margarita mixer mingle mlog

[itselbitch]

characters: eliot waugh, and YOU
location: the invincible, bar area
date/time: sept 26, what constitutes eliot's evening, but whatever time it would be for everyone else
content: eliot has way too much tequila and wants to share some of his delicious extra añejo gold with all of you. with a little friendly negotiation, he's taken over the bar and is mixing up drinks for anyone who shows up. kid friendly options available. also there is homemade chips, queso, salsa, and even pan de muertos because eliot's an overachiever. buen provecho!

also there's probably going to be a lime shortage after this until the next ship arrives.
warnings: alcohol, probably some language




Wait, is this a. Party? At The Invincible? Who? What? Why?

Unfortunately, there is no announcement. There aren't even any invitations. It all seems to get set up in the span of minutes, and now there's clearly some sort of fiesta going on. That's all to plan though. See, as an experienced party thrower, Eliot knows no one's actually invited to a good party. The right people just show up, and the rest is history.

So come on over! Have a seat! The smell of fresh food and lime beckons!


THE BAR

Eliot's stationed behind the bar counter, waiting to mix on order whatever you request. Obviously the special today is margaritas, and he's highly recommending it, especially since he's using the good stuff that Beacon seems to have no idea exists, but if you really want to order something else, he'll comply. You filthy heathen.

There are also spirits helping him serve up drinks, but even though he taught them how to make a proper marg, it seems like they're not at all as good at mixing as Eliot is.

Along the bar are various, colorful bowls filled with homemade chips that Eliot whipped up earlier in the day. The bowls are even charmed to keep the chips toasty for so that you don't have to worry about a sad, cold chip! Dipping options include a few varieties of salsa, a refreshing guacamole blend, and a hearty queso.

SEATING AREA

The entire area is decorated in colorful streamers and paper crafts, reminscent of a Mexican festival. Some of the tables have paper-craft skulls colored to look like sugar skulls and there are even a few delicious loaves of pan de muertos waiting to be devoured. "But Eliot! It's not October yet!" No, it's not, but his margarita party is now! Enjoy it anyway!

Of course there are also tables here with chips and your choices of dip. Have at it! He can't possibly eat all these as leftovers, and Quentin doesn't need even more snacks in his diet.

There are some coloring sheets left out on a couple tables too, with markers and crayons available if anyone wants to color any. Eliot thought about using paper cutouts of sugar skulls as decorations before he figured out his paper-craft. While he decided against them, coloring them in might be entertaining for someone else.

Would you also like to make your own paper-craft skull? Well, then lucky you! There are also stencils traced onto paper and (safety) scissors for you to cut them out with. You'll find that they have a tab that slots into a slit to keep it all together without any tape. How fancy is that?

(( this is a mingle log! feel free to make you own top-levels and tag around! eliot is available at the bar for chatting and orders. ))

Comments

[evulsed]

[ He has a single, sharp moment of validation, in the space where Riku's gaze cuts away and his expression goes tight in the corners of his eyes and the corner of his mouth. Vanitas' own gaze narrows, hostile in his vindication, in the scent and feel of that little sting peeling off Riku around his shield, weakened by the drained margarita glass sitting on the counter.

But then Riku recovers, quick as if he's fighting, and pushes forward into Vanitas' space, and the tables turn. It's Vanitas' turn to betray the sting in the flicker of his eyes, in the way his mouth starts to curl into a sneer.

It would be no secret that Riku would know. No matter Vanitas has never spoken on it, Sora could feel him the same and Sora was this boy's best friend. He was open with his feelings, wore his heart on his sleeve, this wouldn't be something he would hide. And worse— Riku doesn't know the depth to which he's speaking. Vanitas, without a source of Light, is nothing but a black hole. If he doesn't turn that empty, hungry void outward, then he'll eat himself alive. In some ways, he's already doing it.

But Riku presents a challenge and Vanitas leans into it. Not just figuratively— but literally. His neck cranes and he narrows the distance between them further, holding eye contact with Riku unflinchingly. This close, when Riku speaks, Vanitas can smell the citrus and sugar on his breath. ]

We don't all need to survive.

[ Vanitas' voice has gone insidious for it's low pitch, barely more than a murmur; for the intensity in it layered through not only with his own greed, but speaking to the wealth of the emptiness in his heart. It's not really on purpose, the way he betrays that there's more going on under the surface than it appears.

Vanitas pulls back, maybe just half an inch, conceding the space, and in doing so agreeing to take part in this little experiment. ]

You owe me for this. I won't forget.

cw: suicidal ideation

[equinoctials]

[ We don't all need to survive.

On its surface, it could appear to be a callous disregard for the lives of all those who take shelter in Beacon. That they have the right to pick and choose who survives, like Robin's dreadful, lonely duty as the Lighthouse Keeper. It reminds him of what Bruce said, when he was inquiring about this experiment in the first place.

There's a deeper meaning, perhaps, and Riku doesn't think he would have picked up on it at all if he couldn't recognize the scent of the Darkness that pervades, that rolls off of Vanitas like he's perpetually burning with fever.

He's reminded of those days he struggled and wandered through the dark, hounded by how near the choice nipped at his heels: a despair so deep he could give up under its weight. What kept him going was the need to see his friends, to see Sora and Kairi one last time.

And what does Vanitas have? A few sparse moments of vicious glee amidst the grief he assumes Vanitas experiences?

He wonders.
If it's as bad as he thinks.
If he's not just reading what he hopes is there, some potential glimmer in all that darkness.
If Vanitas is talking about himself when he says they don't all need to make it through.
If Riku is trying in vain to relate because he's-

He slides off the bar stool and turns away. ]

When you're done here, let's go.