I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Open)

[youwonscience]

WHO: Cosima Niehaus, any Riftwatch personnel who have not been banished from the Gallows
WHAT: A chill birthday/dance party
WHEN: March Drakonis 9, evening
WHERE: Fourth floor of the former mage tower

If they weren't hosting company, there probably would have been a sign or two. Cosima is not, however, entirely clear what the Chantry thinks of dancing. As it is, Cosima makes a point to tell those she's friendly with, as well as the entirety of the Research Division; she also makes it clear they should feel free to spread the word, that any Riftwatch agents who want to stop in are more than welcome. That word is: A quiet party with dancing, Drakonis 9, a couple hours after dinner.



Arrival

As Cosima currently has the fourth floor to herself, she hasn't set up in her own room, but rather the one across the way. She's pushed the furniture toward the edges of the room to make a larger dance floor and requisitioned some plates and cups (that she has promised very seriously to return all of). She has placed her approximation of an iPod shuffle in a bowl to attempt to amplify its sound a bit, and it's jauntily playing whatever random song it has decided to play at the moment. There are no real decorations to speak of, but she's thrown some extra cushions on the beds to encourage their use as makeshift couches.

For refreshments, she encouraged people to bring anything they wanted, but she's provided a good quantity of wine and one unfancy but large lemon cake. These she's purchased with her own funds, rather than begged from the kitchen.

The party is late enough that anyone other than those on particular assignments (or guard duty) should be done with work. The music is unlikely to get especially loud under the circumstances, and Cosima isn't looking to throw a rager anyway. She mainly wants to rope some people into dancing with her, and she's not going to be put off by claims of being bad at it. Those who arrive early are especially vulnerable to being grabbed by the hand and given a good-natured tug.

Later

For those who stay late (or arrive late), things chill out in the early hours. In addition to the wine, there's some smoking, and Cosima is inclined to conversation, curled up on one of the beds pushed against the wall. The music is still playing, but someone needed the bowl for something else, so it's necessarily even softer; the candles have burned down, giving the room a warmer glow.

If someone seems hesitant to come join her, Cosima's quick to wave them over with a languid loop of her arm, unwilling to see anyone left out even as things get mellow.

Comments

[youwonscience]

"Of course I'm curious," she allows, flowing with the redirection of the subject. "But honestly, I'm afraid if we crack it open, it won't work any more at all, and I'd be bummed to lose it. The first time I came through a rift, my phone -- the box -- didn't do anything at all. It's nice to have a little bit of function, even if it's only this."

"Also," lightly, fondly, "if I handed it over to Tony, I'd risk losing it and get an in-depth critique of my musical tastes, which feels like a lot." Wysteria not liking The Flaming Lips is more or less to be expected, but she doesn't want to risk a musical fallout with someone who has the actual context.

[heirring]

"I'm sure if you told Mister Stark that you didn't wish to hear his opinions on the subject, he would be perfectly respectful of the request."

But fair enough regarding the longevity of the item in question, seems to be the thing communicated by the tilt of Wysteria's head.

"Did anything else come through the rift with you? I find it very curious as to what does."

[youwonscience]

She's less sure she wouldn't rate at least some teasing, but lets that go. Instead, of the question: "Um, let me think. Besides what I was wearing, this time it was ... my wallet, my keys, a bottle of wine. Oh, and my vaporizer. It's a little device that heats up leaves and lets you inhale the vapor, so, uh. Sort of like smoking, but you're not actually burning the plant material."

She reaches into a pocket and produces the small, metallic device. She offers it to Wysteria to inspect, if she likes. "I think it's running down, tragically, but I guess if it fully stops working I could let Tony tinker with that instead."