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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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[She wants to believe the best of that. She does not want to entertain the notion of-----

No, that couldn't be possible. Could it? The thought makes her wish Gothel was here, so that she could cling to her skirts as she once did when she was young. Her far-too-hopeful response is almost a whisper, hard to hear, probably, above the sounds of the ongoing party.]

So.....so someone cut it off?

[His brows knit together at the question, and he briefly looks confused by how she had come to that conclusion. But he shakes his head sharply, his tone flat.]

They were killed. Not because of the hair length, but its color. [It made them such targets.]

...Oh. I'm really, really sorry.

[That is one of the worst stories she has ever heard.]

What color was it?

[He makes a hand gesture, dismissive or forgiving or some mixture of the two, before looking at her long hair again.]

Like your hair. Our hair. [He shakes his head.] But I ... apologize. [His speech is stilted again.] You didn't need to hear that.

Oh. No, no--it's alright. Mother always told me there was evil in the world. I just never expected it to be anything like that. [She appears lost in thought, now. Sad, even though the party is happily going on around them.]

[He feels uncomfortable, and maybe just a tad guilty. He has no problem letting his bitterness show when he's around Orerines, but he did try to keep that out of normal conversation.]

You shouldn't run into that problem here.

[And, because he needs another topic and can't think of anything else...] I'm Walter.

Hi, Walter; I'm Rapunzel. Very nice to meet you. [Sorry about your slaughtered village.] I guess I understand why you don't like dancing so much, now.

[Because how could anyone with that sad a story enjoy dancing?]

[His brows knit together again at the girl's comment, and he makes a shallow sound of discomfort.] I was never much for it, anyway. Not everyone dances well.

I baked some things, if you're hungry.

[Because what dancing can't cure, cookies CAN. Possibly.]

[He does look mildly surprised, at least.]

I thought someone else was providing all of the food? [...He doesn't go to a lot of parties.]

I just brought some because I thought it might make it easier...[to make friends.]

If you DON'T, that's okay, too!

[He shakes his head faintly. He can tell she's trying ... though he doesn't really know why. But then again, he didn't know the why with Colette or Ahiru either...]

What did you bake?

Some chocolate chip cookies? And some cream-filled eclairs? Also some chocolate cream-filled eclairs? And some lemon cream-filled eclairs?

...Lots of eclairs, now that I think about it.

[...His attention slowly wanders towards the tables of food as Rapunzel lists the different kinds of food she had brought. If there was anything that was a particular weakness of his, it was baked sweets. ~~No one was supposed to know that, though.~~]

I take it you like eclairs. ...A lot.

Heh. They're pretty good. I've never had them before coming here, and now I seem to not be able to stop making them. I can't eat them all on my own, you know. I'm getting far too chubby.

[He has to avert his eyes away from the tables to look back at Rapunzel.] You look fine. [...Well, once he stopped staring at the length of her hair.] I think I'll try them.

Yes! Try them! [She sounds so excited about this!] I know you'll enjoy them! Look, over there---I put them down on the dessert table. I hope there are some left!

[He starts towards the table before glancing at her.] If there are not any left, at least that means they were a success.

Or MAYBE it means that I should have made more? Oh dear.

[HOPEFULLY...he will be able to enjoy at least one.]

[He would shrug at her concerns if he was the type, walking over to the table to take a look. There were still a few of left on the dessert table, so he will take one and give it a try.]