes to rainbow drinkers such as myself.

[harpbeat]

I have no idea what that is, but it's cool!

[Eater will also start to dance - his female half may be the minstrel, but he can appreciate shakin' it.]

[genitrix]

I believe the human equivalent is a vampire.

[She watches cautiously, still dancing, waiting for a negative reaction. She hadn't realized that there was such a stigma attached to vampirism in other cultures.]

[harpbeat]

Oh, that's one I've heard of. Haven't met one yet, though - nice to meet ya.

[Live and let live, or live and let unlive, it's the same to him.]

[genitrix]

Likewise. I'm Porrim.

[She's pleasantly surprised—the lady at the blood bank, for example, had looked at her like she was an insect. It also might have had something to do with the grey skin, horns, blank eyes, and copious tattoos and piercings.]

[harpbeat]

My name's Eater. Just got here.

[genitrix]

[She chuckles. Thirsty, she raises her flask to drink from it, and wipes away the residual red from her lips with a clawed finger.] You and me both. Know anyone else here?

[harpbeat]

Haven't bumped into any of them and none of them have said anything, so if they're here they're being pretty quiet.

[Nope, nobody at all from their world.]

[genitrix]

Oh. I meant at the party. Sorry, I should have specified.

[She gestures to the rest of the room, sweaty dancers with red plastic cups in hand.]

[harpbeat]

I doubly don't know any of these people. Still, it's a decent party just for having free beer.

[genitrix]

I'm sure I'd appreciate it, if I could have it.

[She pauses, embarrassed to even ask.]

....Sorry, what's beer?

[harpbeat]

An alcoholic drink made from grain. Basically a cheap way of getting drunk.

[genitrix]

Ah. I never was one for intoxicants, back when I could have them.

[harpbeat]

Your choice. But what made them stop working?

[genitrix]

I became a rainbow drinker. I'm afraid once I acquired a taste for blood, nothing else sounded satisfying.

[harpbeat]

That's fair. And they don't make alcoholic blood, do they?

[genitrix]

[She laughs wryly.]

Not in the blood bank. If I drank from someone who'd been drinking...

[Her blank, luminous gaze flits around the room, but without pupils it's impossible to tell.]

But I doubt that would be ethical.

[harpbeat]

Not a lot of people just offer. You'd have to ask pretty nicely.

[He might say yes.]

[genitrix]

Hm, I'm aware, yes. It's a touchy subject. Until I find a willing donor, it's easiest for me to use the blood bank.

[harpbeat]

You could have mine, I've been drinking a lot.

[genitrix]

[She eyes Eater cautiously.]

Is that a serious offer?

[harpbeat]

Sure. Maybe not on the middle of the dance floor, we'd get stared at, but sure!

[genitrix]

Now?

[She has to consider this seriously. Blood banks are fine and dandy, but drinking straight from the source is preferable. Of course, she wouldn't do it here in the middle of this party, but perhaps outside...]

I've never met anyone so willing to, um, donate.

[harpbeat]

You are at a party and you can't even have beer. That is a crime against the world and I won't stand for it.