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who: Lockon, Lyle, Lyle’s friends, roommates on the 14th floor, party crashers, anyone really, &c.
what: Catch-all (including Lyle’s birthday shindig)
when: March (mostly)
where: Various places
warnings: None as of yet.

i. Lyle’s birthday bash
(( open to Lyle, his friends, roommates on the 14th floor, party crashers, &c. ))

[ This whole birthday shindig was a last-minute deal, with store-bought snacks and little finger foods for grazing. It wasn’t anything to write home about it, but he was trying to do something nice for this brother. He wondered if it was too much, too soon. They didn’t really know each other as well as siblings should, but Lockon decided once fate threw them together in the communal housing that he was going to try to mend the rift that so many years estranged left.

So, yeah, he was spreading out food in the dining area of their floor: chips, dips, crudités, cheese and charcuterie, some warm foods like chicken wings, meatballs, and something that looked vaguely like sloppy joe mix (with buns just beside it). And a cake, of course. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he hoped Lyle would appreciate the effort.

And, Lockon was looking forward to meeting Lyle’s friends. ]

ii. Out and about
(( open to anyone ))

[ Even in a place like this, people do normal things. They have jobs to get to and friends to visit, things to shop for and lines to stand in (Lockon, by the by, is one of those people who’ll strike up conversation with a total stranger while waiting in the queue, sorry for your luck). It’s weird how normal it is. But then there’s that view in the sky that’s unlike anything he’s seen back home (so sorry if he bumps into you while he’s distracted).

Jogging, that his normal thing. At least it will be now. Early in the mornings and early in the evenings, he’ll run if only to keep his mind off what he left behind and how, even if he ever gets back, he’ll never be able to do or be what he was before losing his eye. Oh, hey, do you jog, too? Don’t mind the friendly Irishman trying to strike up a conversation as you go. ]

(( just sort of a “if you want to bump into (or be bumped into) by this guy while you’re out doing your dailies, here you go” generic prompt ))

iii. Meanwhile, back at communal housing
(( closed to Tieria and back-dated to shortly after Lockon arrived ))

[ Even on alien moons, people have to eat. What started out as a grocery run to pick up a few things he liked that weren’t on hand in the… dormitory – it was more like that than an apartment, really – turned into a much larger excursion. Snacks, yes. A shampoo with a smell he liked. Clothes, shoes, all the things a person newly relocated could need.

By the time he got back to the communal housing, his arms were laden with bags. Out is his good eye he could see the elevator door closing, the arrow pointing up glowing beside it. It would be a while before another one came and the stairs were out of the question with so much stuff. ]

Hey, hold the elevator!

iv. Wildcard
(( something you’re just dying to do with Lockon? Feel free to start it here, or hmu

sakurazukamori for plotting ))

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[ Um, excuse. Those tiny bones are a choking hazard!

He watches her, feigning edge-of-the-seat interest until she proclaims him to be real. Then, he laughs. ]

My birthday? What makes you say that?

[Freya's eyebrow rose while her palms came to rest on her hips.]

You're seriously going to play coy with me. It's almost impossible not to realize that you and your brother are twins.

[She tilts her head to the side.] You might be a little cuter. [She flashes him a smile.]

Just a little.

[ He'll laugh at being called out. It's true, anyone who sees them would know they're twins. But he's trying to keep the focus on Lyle since he's the one who's been here and (presumably) has friends here. ]

It's the eyepatch, isn't it?

It helps.

[She agrees with a warm smile.]

You also have an air your brother doesn't have. You're very different people.

[Even if they wear the same face.]

I hope so! Last time I checked we actually are two different people. You might have to verify that, too. Have you actually seen us in a room together?

[Freya lifts on her toes and leans forward so she can whisper.]

He's right over there.

[ He tries his best to look surprised and/or disappointed. ]

Oh, right. This being his party and all. I suppose he would be here.

[Freya doesn't bother to try and hold back her laughter.]

You're ridiculous, you know that?

[Her head tilts to the side, spilling bright blond hair over her shoulder.]

So, what do you do at parties?

[ He grinned at the honest laughter that bubbled up. ]

I've been called worse.

[ The question prompted a thoughtful look, then a shrug. ]

Me, personally? I stand by the buffet and chat up pretty girls who wander by to eat.

[Freya's smile widens.]

Well you've already done that. Do you have a part two to your party plan or is this your big finish?

This wouldn't be a bad finish. Maybe I'll eat something, too. Pretty exciting, right?

Riveting.

[She replies with her usual flirty smile.]

I was hoping that jokes came next or juggling. You look like a guy who can juggle.

I only have one good eye. I don't think I should try juggling or someone's likely to get hurt. I guess that would leave an impression, though.

It would leave a impression.

[Freya smiles.]

One eyed people can juggle. It just takes practice. Here, I'll show you.

[She reaches across the table and picks up three apples that were sitting in a nearby bowl. She starts by juggling two apples in one hand before adding the third apple and her opposite hand.] See, juggling is easy.

Yeah, maybe, but I'm the sort of guy who likes to leave a good impression. I'm ridiculous enough with this. [ He gestures vaguely to the eyepatch. ] I'm not ready to work harder at being more ridiculous.

[Freya slowly rolls the apples back on the table.]

I think the eye patch is pretty cool. Though that might just be me. You got that wounded handsome rugged thing going.

Also, I can totally teach you to juggle.

[ Lockon hums quietly to himself. ]

Maybe I'll take you up on that. I suppose I could make a living here as a clown for hire.

I don't know about that.

[Freya continues to smile at him, her light silvery gray eyes narrowing slightly as she takes a closer inspection.]

Maybe if you drew a very funny looking eye on your eye-patch.

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