You Are Invited (Open)

[stonebird]

Who: Sansa Stark/Dali & Open
What: Party!
When: September 6th
Where: Dali's Temple.
Warnings: TBD

❅ (Come) ❅

The path leading to Dali's tower is lined with softly flickering lanterns. You might encounter a small goat with a bell collar as you walk, but do not worry; he is only curious. The sound of music will swell as you near the tower's doors and within there is a large room, lit by glowing hearths and candlelight. Around the room's edge, there are tables ladened with food and plenty of places to sit. And, if you require a more private venue, there are smaller tables on the second floor.

Flower garlands are draped along the walls and there is a nook with a real tree. Do not be surprised to find other animals wandering about, either. While Sansa is rather fastidious and tidy, her experience as Dali has helped her appreciate nature so much more. She does not wholly mind cleaning up after her furred visitors, though, strangely, they all seem to mind their manners fairly well.

❅ (Be Merry) ❅

Once a crowd has gathered and the music is in full swing, Sansa will encourage her visitors to do as they please. Do not be frightened if you are pulled into an impromptu dance! Otherwise, let the wine flow, partake of any dishes that catch your fancy and try not to do anything that will damage her tower.

Comments

OTA

[redotiertwo]

[A: Performance]

[Davesprite didn't initially answer Sansa's call considering she'd asked for "bards", which doesn't quite describe the kind of music he plays. Chikusa had kind of volunteered him for it, though, and he wasn't going to refuse once he was actually contacted.

So for a medium-length set, a certain neon orange bird guy with a sword through him takes the stage with a set of turntables, a computer, and all the odds and ends one needs to get some good electronic music happening. The songs he taps and spins out over the course of the performance, playing the turntables and soundboards as skillfully as any instrument, vary from understated breather tracks in a slow, quiet pace, to intense but melodic, all the way up to fast-paced music aimed at getting people moving. There's something for everyone, and no words are needed to get across the feel of the music.

Davesprite himself will be taking genre requests, and though he's got his headphones firmly on, if anyone approaches the DJ stand, he'll take them off to say hi. He doesn't really need them, they just make things more intuitive.]

I'm hoping this is a request or a social call, because any complaints are being taken by my reliable associate the trash can until the set is over.

--

[B: Merriment]

[After his turn on stage, Davesprite ends up lying around on a couch in the main hall area, having swiped a large bottle of apple juice and a bowl of fancy seed crackers from the food tables. He's just being lazy and using his telekinesis to lift one of the crackers towards his mouth when the start a particularly good song catches his attention, and he turns his head. The chance in focus flicks the cracker in that direction, more than likely hitting someone in the head.]

Whoops. [He doesn't sound that sorry, but he also doesn't sound like he doesn't care at all. His large sunglasses make it kind of hard to tell, admittedly.] I'm just gonna pass that off as declaring myself official cracker distributor, okay, you get a cracker sample and let's never speak of this again.

B

[heptagram]

[...okay, that was weird. At this point, though, she isn't going to question things like this. It's just not worth it.]

Um, sure.

Nice shot, though.

[redotiertwo]

I like to think I'm also a nice shot when I'm actually trying to be and not just when I comically fuck up my focus.

[And he's just going to telekinetically drop one of the crackers into his mouth properly this time.]

So, what are your thoughts on party central here.

[heptagram]

[Well, she hasn't seen, so /shrug]

I'm not much for social gatherings usually, but this one seems... alright. It doesn't seem too crowded, I guess.

[redotiertwo]

Yeah, not a huge turnout at this one, but I guess if you want a massive turnout you go to one of the parties the Heavens throw up every month or so. Not like there's a shortage.

[Parties that don't get somehow ruined by something are another matter, but hey, they haven't had a zombie attack in a while, at least.]

[heptagram]

I welcome a smaller turnout once in a while, though.

[She doesn't like crowds because she's a fucking shut-in nerd.]

[redotiertwo]

Smaller turnout is fine if you're into that, pretty sure that's what the host was going for considering her post about it.

[The idea behind this whole thing seemed more like a gathering of getting to know each other rather than some huge party deal.]

[heptagram]

That is usually what I prefer, at least, so to an extent, that is what drew me here, I guess.

[She needs to ease into this whole 'going to social gatherings' thing, really. Yeah, still, even with as long as she's been here.]

[redotiertwo]

Yeah, I wasn't really expecting it to be a huge party the way she called out about it, but that's fine, I need to make sure I get good before I try playing at anything that's a big deal.

[So, in a way, he's easing into things as well. It's just about performing rather than socialising, because he's plenty good enough at that part.]

A

[stonebird]

A social call, I should think! I have no complaints. (His music is as foreign to her as can be, but she senses her guests are enjoying it and that is all that truly matters.) I am Sansa Stark and I wanted to thank you for performing.

[redotiertwo]

[Davesprite hasn't seen this woman before, so he doesn't show any signs of recognition until she introduces herself by name. At that remark, he offers a somewhat lazy, two-fingered salute.] The hostess herself, huh. Thanks for the invite, I haven't had the chance to run this sort of thing for an audience before. Also, I'm Davesprite, in case you hadn't figured that bit out yet.

[The fact that he's a very similar shade of orange to what he texts in is probably a bit of a giveaway.]

[stonebird]

Yes. (Hostess, lady - both are applicable. She smiles a little more, nodding.) You are easy to spy in a crowd. I have never seen someone with your warm coloring.

(That's a nice way of saying "I've never met someone who practically glows orange".)

Please do not forget to drink and make merry for yourself. The music need not be constant.

[redotiertwo]

Yeah, that's definitely a way of putting it. [An exceedingly polite way of putting it, but considering how she spoke to him when she first asked him to perform, he can't really be too surprised about that.

While he's not too fussed about the possibility of not getting to enjoy the party himself, he nods a bit.] I figure you've got other performers, so I'm just gonna do a set and then hang out. Probably won't be at it for more than an hour.

[stonebird]

(She would rather be polite than...not. The world has enough cruelty without her adding to it. Plus there is something exceedingly satisfying about being polite while extracting justice.)

Do as you wish. (She will not be upset with any choice he makes - as long as he doesn't demolish her temple.) I was thinking of attempting a song or two myself. How do you keep your nerves at bay?

[redotiertwo]

Uh. [Davesprite hadn't really thought about that - the performance part came pretty naturally to him, and as a shinki, he couldn't elaborate on why. He does consider the question for a moment, though, because it's a serious enough one to warrant it.]

...I guess just knowing you're prepared can help a lot. Like, if you go up there and you know what you're doing, you can tell yourself that you've done everything you can to make it great. You just have to trust that the audience will think it's great as well, so I guess trusting that the audience is on your side is another thing.

[stonebird]

So I must imagine myself as a professional and play the part? (It might be best for her to not think of the audience. At first, anyway.) Does this situation suit "mind over matter"?

(If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. Badumtish.)

[redotiertwo]

Not even a professional, just that you know what you're doing. I mean, if you can go the whole way for feeling like a professional, sure, but just feeling like you have your shit together can be enough. [Usually. There's always the good old "imagine the audience in their underwear" option, but he's a bit loath to pull that up in front of someone who seems pretty decent and polite.]

Yeah, definitely mind over matter. Or both, I guess.

a

[kokuyoyo]

...Good strategy.

[Chikusa has finally abandoned his food from where he'd curled up in a corner, just listening and occasionally tapping notes on his computer. If Davesprite hadn't been here, Chikusa's recommendation ignored, he'd probably have grabbed food for him and Ken and then left. There's only so much free food can motivate him for.]

[It's been... interesting listening to more of the music that Davesprite can compose, really listening to it and focusing on nothing else. He tilts his head down to the equipment.]

...Seems like it's working out.

[redotiertwo]

[He'd kind of assumed that Chikusa was going to be a social call more than any complaints, but he still nods a little, tapping a few more keys for cycles on the soundboard.]

Yeah, trash can fucking loves his job, all the paper and ink you can eat. [As for the actual set, though, that might also be a thing he should remark on.] It's going pretty well, yeah. Wasn't sure how well the audience would take, but they're still dancing, so I'm guessing I didn't fuck up bad enough to chase anyone out.

[kokuyoyo]

It's good.

[Chikusa would know, listening attentively for the last few songs as he has been.]

What were you expecting?

[redotiertwo]

I dunno, some people aren't that into electronic music. You've still got those fuckwits and the "but it's not a real instrument" shit as if every instrument isn't just pushing buttons or pulling strings in the right order to make music.

[With some rather apt timing, he presses a few more keys on the soundboard and rotates the turntable back a little. It's basically the same thing but streamlined, as far as he's concerned, and the classicalists can eat it.]

[kokuyoyo]

Basically.... Anything can be an instrument, probably, so I don't see what the big deal is...

...But I think the Heavens are varied enough for taste.

[Considering the vast amount of worlds and lives represented, after all.]

...I liked the calm one you did.

[redotiertwo]

Exactly. I mean, fuck, if we count shit like kazoos as instruments we might as well just open up the board to whatever the fuck without any borders.

[This may or may not be somewhat of a touchy subject for Davesprite, as an electronic musician.

Being reminded that things have been going pretty well gets him off his temporary musical high-horse, though.] Yeah, I thought it might be good as kind of a cooler between the rougher stuff. Glad you liked it in its own right, though, makes the set flow better if it's not just totally out of place.

[kokuyoyo]

[Note to self: Davesprite gets worked up over matters of music. Who knew? Potentially anyone with social skills, which means Chikusa was always going to be out there.]

[He's more than happy to move onto talking about the music itself, chin bobbing slightly in acknowledgment.]

It... still feels like movement. [His shoulders twitch. A shrug, probably?] I can't really explain music.... yet... But it feels... resigned. Persistent.

[Another more noticeable shrug, although only one shoulder takes part.]

[redotiertwo]

[Davesprite nods a bit, tapping a few more keys to keep the current track going right.] That's what you want out of music. Even if it's something slow like a dirge, you want it to stick with people. Slow music still represents movement. A waltz is a dance, a funeral march is a celebration of life. If your music is static and you're not doing some weird experimental thing where that's intentional, you're probably doing it wrong.

[It's not really like visual art and writing, where static styles have their place in certain genres. Or at least, that's how he feels about it.]