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[OPEN] Live life fully; all things will change, and the promise remains
WHO: Alexander Cumore and whomever decides to join him (presumably you!) – he did issue an open invitation here, so feel free to handwave seeing the thing, why not.
WHERE: Cumore's estate in Veia Village
WHEN: New Year's Eve, 7:00 PM and onward until...whenever the hell, honestly.
WHAT: General partying/mingling; knock yourselves out. As far as Cumore is concerned, it's less a New Year's Eve party and more a Thank God 2017 Is Over party, but really, who's counting?
WARNINGS: We've got an open bar happening in here, but other than that n/a.
I. So, this place is huge.
The estate itself has a good amount of property that comes with it, and an acceptable view of said property from the inside – there's an abundance of windows, large and designed to let in as much natural light as possible in order to open up the space. The grounds are covered in snow, just for the season; there would normally be gardens out there, but, well. Winter. However, should you get tired of the indoors, it's secluded enough out there; mind the...bats, those are apparently going to be around until midnight tonight, but who knows, maybe they'll encourage you to get your New Year's kiss a bit early tonight.
The inside has a rather open first floor, and that's where most of the party is going to be; the dining room is an incredibly formal one, complete with table that's entirely too long for one person and the entire thing giving off the sort of air that it's primarily used for entertaining rather than everyday use. This is where the actual food is, and there is plenty of it, though most of it seems fairly easy – you're not going to have a full meal here, basically, but things have been catered and catered well as far as desserts, light things, and the like go. If you want it and it's generally party-friendly, it's presumably here.
Of course, if you're not here for the view or the food...
II. ...Well, Cumore did promise an open bar, and lord knows he seems to have delivered.
There's a large sitting room to be found near the front of the place, and that is where the alcohol is located; the room itself is less open than the others, to give at least some sense of privacy and make the setting a little more intimate and a little less chaotic than the rest of the place. The bar area itself is set up on the far side of the room, against the wall, and it's well-stocked with what comes down to the finest alcohol money can buy; Cumore is no stranger to throwing money at things until something sticks, and this doesn't seem to have been much of an exception. Sure, no one can taste it, but that's no excuse to not go all-out anyway; as such, don't be surprised if some of this costs at least half as much as this month's rent.
So you've got a good amount of space to drink and talk; just enjoy yourselves, or at the very least drown out the remainder of the old year while ringing in the new.
A note on exactly how "open" this open bar is: Cumore isn't going to be overseeing the thing, as he can think of a myriad things to do with his time and none of them are "babysitting people" – that said, the invitation did specify that all guests are to be over 18, and if you're old enough to serve your country, surely you're old enough to drink in a private residence while surrounded by other adults. Generally, what Cumore doesn't know won't hurt you, so as long as you behave, he won't throw you out; just act like civilized people and all will be fine.
III. Further back is where the music is.
The sound system in here is good, piping into a large open space that was likely something else at one point, but has since been converted into a ballroom of sorts; the floors are glossy and the ceiling is high, and it's something of an impressively pointless use of space that Cumore seems to enjoy anyway. The place is clearly set up for dancing, and the music is set by way of a device such that it can be changed easily enough depending on what you want; the selection is an acceptable one, we've got everything from classical to...decidedly not-classical, though that end of the spectrum is trending toward more modern things that probably won't offend anybody's sensibilities unless they're truly the most delicate. Feel free to grab a partner, or don't; show off in some way out on the floor, or just demonstrate why you shouldn't dance but dammit, you're going to anyway because someone's gotta. Enjoy yourselves, that's what it's here for.
IV. ...And since, let's be honest, this is what some people are here for:
There's a room slightly off the foyer with the door somewhat ajar; there's a smaller area that's closer to a personal library than anything; it's also got the large windows overlooking the front and large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the other walls. And on the window seat is this...really unreasonably large grey cat. Like, we're talking what you get if you cross a Maine coon with a Norwegian forest cat, it is both truly absurd amounts of fluff and truly absurd amounts of cat.
Koko is a dignified lady who absolutely loves being petted and spoiled. Just don't torment her, as he set forth in the rules; of course, this is also somewhere you can go if you just...don't feel up to dealing with people for a little while, for whatever reason.
V. This is an open mingle, so feel free to make up your own prompts and do what you want! Just adhere to the rules set forth in the invitation and everything will be grand.
Also, just as something that's being set out there – should you drink entirely too much and he's made aware of it, you will be encouraged to stay/not drive until morning. He is taking no shit and offering...some sort of quarter, though he'll be irritable about it he's got couches as far as the eye can see. Sleep it off.
Otherwise, this is an open log for you guys to do what you want with; Happy New Year, everyone.
WHERE: Cumore's estate in Veia Village
WHEN: New Year's Eve, 7:00 PM and onward until...whenever the hell, honestly.
WHAT: General partying/mingling; knock yourselves out. As far as Cumore is concerned, it's less a New Year's Eve party and more a Thank God 2017 Is Over party, but really, who's counting?
WARNINGS: We've got an open bar happening in here, but other than that n/a.
I. So, this place is huge.
The estate itself has a good amount of property that comes with it, and an acceptable view of said property from the inside – there's an abundance of windows, large and designed to let in as much natural light as possible in order to open up the space. The grounds are covered in snow, just for the season; there would normally be gardens out there, but, well. Winter. However, should you get tired of the indoors, it's secluded enough out there; mind the...bats, those are apparently going to be around until midnight tonight, but who knows, maybe they'll encourage you to get your New Year's kiss a bit early tonight.
The inside has a rather open first floor, and that's where most of the party is going to be; the dining room is an incredibly formal one, complete with table that's entirely too long for one person and the entire thing giving off the sort of air that it's primarily used for entertaining rather than everyday use. This is where the actual food is, and there is plenty of it, though most of it seems fairly easy – you're not going to have a full meal here, basically, but things have been catered and catered well as far as desserts, light things, and the like go. If you want it and it's generally party-friendly, it's presumably here.
Of course, if you're not here for the view or the food...
II. ...Well, Cumore did promise an open bar, and lord knows he seems to have delivered.
There's a large sitting room to be found near the front of the place, and that is where the alcohol is located; the room itself is less open than the others, to give at least some sense of privacy and make the setting a little more intimate and a little less chaotic than the rest of the place. The bar area itself is set up on the far side of the room, against the wall, and it's well-stocked with what comes down to the finest alcohol money can buy; Cumore is no stranger to throwing money at things until something sticks, and this doesn't seem to have been much of an exception. Sure, no one can taste it, but that's no excuse to not go all-out anyway; as such, don't be surprised if some of this costs at least half as much as this month's rent.
So you've got a good amount of space to drink and talk; just enjoy yourselves, or at the very least drown out the remainder of the old year while ringing in the new.
A note on exactly how "open" this open bar is: Cumore isn't going to be overseeing the thing, as he can think of a myriad things to do with his time and none of them are "babysitting people" – that said, the invitation did specify that all guests are to be over 18, and if you're old enough to serve your country, surely you're old enough to drink in a private residence while surrounded by other adults. Generally, what Cumore doesn't know won't hurt you, so as long as you behave, he won't throw you out; just act like civilized people and all will be fine.
III. Further back is where the music is.
The sound system in here is good, piping into a large open space that was likely something else at one point, but has since been converted into a ballroom of sorts; the floors are glossy and the ceiling is high, and it's something of an impressively pointless use of space that Cumore seems to enjoy anyway. The place is clearly set up for dancing, and the music is set by way of a device such that it can be changed easily enough depending on what you want; the selection is an acceptable one, we've got everything from classical to...decidedly not-classical, though that end of the spectrum is trending toward more modern things that probably won't offend anybody's sensibilities unless they're truly the most delicate. Feel free to grab a partner, or don't; show off in some way out on the floor, or just demonstrate why you shouldn't dance but dammit, you're going to anyway because someone's gotta. Enjoy yourselves, that's what it's here for.
IV. ...And since, let's be honest, this is what some people are here for:
There's a room slightly off the foyer with the door somewhat ajar; there's a smaller area that's closer to a personal library than anything; it's also got the large windows overlooking the front and large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the other walls. And on the window seat is this...really unreasonably large grey cat. Like, we're talking what you get if you cross a Maine coon with a Norwegian forest cat, it is both truly absurd amounts of fluff and truly absurd amounts of cat.
Koko is a dignified lady who absolutely loves being petted and spoiled. Just don't torment her, as he set forth in the rules; of course, this is also somewhere you can go if you just...don't feel up to dealing with people for a little while, for whatever reason.
V. This is an open mingle, so feel free to make up your own prompts and do what you want! Just adhere to the rules set forth in the invitation and everything will be grand.
Also, just as something that's being set out there – should you drink entirely too much and he's made aware of it, you will be encouraged to stay/not drive until morning. He is taking no shit and offering...some sort of quarter, though he'll be irritable about it he's got couches as far as the eye can see. Sleep it off.
Otherwise, this is an open log for you guys to do what you want with; Happy New Year, everyone.
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[The dancing is nice! You're a good partner and he's thoroughly enjoying himself, so this is good!]
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A few things, here and there. At least it can't be said that most people here lived boring lives, wherever they came from.
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[He's not pressing, at least; he knows better than to think he'll get details. But he still hasn't really gotten anything relevant or worthwhile, either.]
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I'm sure you'll get something interesting back at some point.
[He lifts his shoulders lightly in a shrug like it doesn't really matter even though it definitely does. He's not going to get answers by pressing Cumore though, so he doesn't.]
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[His voice is remaining as calm as possible; cordial, even. But he doesn't like being fucked with, and it's likely obvious from his wording alone.]
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[Oh yes, he can absolutely tell. So he'll tell the truth for once. He's not particularly interested in starting a fight today.]
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So it's either something to look forward to, or just more verification of why wishing an interesting life on someone isn't a blessing or a compliment. Good to know.
[...you can practically hear the stupid heart that would be on the end of that sentence if this were over text.]
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So what made you decide to extend an open invitation?
[Were you really just that bored and/or lonely...?]
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The holiday isn't enough of a reason...? I tend to dislike this entire godforsaken season; I don't see why I should have to spend it bored out of my mind as well as annoyed.
[...he's so fucking lonely shut the fuck up]
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[It's absolutely because you're lonely, got it.]
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[ohhhh my god he and his cat are fine thank you very much]
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[uh huh. suuuuuure, cumore.]
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I wouldn't say that, no.
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Oh really? You're just that bored, then...?
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[Don't worry, he's not going to tease you for too long. He'll let it drop then.]
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[Good? Because you're terrible and we're at close proximity and he can't just kind of flounce given that latter part.]
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Well.
All right, then, if you want to calm him down just stroke his ego, apparently, goddamn. It's probably a little ridiculous, how easily that settles him, but you know what here he is. Settling.]
Oh, no, it's my pleasure - you're rather good at yourself, of course.
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[You know, except for the one guy he actually wants to dance with. Thanks, asshole.]
It's not often I get to enjoy myself quite like this, so it's appreciated!
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[he's seen you from time to time tonight. you know. trying it.]
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[just give in and let him dance with you, dammit!!]
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His loss, I suppose. At least you're managing to enjoy yourself despite it.
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