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Amrit Nikesh (piece_o_dat) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-02-06 00:05:00

Current mood:	excited
Current music:	FOX NFL news
Entry tags:	aphrodite, ares, freyja, hermes, osiris, tlazolteotl

[Open] "Green Bay will feel Hammer time"
Who: Open!
What: Seventh Floor Superbowl Party
Where: Rick's apartment (706), Pia's apartment (708), Samuel's apartment (707), the hallway, and wherever else the party might leak to
When: February 6th 2011, 3 PM - 10 PM
Warnings:   Usual party warnings, anything can/might happen when you get a pile of god-possessed people drunk in the same place.

Notes: The noise from the party can probably be heard from the sixth and eighth floors. Game starts at 3:30 PM. Totally feel free to riff on the halftime show/commercials as you please.   I, Sage, actually am at work all day today (boo), but you can assume that Rick will greet your character during the party. I'll be around in the evening to post.

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Superbowl is more than a football game. To many, it is a celebration of the spirit of America itself, maybe moreso than the Fourth of July. Because today, more than any other, men and women live to celebrate their united right to get drunk with a group of friends and strangers and scream at the television.

And the black, yellow, white and green colored balloons and streamers, and tiny themed Nerf footballs lining the seventh floor hallway was the first indication that Superbowl mania had infected at least part of the building.

Rick's apartment looked like a fiesta waiting to happen, even on a normal day. The kitchen was painted a chili red normally seen on sports cars, with food and drinks piled buffet-style on the island and the counter bar, and plenty of team-colored cups and plates to go around. The living room itself was painted a bright golden yellow, and for this occasion, had banners of GREEN DAY PACKERS and PITTSBURGH STEELERS draped in the empty spaces between artwork. At least 15 people's worth of sofas, chairs, and oversized floor-pillows were arranged between the living room and kitchen combined. The wide-screen television in the corner of the living room possessed nearly an altar-like feel to it - today, even though Rick was the host, the TV was the central star.

The hallway even had a few card tables scattered through it, with bowls of popcorn and junk food to accompany the playing cards and poker chips. A radio sat out there as well, blaring off stats and scores so truly, nobody could miss a touchdown on that floor if they tried. Though perhaps one could duck into the other open rooms on the floor - one with exquisite food smells wafting out of it, and the other loud with the squeals of slain assassins.

Rick himself works through the rooms and crowds, greeting new arrivals, chatting, and porting food from Pia's room around. Between the black Steeler's jersey, yellow Nikes, and black and yellow greasesmarks under his eyes and his unsinkable grin, his own investment in the Superbowl is impossible to miss.

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Re: Room 703 to Stairwell [Lia]

arkhospheleteon
2011-03-05 12:57 pm UTC (link)

The sudden inquiry surprised Philip, that strange and bewildering expression of concern that appeared painted over her elegantly carved features and communicated in the intensity of dark eyes that had the alluring capability to captivate the full breadth of his attention, at least briefly. His life had rarely been met with any consistent interest in his well-being, that it often caught him off-guard when it was given, but then this was perhaps one of the reasons why he had always like Lia so very much as even in his youth, he had been prone to attaching himself to any who showed him the barest glimmer of affection. His smile broadened.

"Say, Lia, you really haven't changed," Philip said, pleased by this discovery. "Makes me wish you had been around the past few years. You know, they haven't been the most pleasant." Considering the conclusion of his last adventure, this was in fact a true statement, and yet, Philip rarely dwelt in the past, negative experiences confined to dates and brief descriptions rather than saturated with emotional impact. He recalled them with only a distant numbness and superficial regret that seldom took hold to bleed into his present state of mind. But that hardly meant they could not be used to his advantage when something might be gained from it. His voice had dropped at the end of his last statement to a believably troubled tone, and over a set of cautiously observant eyes, his brow furrowed. "I wish I had enough time to stop by your place for a sandwich, but maybe you could just let me take a few more of these instead." He made a vague gesture to her tray, and with the same hesitant note in his voice as though he were reluctant to continue, he added. "And maybe sometime later this week, you could treat me to dinner?"

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Re: Room 703 to Stairwell [Lia]

philommeides
2011-03-13 02:26 am UTC (link)

Lia nodded, watching him carefully. Philip had been a charmer, even when they were kids, but she didn't doubt that genuine need was behind his behavior at this point. Her concern for him was genuine - she had only fond memories of Philip, and had always been aware of her own good fortune when it came to having what she needed, and most of what she wanted, at that.

"Here," she told him, extending the tray as much as she could as she balanced it on one arm. "Take whatever you want, sweetheart. I'm sure there's more food than anybody knows what to do with, anyway." She gave him a little grin.

"Besides, I'm sure at a Superbowl party, the fruit and veggie platter is the last thing anybody's going to touch. There's peanut butter there," she nodded at the red plastic bowl that held it. "Just grab it and whatever else you want."

She wanted to talk to him further, to take him up to her apartment and ask him what was going on, if he needed more help than just some snacks and a dinner. More than once she'd dealt with bad luck and unfortunate mistakes in her own family, and being so far from home had made it hard for her to help as much as she would have liked. Having Philip here was something like home coming to her - and she couldn't help but want to reach out to him. It wasn't that she didn't realize when someone was trying to get over her - there was no shortage of smooth talkers in her family. But it didn't change the affection or concern she felt for them, and the same feeling extended to Philip, both for the sake of the friendship they'd had and the surrogacy for her family he was unwittingly providing.

"And we can do dinner," she said. "Just let me know when's good."

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Re: Room 703 to Stairwell [Lia]

arkhospheleteon
2011-03-13 12:10 pm UTC (link)

With the fruit he had taken gone, and the vegetables (alongside a few extra celery stalks dabbed with a generous helping of peanut butter), Philip stacked the empty containers back onto Lia's tray in perhaps the only action of neat deliberation that he had taken that afternoon. It had been enough to temporarily sate the empty feeling his abdomen had previously possessed, his hunger more from careless neglect than actual starvation. Food, although perhaps not always the most healthy of selections, was easy enough to pilfer from a grocery store or a neighbouring apartment with a set of quick fingers and a jacket with relatively large pockets. But he rarely took more than he needed, and his cabinets and non-working refrigerator were thus fairly barren. Such a situation was not conducive to thoughtless snacking, and so he ate only when he really thought of it. The world had too many distractions, however, for meals to be his main priority.

But dinner with Lia was another matter, his desire for socialization typically more pressing than that of his stomach. "Thanks, Lia. You're the best. I'll be sure to stop by soon." He told her, and then wondered briefly if he might have been in her home before. But Philip was sure he would have known if he had, by some photograph or some other personal affect. "What number are you in?"

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Re: Room 703 to Stairwell [Lia]

philommeides
2011-03-17 07:27 pm UTC (link)

Watching him replace the little cups neatly once inside the other, she smiled, perhaps a bit bemusedly.

"D3," she told him, shifting the tray a bit awkwardly to adjust for its diminished load. "I'm usually around in the evenings, so feel free to stop by." She leaned forward then, pressing a kiss to his cheek even she avoided toppling the tray or agitating her shoulder.

"It's really good to see you," she told him earnestly. "Take care of yourself, OK?"

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Re: Room 703 to Stairwell [Lia]

arkhospheleteon
2011-03-19 12:24 pm UTC (link)

"All right, and you better too. No more accidents like you did with that arm of yours." Philip said with a jovial wave of his hand, and then he was off, dashing down the stairs with one hand falling briefly against the railing as he disappeared beyond the sharp bend of a turn. His thoughts soon darting to other things so that Lia and all promises of visiting her were washed away by the wonders of how to spend a sunny afternoon free of any responsibilities.

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