it's a quarter past midnight [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the month of December
When: December 18th and onward (post-Trials)
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up y'all



[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god knows it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? I've heard chatter of live music or IC DND, so whatever you wanna do here, go for it!]

[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]

Comments

[antepone]

[ Oh. Oh, no, they definitely weren't. She feels a surge of sympathy for Asgore; she knows the loss of his eyesight means he had... died too many times. And he's suffering a penalty for it.

She positions herself so he can, hopefully, hear her better and pinpoint where she is. She's standing a little distance in front of him. ]

Are you enjoying the night? If I can get anything for you, I'd be happy to.

[journalname]

[If the slight adjustment he makes is any indication, that did help him locate her a little better. And yay, she was talking to him!]

Oh, no - I am quite alright, thank you. [He smiles, genuinely grateful. Getting himself back to the bar would be a pain now that there's more people in here.] It is nice to get out and hear some music and conversation, is it not? I have not left my home much these past few days.

[For probably obvious reasons. His smile quirks a little wryly.]

How have you been?

[antepone]

It is.

[ She smiles, and even if he can't see it, it's there in her voice. ]

I've been alright. A little... shaky, after everything that happened, but... I'm doing alright. [ She clears her throat. ] So, you liked the music?

[journalname]

Very much! The last time I heard any music was...

[He hesitates, casting back and realizing that he doesn't really need to, that much.]

...oh, no. I suppose it must have been at the year's-end festival. Goodness, that seems so long ago now.

[antepone]

Mm, I don't think I can even remember the last time I heard music. Which is why I'm happy I was able to request a violin.

[ It's a treasure all of its own. ]

Anytime you'd like to hear music, I'd be glad to play for you.

[journalname]

Oh, that was you? [Asgore beams.] You are very good!

[antepone]

[ Oh no. Her mortal enemy: compliments. Even though her cheeks burn, and she gives a sheepish laugh... ]

Thank you. I've been playing since I was little. I'm just happy I haven't lost my touch.

[journalname]

[Asgore smiles warmly, folding his paws on the table.]

I would not have known it had been a while. I suppose there is some muscle memory in it - the Captain of my Guard back home plays the piano, and she often compares it to her training.

[antepone]

Really?

[ She hums quietly as she considers that. ]

It does make sense. It takes discipline and concentration. I can see why she considers it similar to training.

[journalname]

Yes, she has always been very dedicated. Ever since she was a child.

[...he'll probably never see her again.]

I wonder if there is anyone else who plays anything here? I am afraid I never learned, myself.