[OPEN PARTY POST] weekend pride event

[broshaw]

Who: The whole ship, everyone's invited, it's a Party Post™
What: Sharky and Pratt are semi-hosting a pride party for the whole ship!
When: First weekend of June, late afternoon to just plain late
Where: Rainbow Renly, obviously???
Warnings: Check individual threads for warnings
Notes: The prompts are scene-setting suggestions; feel free to have your characters bring their own flair! If they want to set up a table to answer questions, go for it! If they want to lurk in an unmentioned corner with the other goth kids, do it! Remember: top-levels in party posts count as posts for AC!

[A day or two before Rainbow Renly is converted into a Tommy Bahama pride-fest, Sharky and Pratt send out texts to anyone they can think of to spread the word, sort of like a gay chain letter but without the curse. By the time the weekend rolls around, helping hands have turned TB shirts into pride flags, and those flags have been hung around the otherwise festively lit club!]

[OUTSIDE] trust me, i know life is scary
[Whether you're just showing up or you need a breather, the outside of Rainbow Renly is here! The music is still perfectly audible from the open doors, filling the promenade with the sound of disco and the occasional 2000s pop hit. Several flags of different designs have been taped to the windows, making the party's theme obvious to any other contemporary Earth passengers.

There's also a table set up right outside, with a few rolls of multi-colored stickers and a sign taped down beside them. The sign reads:
"TOTALY OPTIONAL VIBE STICKERS
COLORS MEAN THINGS, WEAR AS MANY AS U WANT (OR NONE IDGAF)
Purple: looking 4 friends
Pink: familiar w pride (u can answer qs abt it)
Blue: unfamiliar w pride (u have qs abt it)
Yellow: in an open relationship
Red: taken/not looking 4 romance
Green: single + ready 2 mingle
Orange: its complicated (ur gonna get qs w this one)
Finally, there are two stacks of stickers side by side: "Hello, My Name Is" stickers and souviners from December. The sign next to these says:
"NAME TAGS 4 PRONOUNS/ORIENTATION/WATEVS
TAKE AS MANY AS U NEED
pls only 1 bear per person"]
[DANCE FLOOR] but just put those colors on
[It's a dance floor! You know how it works. The disco is loud, the lights are on a rainbow color rotation, and nobody is allowed to judge anyone's terrible dance moves. If you wanna be judgy, stick to the no man's land between the dance floor and the bar!

There's an extremely crude banner hanging up by the DJ booth, which reads "PRIDE = SURVIVED". Yeah, that's pretty much all the information you're going to find about this event without asking around.]

[BAR AREA] now i see that colors are everything
[Of course, it wouldn't be Rischie's... uh, Rainbow Renly, without a bar! Yet another flag hangs behind the bar-top; empty spots on the shelves have been filled thanks to Sharky and Pratt's dutiful bar-stocking, and there's guaranteed to be enough liquor for everyone at the party who wants some! Johnny has taken up the space behind the bar for people who want custom pride-themed drinks, both with and without alcohol. He's also ensured that the best champagnes from Topy are available, along with sparkling apple cider for those looking to keep their head.]

[BUFFET LINE] now i see the magic inside of me
[There's food here, too! Sharky and Pratt have made runs up to Windjammer, which means the spread is closer to a Midwestern BBQ than anything -- but there's also some special fare available tonight!

Max has spent time in the new kitchens, creating an assortment of sweet pride treats, like a rainbow assortment of macarons and cupcakes topped with rainbow frosting. Sharky's made sure to put a little card on the table to indicate that Max was the one to make them, in case anyone wants to give their compliments to the chef :)

It's probably obvious what Ossie and Giles have brought to the literal table, given that not many people have access to fancy canapes. There's smoked salmon and cream cheese on crackers, caviar with sour cream blintzes, and even mac and cheese croquettes! Still, there's also a card with their names on it to ensure everyone knows who brought the good eats!

Oh, and you KNOW there are more flags to look at here!]

[CRAFT TABLE] come and paint the world with me tonight
[Feeling creative? There's a table near the front of the club that's stuffed full of various craft supplies: paper, pencils, markers, a pile of pre-ripped fabric in every color/pattern TB could give, bedazzlers, needle and thread, hot glue, staples, etc etc etc... basically anything an inspired passenger might need to design a pride flag of their own! Or maybe they're looking for some way to spruce up their current outfit -- in that case, the fat stack of silk scarves in various solid and patterned colors might come in handy!

There's one piece of construction paper taped to the table that offers... some guidance, although maybe not enough:

"FLAG STRIPES = WORDS
UNITY RESPECT LOVE ETC
EARTH IS STUPID
MAKE UP UR OWN MEANING"]

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The Bar and its Tender

[businessorlibation]

Cocktails? Mocktails? Both are on offer here. Johnny is behind the bar, working up a sweat with cocktail shakers. He's dressed casually for the occasion, in a pink, white and blue Hawaiian shirt with black palm trees, worn open over his bare chest, with black board shorts. It's a look!

As someone approaches the bar, he's there with a warm smile.

"What can I get started for you?"



[flip me to brackets if you prefer, I'm easy.]

[seethesun]

Eleanor's outfit: her best layers of neutral colors from Tommy Bahama.

Her flag: bisexual (thank you table people for explaining).

Her vibe stickers: red.

Her hands: slamming down on the bar in her desperate haste after having caught sight of Johnny mid-stride, halting and reversing to get to him with everything but a cartoon tire screech sound effect. She's relieved. She has questions. She needs answers. She hasn't yet figured out that dying took away her ability to regenerate from alcohol.

"Sir you're bisexual!" Wait. Nope. Eleanor slowly covers her face with her hand. "...Let me try that again. Mister Summer, is there a chance in Hell I could get something to take the edge off and also ply you with questions regarding recent revelations about myself?"

[businessorlibation]

"I actually meant to be referencing the transgender flag, with this shirt. But I will entertain your questions if you give me slightly more guidance regarding what you'd like to drink today."

He's here for it, even if all the words in play are still pretty new to him.

[seethesun]

"That's quite alright, I was trying to say that I'm bisexual and I'm rather afraid that English got the better of me." Eleanor flashes a nervous smile, but also: OH NOW SHE SEES IT, THE COLORS -

"You'll not insult me if the drink is watered or weak, there is quite a lot of party to get through and the adults here have not been inclined to believe me when I tell them that alcohol is not the same for me as it is for them. Just..." She frowns. "Not sweet. I've had rather enough of sweets until kingdom come."

[busball]

Klaus is almost certainly popping over at some point in the night. "Hey." There's a bright smile as they step up to the bar. "Uhhh...I dunno? What's both cold and fruity? I need something cold." A beat. "Oh. And I like your shirt. It's cute."

[businessorlibation]

"Fruity? Well, both of us are that."

He starts to put together a drink with mango nectar and grenadine for Klaus, shaking it with ice. It turns out a lovely deep red-orange (or orange-red), and he pours it over more ice.

[busball]

"You got me there, buddy." Klaus laughs at that.

"Oooh. That's fancy." They like the color of it. "How have you been holding up?"

Do Fish Drink Water

[moonlesstides]

Some part of Grace is deeply surprised to find a gentleman tending the bar at this odd event. She really shouldn't be surprised; her village had a tavern, that tavern had an owner, the owner was a man. Nineteen years and change she knew that, and then she hit the Manor and Demi Bourbon, the Barmaid, completely destroyed the idea of men serving drinks for Grace by being one of the most memorable people there. So despite her uncertainty in being here (flagless, with blue and purple vibe stickers plastered haphazardly up her right arm and encrusting the tip of her harpoon in an effort to make it seem less lethal), Johnny's mere existence has her attention.

Hrm. But bars serve alcohol, and the Barmaid had been rather firm about the kind of men who would offer Grace alcohol, expressing in no uncertain terms that Grace should - what was it - 'gut them like fish'.

Wait. Grace can talk now. Easily solved!

This thought process completed at some length, the Naiad flows up to the bar and takes a seat, settling down delicately on the stool and laying her harpoon across it with her palm flat over the weapon's shaft. Her one visible eye stares at Johnny with all interest. ~I am told that oysters are served with white wine. I do not want wine. Is there something similar?~ Grace almost visibly double-checks her sentence, then adds: ~Something without spirits that is similar?~

[businessorlibation]

"Well, aren't you a wonder?" Johnny stares for a moment at the sight before him, before he checks what he has available at the bar. "How sweet do you tend to like your drinks, and...do we even have oysters here to pair them with?"

[moonlesstides]

Grace carefully pulls her fishing basket around to the front; she has not brought the camera she's borrowed from Siffleur, but in it is her ship phone, and also most of a plate of oysters, about five in all. Aggressively room temperature now, of course, the ship being what it is, but she'd arrived with them and couldn't bear to just eat them alone.

Now she's not alone. Grace carefully begins setting them on the bar next to her harpoon.

~I have had the juice of orange and it is...tart, for my tastes. Mostly I drink water, and goat's milk when I can find it.~

[millay]

She pauses as she gets up to the bar, offering Johnny a smile that doesn't quite meet her eyes. "I'll take a sherry, darling." It might be her go-to, but that doesn't mean she has to feel bad about it. She does her best not to think about the last time she was at a bar with Caleb and just focuses on the song playing in the background.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

[businessorlibation]

"Of course. It seems like quite the festivity. There never was such a thing in my world." He pours her drink and passes it over with a bright smile. "And yourself?"

[millay]

She takes a sip and looks out at the party. "I don't think it ever existed in mine either, but...I didn't spend that much free time in the human world to know." A beat. "But it certainly seems festive. I agree."

[justneedsomehelp]

"Uh--" He pauses at the question, frowning. What does he want? Marc's more the whiskey out of the bottle type, not the fancy concoction type. But he should probably try to have some class right now.

"Something strong. You can just surprise me."

[businessorlibation]

"Strong, hm? I can do that."

Which is how Marc ends up with a vibrant green Tokyo Tea sitting in front of him a moment or three later.

"This will knock you on your ass if you're not careful, and you won't taste it coming."

[pineapplesalmon]

César's wearing the outfit he wore when he met Johnny except with his riding boots. And a wide smile. For an answer, he leans over the counter and kisses Johnny.

[businessorlibation]

Johnny grabs the front of César's vest and engages fully and unapologetically in that kiss. It's pride, he's married, there's not one iota of shame to be found at this bar today.

[ss_buttcrack]

Crichton isn't looking nearly as festive in just a blue Hawaiian shirt and board shorts still worn with his combat boots. (He didn't even wear the leather tonight, what a crime!) His slumped posture and the flat expression on his face don't help much, either.

"Give me whatever your strongest drink is. ...Please."

[businessorlibation]

"You look like shit." Johnny's not going to pussyfoot around the matter, not tonight. But he does offer up a Tokyo tea, all green and threatening, a moment or three later.

[hadnoright]

"A Shirley Temple?" She's back off the actual alcohol, despite the festivities. Last month was an exception that probably won't be repeated for a while. "You're not wearing the scissors."

Things on the list of things Daisy and Crabb have in common, despite all protests: bluntness and cutting to the chase.

[businessorlibation]

"It seemed in poor taste to bring them to this sort of celebration."

He drops an extra cherry into the Shirley Temple before sliding it across the bar at her. "Though if I turn out to need them, there will be a hearty 'fuck you' the next time someone makes a fuss about me bringing them somewhere."

Re: The Bar and its Tender

[stalksthedarkness]

"Could you get me a lime ricky?"

And Kolchak is wearing his usual clothes. He may as well try to enjoy himself! Even if he himself wasn't much of one for parties, the vibes are too good to ignore!

[businessorlibation]

"I could, and I will."

Johnny inclines his head, moving to grab a highball glass and the gin. "A very classic drink. Not one I often get requests for."

[goodweather]

“This must be the most casual I’ve ever seen you,” Phil chuckles. He’s similar; he’s in a Hawaiian shirt himself, and he normally doesn’t wear this much color, or this much pattern. Or shorts outside of the sports deck.

“I could go for a Manhattan, or… you know what? Surprise me.”

[businessorlibation]

"Hmmm." Johnny looks at what he has at the bar, gaze lingering on a bottle of Averna, before he starts working on a drink that seems similar to a Manhattan, just with a few ingredient tweaks.

"Let me know if that's to your taste. As for casual...I didn't figure that a Sharky event called for buttoning up fully.