T-MINUS 25 DAYS
Blackwater City, Eastern Xentherida
9:44 PM
Another exhausting day. Freja had spent hours upon hourstyping code, writing calculations, and fetching copious amounts of tea. Only another sixteen days left of work before Saviour had to be launched.
She needed to unwind. A day of stress had taken its toll.
She practically had to drag herself to her apartment. Thank god the elevator was still walking; she doubted she would have been able to climb sixty seven stories. She would’ve given up before they had even started.
As she staggered through the doorway, Elena looked up from her tinkering, on a project making who knows what.
“I’ve been thinking.” said Elena, as Freja acknowledged her with a nod. “Seeing as this is Blackwater City, and we’re about three and a half weeks from doom if Saviour fails, we need to really let ourselves go, for just one night.”
Freja nodded slowly. “So what do you propose?”
“Blackwater City really has quite the night-life. I’m going to suggest that for one night, we can just let our hair down at a nightclub in the heart of the city.”
“Go on.” said Freja, mouth curling into a smile.
“So, as I was out today, I saw this nightclub called Sturecompagniet. Drinks are cheap, the place has good ratings, and it’ll all be on me.”
Alto moaned audibly. “Oh god, not one of… those places.”
Freja was smiling broadly now. “What time?”
“As soon as it takes to get ready.”
10:03 PM
As they walked to Sturecompagniet, Freja’s mood couldn’t be better. A night to release her stress; to party without a care in the world. Inside the club, music blared from the many subwoofers around the club, and mingled with the singing, laughing, and shouting, the noise was perfectly tumultuous. The sea of bodies on the dance floor swayed, as each person wove their way through the throng and to their friends, partners, fiancés, and all sorts of companions, and slammed shots from the many tables, before returning into the fray.
Elena made a beeline for the bar, expression like a child in a sweetshop.
“Hmm…” she said, looking past the bartender and to the large rack of alcohol behind.
“I’ll take a … margarita. And for you, Freja?”
“Whiskey. On the rocks.”
In just a few minutes, they had their drinks, and Freja could hear Alto’s sarcasm as Elena drank her margarita. They made their way to the dance floor, and Freja could see many, many people in the party.. When imminent doom faced, you could rely on people to celebrate, rather than ponder their potential doom.
All around the club, there were many unfamiliar faces, from many countries around the globe. Who knew what their stories told?
OOC: The party’ll probably be on until January. Use this time to RP a character - any character, even not your main character - and let them party, even if you’re not intending to get fully involved for the long story ahead.
Blackwater City, Eastern Xentherida
9:44 PM
Another exhausting day. Freja had spent hours upon hourstyping code, writing calculations, and fetching copious amounts of tea. Only another sixteen days left of work before Saviour had to be launched.
She needed to unwind. A day of stress had taken its toll.
She practically had to drag herself to her apartment. Thank god the elevator was still walking; she doubted she would have been able to climb sixty seven stories. She would’ve given up before they had even started.
As she staggered through the doorway, Elena looked up from her tinkering, on a project making who knows what.
“I’ve been thinking.” said Elena, as Freja acknowledged her with a nod. “Seeing as this is Blackwater City, and we’re about three and a half weeks from doom if Saviour fails, we need to really let ourselves go, for just one night.”
Freja nodded slowly. “So what do you propose?”
“Blackwater City really has quite the night-life. I’m going to suggest that for one night, we can just let our hair down at a nightclub in the heart of the city.”
“Go on.” said Freja, mouth curling into a smile.
“So, as I was out today, I saw this nightclub called Sturecompagniet. Drinks are cheap, the place has good ratings, and it’ll all be on me.”
Alto moaned audibly. “Oh god, not one of… those places.”
Freja was smiling broadly now. “What time?”
“As soon as it takes to get ready.”
10:03 PM
As they walked to Sturecompagniet, Freja’s mood couldn’t be better. A night to release her stress; to party without a care in the world. Inside the club, music blared from the many subwoofers around the club, and mingled with the singing, laughing, and shouting, the noise was perfectly tumultuous. The sea of bodies on the dance floor swayed, as each person wove their way through the throng and to their friends, partners, fiancés, and all sorts of companions, and slammed shots from the many tables, before returning into the fray.
Elena made a beeline for the bar, expression like a child in a sweetshop.
“Hmm…” she said, looking past the bartender and to the large rack of alcohol behind.
“I’ll take a … margarita. And for you, Freja?”
“Whiskey. On the rocks.”
In just a few minutes, they had their drinks, and Freja could hear Alto’s sarcasm as Elena drank her margarita. They made their way to the dance floor, and Freja could see many, many people in the party.. When imminent doom faced, you could rely on people to celebrate, rather than ponder their potential doom.
All around the club, there were many unfamiliar faces, from many countries around the globe. Who knew what their stories told?
OOC: The party’ll probably be on until January. Use this time to RP a character - any character, even not your main character - and let them party, even if you’re not intending to get fully involved for the long story ahead.
