paixaorpg | It's a Cool Pool Party! [Completed]

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It's a Cool Pool Party! [Completed]

Character(s): Everyone! Come on down~
Content: Urd throws a pool party at Jogo da Crianca for everyone to enjoy.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca pool!
Time: Noon until night.
Warnings: Probably none. Maybe blatant fanservice of all the sexy (and not so sexy) characters.

It's been too long since the citizens of Paixao made use of the fairly impressive pool at the park. Like all of the landscaping and architecture of the city, the pool seemed ancient, almost in its appearance, wide and large and full of clear, glittering water. Equally sparkling trees provided shade all around the perimeter and comfortable outdoor chaises (made more comfortable by extra cushions today) and picnic tables dotted the area through out.

For the event, colorful balloons had been created and now floated peacefully in place as if held by an invisible hand. Crepe ribbons were strung from tree to tree and tiki torches, waiting to be lit once the sky started to darken, held their vigil in strategic points around the pool. Two long tables have been spread with snacks made by Belldandy and Genie, so they're sure to be the most delicious cookie/sandwich/chips you've ever had.

Most importantly, in one far corner of the area, a karaoke station has been magically created by Genie. The television is 42 inches, flanked by two 15 inch speakers. Four microphones and stands are available for any party goer to belt their favorites out. To add to the mood, there's even a disco ball above the microphones, hung from the nearest tree!

Don't have a swimsuit? No problem! Urd, Belldandy and probably even Genie will summon up something for you quicker than you can say "sudden public nudity." Be warned, though...each has their own sense of style and may end up dressing your character in something less than dignified.

Unbeknown to any of the guests, a special and invisible barrier has been set into place by Belldandy. This warding field will not allow any Heartless to enter the party, should anyone decide to summon them. Not that they would, though, right? This is a sunny, happy day!

What could go wrong?

OOC Notes: Much like the other large group logs here, this one will work via several small threads that people start in the comments. Everyone is free to jump into someone's thread, provided they don't have a note in their subject line claiming the thread is private (which you're totally allowed to do). Keep in mind that this party was created for characters to develop CR with more people, so don't be afraid to mingle!

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It was a great business opportunity to mingle with others who resided her ein Paixao, so she could gather some more information on what she should do with her bar, or so Tifa thought. It was a bit embarrassing showing up in a bikini; the ones they had in the city were quite risque, and she wasn't used to such designs. But she was here for fun, and worse came to worse... she could protect herself from any perverts. Tying her hair back, she reclined on the seat she claimed, resting her legs for a bit from trying to find the place. It certainly did seem like a lively party; perhaps Urd was cut out to be a party planner...

Lenne had put together a small plate of snacks, just a bite or two of just about everything, and was looking for a place to sit when she noticed a very attractive brunette taking a seat in one of the recliners, and she appeared to have come by herself. She seemed familiar, but Lenne didn't think she'd met her yet. So, noticing another empty lounge chair beside her, she made her way over and stopped when she was standing between Tifa and the empty chair.

"Would you like some company? I'm Lenne, by the way, have we met before?" Awkward, but to the point. How quickly her people skills had rusted in this city.

"Oh, we've spoken earlier on the journals." Tifa smiled back. "It's me, Tifa Lockhart. I recognize your voice; it's quite beautiful." She continued. Lenne was just as pretty as Tifa had imagined from her voice over the network, and as Tifa leaned forward and poured Lenne a glass of juice from a bottle she had next to her. "Here you go." She offered the glass to Lenne.

"Oh! Hi!" Lenne greeted again. Of course, that's why she'd seemed familiar. She smiled kindly, looking down as she shuffled her feet a bit at the compliment. That was twice in one day too remarkably gorgeous women had mentioned her own attractiveness in some way. It was enough to make a girl's head swell a bit.

"Thank you very much," she finally managed. "It's nice to meet you in person, Tifa," she added, accepting the glass of juice with another thank you, and taking a seat on the chaise beside the other woman. She set her plate down between, and offered Tifa anything she might like off of it, she'd taken far too much for herself, anyway.

"Here trying to get to know your clientele?" she asked playfully, adding a wink to make sure Tifa realized she was joking. She hardly planned on making the woman talk business, this was a party, after all.

"I suppose you could say that." Tifa let out a chuckle, getting Lenne's strike at a conversation. "After all, it's about catering to the population, not the other way around, right?" That much was true; it was all about customer service, and you couldn't service your customers if you didn't know what they wanted. Taking a piece of fruit from the plate Lenne offered, Tifa was relieved that at least the food seemed universal.

And that not everybody was like that one man who wanted to eat bugs.

"Have you been here for long, Lenne?"

"Of course! I've seen a few brilliant ideas fall flat from lack of the proper audience," Lenne mused in response to Tifa's question, though it had been more rhetorical than anything.

Ah, now there was a question she wasn't quite sure how to respond to. She'd been here longer than some, not nearly so long as many, and yet knew the least of just about anyone she'd met so far. She had also been a very poor judge of time for quite a while.

"You could say that," she managed after a few moments of seeming to think about her response. "Not nearly so long as some, but long enough I've lost track of the time," she laughed lightly.

"I can imagine how that would be... do the seasons even change here, in Paixao?" Tifa inquired. "I have the feeling the same would happen to me... not that I plan on staying, but I don't think I have a say in the matter." Tifa sighed. "But best to make the best of it, although I do admit that I'm worried about my family." Cloud, Denzel, and Marlene... how were they?

"They do, surprisingly enough," Lenne recalled, laughing softly. "It's especially interesting when the weather outside the domes varies from inside," she added. "Though it isn't usually by much."

"It's not such a bad place, once you get used to it," she mused in response to Tifa's admissions. If I had a home to go back to, I'd feel the same way, she thought. Could hardly say that out loud, though. "I know how you feel, as much as I have adapted to Paixao, it isn't somewhere anyone would want to be indefinitely, not with a home to go back to," she agreed.

Deciding the change the subject, Tifa smiled once more. "Well, Lenne, what kind of songs do you sing? There's a karaoke station over there; why don't we give it a try? Though, I don't think my voice will be any match for yours." She chuckled. Soft spoken Tifa was, and she never tried singing before. But she was sure that Lenne had a reason behind offering her service to her eventual Paixao branch of Seventh Heaven.

Lenne's reason, selfishly, was the desperate need to have a purpose here, to help someone somehow. She wasn't about to waste this second chance at life. And it just so happened she wasn't a terrible singer.

She smiled brightly, "All kinds of songs," she laughed. "Whatever seemed to fit the occasion. I think I could go for a happy song right now, but I really don't know that many," she laughed again, but a little sadly. "I'd love to sing a little. What are you in the mood for?"

"Hmm... anything, really. If you want, I could go first while you look through the catalog." She picked up a booklet filled with the codes for the songs, and handed it to Lenne. "I was looking through it earlier, but I don't know too many of the songs." Besides, it might set Lenne at ease... not to mention, Tifa didn't exactly want to go after Lenne just to be bad at it, not that she was too vain about that sort of thing.

With that, and a smile, she punched in a code, and prepared herself.

Putting the microphone down, Tifa blushed a bit. She definitely wasn't good at this sort of thing, much less was she a performer. "Well, your turn, lenne!"

Lenne laughed and applauded in admiration. It was a song she'd never heard before, but she couldn't imagine it having been sung any better.

"That was beautiful!" she complimented truthfully. She thumbed through the catalog a little while longer, trying to decide on a happy song. Truth be told, she muchly preferred the melancholy, but today was a good day, a happy day, and she hoped to inspire that in those around her. So, she took up the microphone and pressed all the right keys for this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lFXy5bIiSA).

"I hope I don't disappoint!" And at that she began to move, dancing just a little with the music. She just couldn't help it, this song always got her moving, and for the next few minutes, she was lost in the song.

Edited 2009-10-12 06:27 (UTC)

Tifa returned Lenne's performance with an applause, genuinely impressed. "It's the perfect song for this party, I think!" She chuckled. When she was singing her own song, her thoughts obviously went out to Cloud... where was he? Was he eating all right? ... did he miss her at all? ... Tifa felt a bit melancholy, but the tune of Lenne's song as well as the words definitely spoke to her. She was here; no changing that, so she may as well experience what she could, and when she saw Cloud again, it would make for a good story, wouldn't it?

"You must have had quite a following in your world. So... do you sing for anybody in particular?"

Lenne smiled, but the sadness behind her eyes wasn't as veiled as she meant it to be. Yes, she'd had quite the following, indeed. Did she sing for anyone? Oh, yes.

She laughed softly, looking gently into Tifa's eyes. "I do, I suppose. Long lost love, if you will," she laughed again, just as sadly as her eyes smiled. Love found, and lost, then found, then lost just as swiftly.

"It is my profession to sing, but there is a part of my soul that dies if I do not express it through song. So I suppose I sing just as much for myself as..." she trailed off, motioning with her hands to try to convey what she couldn't say, unwilling to mention Shuyin by name. She'd been doing so well moving on without him, trying not to hope too hard that he might return some day.

"As selfish as that sounds..." she tried to cover the soft crack in her voice, then laughed again, her last defense, shaking her head to try to clear her thoughts. She was going to be happy. He would want that for her.

Tifa shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with being selfish in of itself." She commented. "It's wrong when you don't express it correctly." She attempted to explain. Like she was to talk. It seemed so long ago, but Aerith still had a very firm hold on Cloud's mind. Cloud's guilt regarding Aerith's death... it was something Tifa couldn't compete with at all. And she didn't want to. Aerith was her friend, too, and... Tifa could only imagine that Aerith would have felt some jealousy against Tifa as well, Tifa being the one who was staying with Cloud and living with him.

The brunette wasn't the best at expressing herself, either; if she had been better at it, perhaps the entire Jenova War could have been avoided if she simply spoke up earlier. ... or, at least, Aerith wouldn't have had to die. Maybe. But Tifa knew that was in the past. What was important was pushing onward toward the future.

"I wish I had an outlet like that, myself."

Lenne smiled sympathetically, reaching out to touch Tifa's arm lightly, unsure of how the gesture would be received. "You'll find a way. Maybe this restaurant of yours will give you an outlet? Or at the very least, a distraction," she grinned.

She wouldn't have even guessed at the guilt or jealousy that Tifa carried, but every woman had something like that, she would have thought. It seemed impossible to find a man who hadn't left a part of himself with another woman.

"Do you want to try another song? Maybe we could find a duet?" she laughed, hoping to lighten the mood, but completely sincere. She hoped that she didn't come across as uncaring, as she was more than willing to continue on the subject if Tifa wanted to, but the last thing she desired was to pry, or make her uncomfortable.

While Setzer understood the concept of a pool party perfectly well, there were some points he was somewhat less than willing to make compromises on. As a a result, he was quite possibly the only person to show to the party fully dressed. As far as he was concerned it simply made him easier to spot in the crowd.

"Enjoying the sights?"

Turning a bit, Tifa wasn't a stranger to having random people come up and chat her up... but it didn't make her feel very comfortable having the attention, regardless. Giving him a cordial smile, she greeted him. "Indeed; this is a beautiful city, I must say." She responded. Standing up and handing out her hand, she smiled. "My name is Tifa Lockhart, sir." He had scars across his face... was he involved in some war or experiment?

Sir? As far as Setzer was concerned he wasn't the sort of man who really deserved that sort of thing. Save that for Setzer, and possibly Edgar. For a simple wanderer and a gambler it was a little much.

"Setzer Gabbiani," he answered, taking the offered hand. "Although there's no need for the 'sir'."

"First names work for me as well." Tifa responded, shaking his hand. "I'm a new arrival here in Paixao, though everybody I've met is very friendly so far. The darkness and the Heartless took me by surprise, but a woman named Terra was kind enough to help me out." She introduced herself. "I originally come from a world called Gaia."

Now there was something interesting. He'd almost thought all the others from his world had vanished once again, leaving him alone with no one save Kefka for 'company'. Apparently his luck hadn't gotten quite that bad yet.

"This Terra... she wouldn't happen to have green hair, would she?"

Best to check the details of the deal, after all.

[ooc: I'm assuming she was blonde from her icons, but in any case let whatever Setzer thinks of it be that they're talking about the same person.]

"Yes, and she could also use magic without the aid of materia." Tifa nodded. "Is she a friend of yours, Setzer?" Perhaps they were from the same world, in which case Tifa would have been more than happy to try and reunite them.

That certainly sounded like the Terra he knew. At least he wasn't as alone as he'd thought, for however much longer.

"She is," he answered with a smile and a nod. "I'd thought she'd left, to be honest."

Tifa nodded. "I see... if I see her again, I'll be sure to let her know that one of her friends is looking for her." She responded. It made her a bit jealous, really, since she didn't know that any of her friends made it here.

Well, there was something hadn't expected to hear. A nice gesture but he hardly wanted to inconvenience Tifa. Not when he'd only just met her.

"There's no need to go out of your way," he answered with a polite smile. "I'm sure our paths will cross again before the hand's over."

With luck, before Kefka found her.

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