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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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Can I ask what you do for a living?
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One of my coworker's aiming to be a lawyer. Do you know Apollo?
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Unfortunately, I don't believe we've met; I may have to remedy that someday, from the sound of it.
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[ Whether it's Minato himself, or their boss. But without that familiarity, he's a bit stuck on what to say; he'd come here to be with Koko so he didn't have to talk in the first place, after all. He's not really a party person, nor a people person, so instead, he turns his gaze to the walls. ]
...Are these all law books?
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[It's said easily enough; just kind of how things are. If he finds this awkward, he doesn't seem to be displaying it.]
Koko rather likes it in here; it's usually fairly quiet. You're welcome to keep her company for as long as you feel like.
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Came here with some friends to bring in the new year, so I'll probably meet back up with them.
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[Cat does not seem to mind this, for what it's worth, because this is comfortable? This is comfortable, she is going to stay here for as long as allowed, have fun getting up again ever, buddy.]
Don't worry, I'll leave you to it - do enjoy yourself, either way.
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Thanks. With Koko here, how could I not enjoy myself?
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[Aaand he will be taking his leave at that, then!]