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Who: Anyone who wants to come!
What: Autumn (Equinox) Celebration
When: Today, at 9PM to Midnight (and maybe even after)
Where: Around the Rec Center
Summary: Brigade party! There's food! There's lights! There's music! There's fireworks!
Rating: A for Abacus

There were lights! Autumn-appropriate decorations! There were tables of food (though very little of it is vegetarian friendly)! There was even a stage for music and entertainment! Still waiting was the fireworks to take place at midnight, but otherwise things were set up to more or less respectable Brigade standards. Maybe Haruhi hadn't done it herself, but it was done well enough, thanks to the efforts of being coordinated by Mikage.

The stage was left open for anyone to perform that wanted to. The karaoke machine had been dragged outside for people to sing along to, regardless of talent, or otherwise just to play music when no one was on stage. Naturally inside the Rec Center itself is a variety of pool tables, foosball, air hockey, and a TV with some video games. Just enough to keep things a little fun. If only there was a pool.

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I don't know if this could be considered a lack. It is, technically, accompanying.

[it's hard to keep a serious tone though, considering the sounds coming from the stage, and her lips quirk up in a smile]

...I'm not sure what it's accompanying things with...but there's definitely a something.

It isn't lacking, no, though it's hardly to taste.

[He looks at the karaoke station and grimaces, though he's all playful when he speaks.]

Perhaps I'll offer my services to the planner for the next one. You sound as though you've a taste worth contributing.

[a laugh] I don't know about the worthiness of it...but I would never complain about real, live music.

So what was home like, that you're such an expert on parties?

[For that question, you get a rather large grin.]

Typically a live band playing in some room of the flat. It isn't terribly large, but large crowds always gathered. The sound of the music carried enough that people could have the amusing times they wanted.

Basketfulls of writers, journalists, old Cambridge boys. Chorus members of shows I've enjoyed, burgeoning artists, old friends and good fucks, clerks and tea ladies. All trouncing around my shared flat where there are drinks, an open piano, room to dance and plenty of doors.

I have a rather large circle of friends and acquaintances, all of them eager enough to have a bit of fun between days at their offices. Other broadcasters from the BBC can party very well, though it's the Foreign Office workers that I love to see in attendance the most.

Not a very sober lot.

[Oh how he misses those parties, being the soul that every different circle in London and Cambridge and everywhere else had in common. Guy was in every single one of them, and a member that nobody could ignore or wanted to.]

[she laughs. She can't help it. There's so much enthusiasm in his vivid description, and it reminds her of being back at Butler U. Or even afterwards, when they'd huddle in pubs to listen to friends play in pickup bands and dance and drink and celebrate just being together.]

Then parties for parties sake...which really are the best kind.

Absolutely. Though birthdays make for quite good occasions as well. I remember very little of my last.

[Though he remembers enough of it to know it had a Happy Ending to it. Very much in the naughty sense.]

I'm usually more in favor of remembering. It seems a shame to have such a good time and then forget it all.

[plus the fact that this artist, at least, won't drink more than two beers before calling it quits]

I don't like celebrating my own. A bit morose of me, perhaps, but I far enjoy the birthdays of others.

[He might be the sort to provide birthday sex to the big boys when they turn. He's quite willing to be their present that night to themselves.]

So no one else gets the joy of returning the favor and throwing a party for you? That seems unfair.

Of course they do. If they insist, I won't fight it. I enjoy parties too much to say no on account of growing numbers.

The numbers don't really count for anything, anyway. The people are the important part.

Friendship is everything. Above all, friendship.

Now that is very, very true.

[a beat] You're...new. Right?

My back still aches from these buggering things on it. [He says it slightly annoyed, but his voice is not mean.]

[a small smile] They get better. Still sensitive, but you get used to them.

...are you alone? Has anyone been able to help you settle in?

Thankfully, I am not without my friends. If I was, I can promise you I'd be in a much sorrier state.

[The back of his neck, hidden by the oversized shirt collar, is a bandaged yet bloodied mess of dull nail divots, long scrapes in a failed attempt to scratch away his tattooed skin. He doesn't like being marked; it makes him mad because of what it reminds him of, but there were two sets of hands to hold him down and pull his nails away, shush him as he thrashed and hug him there, on the bathroom floor, when he agreed to stop and sobbed.]

I don't think there'd be much of me at all.

That's certainly the truth.

I'm glad to hear it.

There are few things in this world worth doing anything for. The sort of things that you'd see yourself ruinous over, pack everything away and hardly care what else you burn in assuring that those things are never consumed. That they're spared. Protected.

Friendship is one of them.