Lady's Night Out! Or in, technically.

[necromanswers]

♥ Who: Lup, Honerva, Pyra, and Era
♥ Where: A... new business!?
♥ When: Tail end of the winter holidays
♥ What: Lady sleepover party, time for drink and gossip
♥ Rating: probably at least PG


In the heart of the entertainment district, closest to where the majority of residents live, a new building has opened up- in theory, that is. There is a sign across that door that reads "opening soon", and the curtains are drawn across the window to hide its contents, but those passing by might catch a glimpse of things here and there. A stack of cups on a table, a spread of colourful fabric, a cat perched in the window, staring back. Hints of what's to come. Today, beneath the existing sign, hangs an extra: "closed for private party".

Attendees of said party will find the interior still very much a work-in-progress, but it has the signs of obvious progress. The business is set up as a cafe, the walls painted warm shades of browns and pinks, cat toys piled in the corner, synthetic trees and shelving along the walls for climbing and exploring. The central area is peppered with blankets and pillows all gathered in a pile, and beneath them a series of connected sofa cushions forming the "mattress". One table is set up as a work station of sorts, with paints and various construction supplies laid out, though for tonight it's mostly abandoned.

Another table is decorated with snacks and dishes, mostly finger food and sweets for easy eating; it all smells delightful, with varying recipes to indicate that the chef has been experimenting on which to choose. Many of them are decorated with animal motifs: cut-out cookies in mammal shapes, tarts with icing whiskers, cat-eared quiche. The coffee drinks too will have simple shapes drawn into the foam when ordered. The alcoholic drinks will probably not, but they're smooth and cold and are made for fun more than aesthetic, anyway. A variation of old-school or modern pop style music plays quietly from wall-mounted speakers, loud enough to be heard but not overwhelm. Two cats wander about the premises, introduced to the party-goers for those not in the know as Ditto and Kova. They're friendly, but be gentle!

Before things get going, Lup lays down a few ground rules:
1) respect the animals, and do not feed them!
2) respect the other people here and definitely feed them
3) if you make a mess tell her, that's what magic is for
4) have a good time, yes this is a rule
5) profit? maybe? you get paid for cuddles here, get drunk and go nuts

Let's go, girls! Time for some R&R fun.

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[shroudedsecrets]

[ Lup gets away with the draping because she is Lup. Of course, Kova is already sitting there, but the cat knows to adjust, as Honerva must to accommodate her. Not unlike another time, really.

The query however, is something she waits for others to fend. After all, Lup knew that answer where she was concerned, hardly a need to confirm it. ]

combo breaking formatting bc i'm lazy and mobile

[astralera]

Esteem has taken it upon themself to occupy as much of Era's space as possible without going so far as to drape themself over her, not just in an attempt to safeguard her from any sudden infestations of Lup, but also because they wish to stay firmly by her side for their own selfish reasons.

Era, for her part, seems perfectly fine with this arrangement. She has her tail twined together with Esteem's, and the two appendages shift back and forth gently in absentminded synchronicity as she listens, munching away at whatever snacks she piled high on her plate. The presence of her Darkside does much to ease whatever nervousness she felt about a girl's night (especially after Hades refused to offer her any information on proper protocol for such events).

It is Esteem that speaks up, as identical to Era in voice as they are to her in form, however the tone is notably different; harsher, all jagged edges tucked behind a posh accent. Their words are dry, yet there is no hiding the undercurrent of amusement running through them:

"What an astute observation."

[iustaegis]

[ Seeing as there is already one on Honerva's lap, Pyra will be content to simply rest her head against Honerva's shoulder instead. What wonderful, amazing company she is in. Honerva, with her calming, intelligent presence, graciously allowing both her and another to rest with her; Lup for her welcoming, fun personality, proving all of this for them; and Era with her beautiful light. This is to say nothing of all the extra company they have, from fae to familiars to-- whoever Era's double is. Everything seems so magical, and it's hard not to bask in their collective presence.

Naturally Pyra is amazed at them, and having had some of the alcohol provided by Lup already, her eyes are sparkling with an ever-present gratefulness. Should she even be among them at all?

Pyra neither confirms nor denies that she is human ^{even tho she's obviously not}, and only awaits for Lup to continue. ]

[necromanswers]

[Lup sticks her tongue out at Esteem and gives Pyra a gentle side-eye at the non-answer, then forged on ahead.]

Mmkay, then here's the gripe of the day: who the hell decided that human was the norm of the universe? Or whatever planet "Earth" is? Not just the animals and the food and the calendar style- even the natives here get extra pokey about it sometimes, all "oooh, miss, please tell us about your kind~". And then they don't even put that info to good use!

[She flings her hands up in the hair, tipsy and exasperated.]

Do you know how hard it is to get a decent winter hat for these ears? Might as well put a pair of socks up there.

[astralera]

"...They are quite hardy, and are quick to adapt to new environments. It's why they spread to all continents in my home," Era offers, frowning at her hands. "But... There so many humans from the many 'Earths' who assume it is everyone else who is 'alien', even when in a world not their own."

Both her own and Esteem's tails tap gently against the floor in a steady, agitated staccato.

"No one makes clothing or furniture to account for tails. And I quickly grew tired of people suggesting I try things, despite my physiology being blatantly incompatible."

[iustaegis]

[ Still leaning upon Honerva, Pyra looks from Lup to Era as they chat... and she quietly sips on her drink before she responds, contributing very little. ]

Th...there are... many of them everywhere, mm. Humans, that is.

[shroudedsecrets]

Perhaps it is something in the nature of these other realities that bring others to them, to favor 'humans' as a species. Something that may make them more accessible.

[ She murmurs, idly working a hand into Lup's hair. Humans in general were an odd topic for her, so she was mostly intending to keep quiet, but... it was an curious thing. ]

Some seem to not be aware of the existence of other species, let alone have the ability to travel to other worlds within their own universe.

[necromanswers]

I mean, I get it. And I don't dislike them or anything. I fucking love humans. In like, multiple ways and positions. They're great, A+.

[Shame? The heck is shame? There's alcohol here and she's too old for that sort of feeling.]

But sometimes I wish they weren't so ding-dang self-centered...!

[iustaegis]

[ Oh her Father...She can't contribute to this conversation at all.

She places a hand upon her cheek, patient. ]

[astralera]

`Sounds more like you meant you love fucking humans,` Esteem quips, amused, as a faint blush colours Era's cheeks.

[necromanswers]

[Lup's only response to that is a fingergun in Esteem's direction - bingo - and a burst of giggly, half-drunk laughter. She does, oh she does.]

[iustaegis]

[ --Okay, now she can laugh as well, shifting against Honerva. How crass! And so unexpected for Era! It seems that this Esteem is far more outspoken. ]

[shroudedsecrets]

[ Honerva only waits patiently for the giggles to fade, expression only betraying the faintest of smirks. What an odd conversation to be caught up in. ]

... For a race that does not seem to recall even their own bodies, they still rely on the majority of what they encounter. There has to be a better way of... teaching them accommodation strategies.

[iustaegis]

[ Honerva brings up a good point. ]

....If they are attempting to rebuild their original forms, I wonder if they'll be making any changes. [ In her world, so many believe that sentient life had been created in their god's image. She wonders if that is the case here. ] Human-like or not.

[astralera]

«Someone saw fit to suggest a more accommodating method of clothes acquisition to a local tailor, so perhaps soon we'll see some improvement there.»

[ Esteem wears a wry, satisfied smirk, while Era shoots them a look equal parts betrayed and irritated. ]

[necromanswers]

[Lup snorts playfully, stretching her arms up above her head until her fingers find Kova and can weave through his fur, gently scritching at his neck.]

Gee, wonder who that could have been. Though that sounds to me like this party should have an encore later- in the form of a shopping trip.

[iustaegis]

[ A shopping trip...?

She doesn't need any clothes, however, and it would be a waste on her. Pyra takes another sip of her drink, smiling anyway as she merely enjoys the company of Honerva's shoulder. ] Mm, sound fun.

[shroudedsecrets]

It would be remiss to allow such a suggestion to not be pursued.

[ She knows if Lup is involved, she's going along anyway. It's still more unusual to have the additional company, but at least sitting like this was not causing any discomfort. ]

[astralera]

I've the height of Hyuran child, the figure of a woman, a tail, and horns too wide for standard necklines. I was just... tired of not being able to have anything pretty unless I made it for myself.

[ She flushes at the admittance, feeling silly for having been so frustrated over something so unimportant in the scheme of things. Esteem leans their weight against her shoulder in a gentle, reassuring shove. ]

«No one can fault you for that. And if they do, they're only worth their weight in steaming hot shite.»

[iustaegis]

[ Once more she lifts her head to look at Esteem.

Well put, other Era! She thinks this, but does not contribute more than a pleased smile and a nod. Era should indeed have all the nice things. Everyone here should. ]

[necromanswers]

No shame in wanting to look pretty. Though this bunch doesn't need much help in that department.

[This gathering of aesthetics is quite nice, here, and she doesn't have to be drunk to recognize that.

And hey. Hey, that silence? Is not! Unnoticed! And after a moment's consideration, Lup scoots herself backwards, lifting Kova up out of the way to deposit him in her lap with Ditto. As she moves she ends up draped across Honerva, and drops her head on Pyra's leg, peering upside down at her, her long ears tilted curiously.]

Pyyyyyyyra. Pyra. My girl, my very rad fire girl. What's on your wish list for this place?

[shroudedsecrets]

[ Honerva adjusts for accommodating the switch from Kova to Lup by gently shifting the cushions around her legs for more support. ]

... Be mindful that if your answer has to do with finding new information or our reason for being here, that is not quite what she is looking for.

[iustaegis]

[ At Lup's movement, she reaches down to rest a hand upon the woman's fiery orange-highlighted hair. ]

I... wish for those here to be safe and... happy. [ Especially after the awfulness of December. She shifts slightly. ] Including for all of you three.

[ Her answer is boring, plz move on. ]

[astralera]

[ Esteem rolls their eyes, having heard that sentiment more than enough already. ]

«You are allowed to wish for more. There is no limit on wishes — you can make as many as you want, and none will lessen the others.»

[necromanswers]

Booooo, you're fired. We need to get you some new, selfish life goals.

[She finger-guns in Esteem's direction; nailed it.]