sirenspull_logs | You gotta fight for your right to party.

Who: OPEN TO EVERYBODY!!! Even if you don't know who Jesse is. Word-of-mouth invitation.
When: Noon 'til evening sirens of Wednesday, July 4
Where: The beach!
Summary: An excuse to party and set off fireworks.
Warnings: Put 'em in your subject lines.
Notes: Meme-style! Tag in, tag around, have fun and whatever... yo.

The setup is probably more elaborate than anticipated. Jesse's paying for it all out-of-pocket, but as he has a drug dealer's income, he's splurged on all the best stuff.

The food includes everything that everyone suggested on his post. Hotdogs, hamburgers, veggie burgers, pizza, chips, cookies, cake... There's an open bar for all the alcoholic drinks and a table with coolers for all the rest.

The music is selected by your host, Jesse, who's also the main DJ for the event. That guarantees a selection of varying quality that focuses heavily on hip-hop, rap, and dubstep. It's not always kid-friendly, but it's good for dancing.

General entertainment comes in the form of swimming, beach volleyball, a bonfire as the sun begins to set (including s'mores!), and a huge fireworks display just before sirens.

Security is being handled by Jesse's goons. You didn't think he'd host a Newcomer party without them, right? They're armed and much stronger than he is, so don't mess. A few healers are also on hand for first-aid.

Transportation back to the Tower Apartments via shuttle is also provided at the end of the night. (He really splurged.)

Party hard!!!

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[She actually knows what that whistle means, surprisingly enough. That it was directed at her however was something she was completely unaccustomed to. She did turn towards where the sound originated though, scans directing her towards...

Well, to see a robot like that is odd to say the least. She says nothing, just lets crimson eyes settle on him.]

[Bender makes the assumption that he is being ogled, and ogles right back -- he'd waggle his eyebrows for effect if he had any. He sets his drink down, raises one flexible arm into the air and waves her over, while also cupping his other hand beside his mouth to direct his yelling better.]

"Hey baby, you lookin' FINE! Come have a drink! On me!"

[He spins only his head around to wink at the bartender, hoping for an accomplice in his philandering.]

[Oh U-DO, what has KOS-MOS gotten herself into. With a sigh, the android walked over to meet the robot.]

I'm afraid that I am incapable of eating or drinking anything. I will join you, however.

[Bender makes a slow head-shaking gesture at the bartender in an attempt to communicate the idea of "nevermind".]

Hey, I'm Bender. I'm new here, apparently.

[He pauses to take a sip of his own beverage and also glance around furtively for conversation ideas.]

So, uh, if you don't drink, what DO you run on?

Welcome to Sirens Port then, Bender. I am KOS-MOS.

[While normally anything regarding her project is top secret, even in Vector, it doesn't matter here. Oh, and the fact that she was thrown in the trash.]

I draw energy from the Higher Domain.

That's cool. [Utter lack of comprehension]

Wanna dance?

[How disappointing.]

I was not programmed with the capability of dancing. I will watch, however, if you desire.

[Disappointing indeed!]

What?! Oh man.

[Bender throws back the last of his drink and thumps the empty glass down. He extends a hand to this lovely, lithe gynoid.]

Come on, baby, I'll show you how it's done.

My name is KOS-MOS, not 'baby.'

[But a moment later, she takes his hand because, really, what other choice has she right now. Shion always told her not to be rude. Or to kill people unnecessarily but that has nothing to do with this.]

Very well.

[He completely ignores the rejection of his term of endearment.] Awriiight. You just stand there and look good for now, I'll make us look good. [Double pistols and a wink]

[soon ...]

[Oh god, what has KOS-MOS gotten herself into. Letting Jesse convince her to come was a mistake, really. Who can imagine a weapon like her dancing with a robot.

She lets him indulge though, for a couple minutes, before stepping back.]

[Bender keeps dancing for several seconds before realizing KOS-MOS has stopped]

Uh-huh, aw yeah, doin the Bender, mm--- Oh, whassa matter? Wanna switch places?

That is quite alright. Dancing is not-

[And KOS-MOS pauses because there is a way to put this that won't seem rude.]

Dancing is not my forte.

Hey, that's OK, baby, I needed another drink anyway.

I don't see you around later, call me sometime, yeah? [He winks and makes a telephone gesture before unexpectedly smacking KOS-MOS on the ass and strutting away.]

[What just happened? KOS-MOS almost wants to make a comment but doesn't.]

You gotta fight for your right to party.

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