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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 thing is, they didn't actually exchange names the first time they met. And since then they've only spoken over Retrospec... And now that Cumore's eyes, hair color, and hair style are completely different, plus of course his outfit, Jamie cannot recognize him as the same person he met all those weeks ago. That is, he did initially think "the person tossing that apple" and "this person on Retrospec" were most likely the same guy, since his profile picture at the time matched up. But then the picture changed, and of course he understands that apparently that kind of thing is just going to be happening now, but his tentative conviction that IRL Dude and Internet Dude were one and the same vanished, along with (of course) his confidence that anything he sees, remembers, or believes has any meaningful connection with reality. So obviously he's not gonna mention anything about it, because it seems more likely than not that he's wrong. (But he's also not going to say anything like "It's nice to meet you in person," in case he's not.) ]
You have a lovely home! That's a really nice suit, too. ...I hope that wasn't weird to say. [ Honestly, what is the socially appropriate way for a broke undergrad to interact with a wealthy attorney he met on some kind of cursed social network?? He feels like his grandmother would actually have an answer to that, but of course, it's been weeks since he's been able to get through to anyone in his family at all. So. ]
...This is for Koko! [ From the gift bag, he withdraws a celebratory beverage formulated with sophisticated palates like hers in mind. ]
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...Honestly it's not like he's going to care for terribly long, especially given that the kitty champagne is the most charming thing he's ever fucking seen, oh my god.]
Ah, it's not weird at all, don't concern yourself with that - and I'm certain that she'll enjoy it, I'll be sure to give her your regards if she doesn't see fit to grace us with her presence.
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I hope so! I'm looking forward to meeting her, but I thought I'd... uh. Mingle? First. [ He's pretty sure Minato went straight for the cat room, after all. And while Jamie treasures and respects Minato as a roommate and person with many fine qualities, he does think it might look a bit uncouth if both representatives of Birch Hills #7A kicked off their party experience by evading and ignoring all the human attendees. ]
It must've taken a lot of work and planning to put all this together. Will you be able to just relax for the rest of the evening, or is there still more to do?
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I doubt there's much that's going to require my exclusive attention, at any rate. So things should be easy enough from here.
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Were a lot of your friends able to make it?
Like... the police detectives?
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...Several of them, yes, though I wouldn't say that we're particularly close.
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...I get on well enough with someone in the CSI department, I suppose? [...is he friends with derek, he's still not entirely sure, how...do normal human relationships] But I generally prefer to keep my professional and private lives separate to at least some degree.
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Did you grow up here in the city?
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I did, yes. I've lived here most of my life, the exceptions being university and law school - I attended those elsewhere, I've only just returned about a year and a half ago.
And yourself...?
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[I mean. One can dream.]
Southern California, though - might I ask where? I've never been, personally, but I admit that I'm curious.
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I haven't really started thinking yet about whether I want to move back there after I graduate. Though I'm hoping to go to med school here, too, so I still have time to figure that out. I mean... assuming it's even possible to move... or that the rest of the world is... actually still there, or whatever. Ahahaha.
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[Ahahaha. Haha. Ha. Um.]
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[ Ahhhh nope this is not a great time or place to relapse into existential crisis. GET IT TOGETHER, DOH!! ]
Anyway, wow!! It's going to be another year! That's so great, right?
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...Well, either way, it'll be 2018!
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I guess that's not too different for you, either. You're dealing with people's futures all the time.
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[...He's not terribly lenient on the accused, um.]
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Otherwise, it's a matter of what was done and the intent behind it; more or less what one would expect, really. Accidental death warrants more leniency than deliberate negligence, that sort of thing.
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...Actually, are you allowed to talk about that? I don't know if there's, like, a confidentiality agreement... or something.
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There is, unfortunately.
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[ ...........Suddenly he can't think of anything to talk about that isn't crime. ]
Are you... exempt from jury duty?
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