[ Ciri is... doing her best. This is a lot, okay? The flashing lights, the noise (it's not really what she considers music), the not-exactly-real crowds of people wiggling about on the dance floor, the sheer variety of costumes and the echoes of screams occasionally piercing through the bass beat (that she had to be assured of several times now are fake, for "fun"). Julie had talked up Halloween so much, and Ciri was quite excited for the festivities. She's even dressed in the sexy vampire costume Julie introduced her to, complete with bloody necklace and ridiculous tall heels. (Yes, she is over six feet tall in them. You're welcome.)
But nothing could have actually prepared her for what these festivities would actually entail, not even having glimpsed a large variety of worlds on her own adventures already. She'd seen all sorts of things before, but never a proper modern club.
So Ciri is at the bar, a place she can understand the function of despite its unfamiliar look. Time to gather some good old liquid courage. She tells Steven "Surprise me." And surprise her he does. ]
There's... a tiny sword in this?! [ Ciri lifts up the sword-shaped cocktail pick that was in her martini glass, along with the garishly bright red cherry impaled on its end, staring at it in open, if confused, delight. ]
* * *
[ Later, Ciri might be found at the Bobbing for Fireball station. Her hair is damp, and her makeup is a little smudged (nothing a mirror and a bit of Horizon magic can't fix), and she's already got a little bottle between her teeth. Which she would have uncorked just like that, except she realizes it's not a cork at all. Ciri fumbles with the tiny bottle's tiny cap. ]
You're supposed to drink the whole thing when you get one. [ she informs whoever is beside her, whether they were also participating or not. ] You should do it too.
[ Someone please warn her it tastes like a cinnamon punch in the mouth. ]
CLOSED | for alina.
[ She wasn't sure Alina would agree. So much has happened in just a couple short weeks, so much heartache and uncertainty, pain and loss. But that's precisely why Ciri had invited her, just as Jaskier (and Julie, of course) had convinced Ciri herself that letting loose and having a little fun might honestly be the best thing for all of them right now. And so, she'd asked -- a little timid, red-cheeked as she explained to Alina what the festival of Halloween is supposed to be and how she needs to wear a costume and makeup. If she needs ideas or assistance, Ciri is happy to help Alina plan in the Horizon, eager to explain how Julie had shown her all the different costumes and that one can dress as an animal or a monster or... a funny concept, apparently.
In the end, the party itself is more overwhelming than Ciri had expected. It takes her some time to work up the confidence, helped along by several drinks and private pep-talks in the glittering bathroom mirrors to herself.
But finally, she'd done it. She'd asked Alina to dance.
Now, if only they can... figure out how. To dance. To this cacophonous beat that isn't like any sort of dancing music Ciri's ever heard before. ]
So, er... how do you want to...?
[ Everyone else is sort of just wriggling and swaying like seaweed in a strong wave. Ciri blinks hard against the lights, looking down at Alina, and realizing suddenly she is... very tall. Her hands settle awkwardly on Alina's shoulders. She laughs, the colored lights obscuring how hot her face feels right now. ]
Sorry. I've never danced like this before. Or worn shoes like this. I can change them, if you prefer.
Ciri | The Witcher | The Devil
[ Ciri is... doing her best. This is a lot, okay? The flashing lights, the noise (it's not really what she considers music), the not-exactly-real crowds of people wiggling about on the dance floor, the sheer variety of costumes and the echoes of screams occasionally piercing through the bass beat (that she had to be assured of several times now are fake, for "fun"). Julie had talked up Halloween so much, and Ciri was quite excited for the festivities. She's even dressed in the sexy vampire costume Julie introduced her to, complete with bloody necklace and ridiculous tall heels. (Yes, she is over six feet tall in them. You're welcome.)
But nothing could have actually prepared her for what these festivities would actually entail, not even having glimpsed a large variety of worlds on her own adventures already. She'd seen all sorts of things before, but never a proper modern club.
So Ciri is at the bar, a place she can understand the function of despite its unfamiliar look. Time to gather some good old liquid courage. She tells Steven "Surprise me." And surprise her he does. ]
There's... a tiny sword in this?! [ Ciri lifts up the sword-shaped cocktail pick that was in her martini glass, along with the garishly bright red cherry impaled on its end, staring at it in open, if confused, delight. ]
* * *
[ Later, Ciri might be found at the Bobbing for Fireball station. Her hair is damp, and her makeup is a little smudged (nothing a mirror and a bit of Horizon magic can't fix), and she's already got a little bottle between her teeth. Which she would have uncorked just like that, except she realizes it's not a cork at all. Ciri fumbles with the tiny bottle's tiny cap. ]
You're supposed to drink the whole thing when you get one. [ she informs whoever is beside her, whether they were also participating or not. ] You should do it too.
[ Someone please warn her it tastes like a cinnamon punch in the mouth. ]
CLOSED | for alina.
[ She wasn't sure Alina would agree. So much has happened in just a couple short weeks, so much heartache and uncertainty, pain and loss. But that's precisely why Ciri had invited her, just as Jaskier (and Julie, of course) had convinced Ciri herself that letting loose and having a little fun might honestly be the best thing for all of them right now. And so, she'd asked -- a little timid, red-cheeked as she explained to Alina what the festival of Halloween is supposed to be and how she needs to wear a costume and makeup. If she needs ideas or assistance, Ciri is happy to help Alina plan in the Horizon, eager to explain how Julie had shown her all the different costumes and that one can dress as an animal or a monster or... a funny concept, apparently.
In the end, the party itself is more overwhelming than Ciri had expected. It takes her some time to work up the confidence, helped along by several drinks and private pep-talks in the glittering bathroom mirrors to herself.
But finally, she'd done it. She'd asked Alina to dance.
Now, if only they can... figure out how. To dance. To this cacophonous beat that isn't like any sort of dancing music Ciri's ever heard before. ]
So, er... how do you want to...?
[ Everyone else is sort of just wriggling and swaying like seaweed in a strong wave. Ciri blinks hard against the lights, looking down at Alina, and realizing suddenly she is... very tall. Her hands settle awkwardly on Alina's shoulders. She laughs, the colored lights obscuring how hot her face feels right now. ]
Sorry. I've never danced like this before. Or worn shoes like this. I can change them, if you prefer.