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Party Thread (because I'm so clever with names)

Who: Eeeeverybody!
What: Party time has finally arrived! Time for everyone to relax a little after all the recent craziness.
Where: Tifa's Bar
When: Friday, Aug. 7
Notes: Open log, thread however. Try not to break the bar.

Everything was ready to go. Seventh Heaven was sparkling clean for the occasion, tables and chairs spaced out nicely across the room. A table against the wall was loaded with a wide variety of food and drinks, both homemade and storebought, and another table held a stack of games in case anyone was in the mood. It was a pretty simple set-up, but everyone who had helped seemed to think that it was just right.

Jenn was nervous, and excited. Finally, she was going to meet all of the people she'd been talking to on the network this past month! She'd been eagerly waiting for this party ever since they'd started set-up (and the chocolate-chip cookies over on the snack table were Jenn Specialty). Now they just needed to arrive. Being the self-designated greeter, Jenn took up a position by the door and waited to point people to the snacks. She made a valiant effort not to look like an overexited geek.

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Fox wasn't really a party person. She was, however, the type to go where there was free food available. As a result, she tolerated parties, but didn't normally mingle.

In this case, though, she was looking for Roxas so she could tease him about his pet's tendency to make him look a fool.

Aerith, having helped plan this party, was already on her way over. Of course, she didn't want any of her friends to miss out. She knew Tifa would take care of Cloud, and the others would show up on their own, but there was one person who needed a little convincing. He probably remembered the last party they'd had with the refugees, she thought as she pouted at him, hands on her hips.

"Leon," she said softly, "it's been a while since we've seen most of them. They've been out trying to figure out what's wrong again. We worked hard to get this together; they needed something to help them relax. And so do you. Some of them are your friends, too, right?" She walked over to him, and took his hand in hers. "Come on, Leon, just for tonight. It won't be like the last one, I promise." Gently, she started to pull him in the direction of the bar, hoping he'd go with her willingly.

Aria didn't particularly like parties. Yet, here she was lurking around with a camera ready but out of sight in case of photo opportunities.

Being the one who was doing the actual hosting, Tifa had already been at the site. Taking care of a few little last second things, she smiled proudly at the bar. It wasn't too overly done but nice enough to be cozy. She had even made a few of the snack foods; stuff all her usuals seemed to love. Now. Time to deal with a certain anti-social blond hiding in the storage room...

"I hope you aren't planning on hiding back here forever." She said offhandedly, leaning against the door frame. "They're going to expect you to show up sooner or later."

Roxas was not a party person. He was not overly sociable either. However, he was a teenage boy with s decided lack of funds and the typical teenage boy appetite, so really, he was there for the food... or so he told himself. The truth was that Sora and the others had dragged him along, very much against his will.

The fact of the matter was that dealing with the Refugees more than he needed to right now didn't seem to be a good idea. Only a few of them had ever really been civil with him, never mind nice. After suggesting that they might not be able to save Josiah... well...

Either way, it lead to him skulking around near the food stuff, staying as far out of sight as he could while enjoying the food.

A figure wandered into the bar, which now seemed to be a party place. Timing was everything and all. So naturally he had to show up right when something or other was going on. Oh well, that was how things worked out, wasn't it?

His hair was hidden by a rather dashing hat, his eyes hidden by a pair of purple goggles, and his face obscured by the collar of his vest. However given the silk jacket UNDER the vest, the belt of ammo, and, well, goggles. Not really hard to guess who was under all that.

He took a seat near the door at a table, and pulled out a bottle of root beer from his back pack. He smiled as he got ready to watch the show of this party. He was hoping that even if this was a relaxed shindig it wouldn't be without some fireworks to amuse him.

Ren, like a surprisingly large number of the partygoers, wasn't too sure what she was doing there, either. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and the effects of that were starting to catch up to her. Add in Ren's natural tendency toward the melancholic when a bad mood struck her, and that led to her quietly sitting off to the side, nursing a glass of water all by her lonesome.

Part of her was hoping that someone would come and drag her out of her moping soon, while another part (that sounded suspiciously like her mother) reminded her that she'd have a much better chance of having fun if she made the effort to be social, herself. And yet another part of her wanted to stay there and brood all night. (Maybe if she went ahead and had an actual drink, she could get at least one of the "voices" to shut up, she mused wryly as she looked into her glass.)

Yay, a party. Boo, a party. Amy was asking herself yet again why she'd changed her mind and decided they should go to this thing, and the answer was still the same.

"Being social is not an answer." Jalen complained as she tugged him through the door and over to an empty table. She hadn't been the only one questioning her decisions. "You don't like being social unless you're comfortable with everyone. I don't like being social even when I'm comfortable with the company. Why are we really here?"

"To be honest, I'm not really sure." Amy sat down, tugging on her shirt a little, trying to disguise the bump. It wasn't incredibly noticeable if she was wearing a baggy shirt, which she was, but her shyness was kicking in again. It was kind of stupid, she knew, since the whole community knew she was pregnant. Old habits die hard. She thought, glancing up at Jalen. He'd taken a seat across from her, but was watching everyone else.

"I can get you something if you want. No cookies though," He amended as he looked back at her. "You eat enough of them at home."

"Do not," Amy countered, then grinned. "Hey look, Aria brought Pancake. Why don't I just call her over, and we can see if the bunny feels like cuddling you today?"

Jalen's eyes widened, and he stood abruptly. "I'll get you some cookies. At the other end of the table." He quickly disappeared before she could tease him further.

It was a party, of course Donald was gonna go. Especially considering he hadn't been keeping up with the Refugees as much as he liked, he had just been... distracted this year.

He hung over by the snack table, munching on a boneless buffalo chicken wing. Wondering if he should approach someone, or wait till someone approachd him.

In accordance to tradition, Rox arrived to the party very, very late. Naturally, everyone was already there - all she had to do was mingle. It looked like most everyone was having fun, so that was a good sign. On second glance, though, she saw a few droopy faces at the counter, as well as a guy in a hat wearing way to much purple. Probably Rak, finally coming out of hiding.

She wanted to go say hi to everyone, but first she had stuff to drop off - three cheesecakes for the food table. She went over to arrange them, removing the plastic wrap and looking for a place to throw it away. She noticed there were a few other people at the food table, including Roxas, but most of them didn't really look like they wanted to talk. She figured that, unless they wanted to talk, she'd leave them be.

As the party progressed below, a small, single-pilot Gummiship drifted slowly down towards Radiant Gardens, trailing a narrow stream of smoke. Inside, Zero smiled as the world's surface approached. This was a bit later than he'd expected to return to the familiar worlds of months ago, but...certain things couldn't be avoided.

As the Gummiship neared a clear landing site, a burst of flame suddenly spurted out of one of the engines, sending the craft into a sideways roll. Zero grabbed the controls and pulled left hard. A few seconds later, the Gummiship touched down at an awkward angle right next to the Seventh Heaven bar, wobbled for a moment, and then crashed over on its side, sending a few Gummi blocks flying. A frustrated Zero popped out of a side hatch. "Damn it...this'll take at least a week to fix..."

Sora had gravitated to the snack table almost as soon as he had arrived. He was a teenage boy after all, and had the appetite of a black hole. He had eyed the different snacks with a certain look in his eyes for a good five minutes, finally shrugged, and just started loading up his plate with one (or four) of everything.

Ari wandered the premise of the bar, not quite wanting to do the socializing just yet. She was content just nursing one of Tifa's newest concoctions and watching the party go on without her.

A look flashed across her face, hidden by her hand before she leaned back in her chair, sighing.

Tifa finished putting the finishing touches on her newest menu, still rather amused by it. The ice machine was happily chugging away in the back room nearly ready to be used, the syrups and proper alcohol nearby to make the treats close by.

"Hey." She yelled, hoping to get everyone's attention. "I'm trying something new tonight." Her hand lifted up the neatly written menu, and waved it a bit. "I'm making a certain type of shaved ices if you wanna try them."

(ooc note: the type of shaved ice Tifa is talking about is from here (http://asylums.insanejournal.com/and_cupcakes/7065.html#cutid1). Have fun choosing~. Also, if you don't understand it well, just pick one that has flavors you like. No FF knowledge needed C:)

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LATER THAT NIGHT