Imeeji RP Community

Who: avante en garde, ⭐ZRAEL, invited guests
Where: Buildings nearby the hotel
When: Day 371/370/whenever is most convenient

[ All members avante en garde and ⭐ZRAEL have received a set of invites, both with separate places listed but the same time. Travelling to either of the listed addresses leads to two buildings across the street from each other - one is a mostly empty warehouse, filled with graffiti and mural painting supplies. Tarps cover portions of the floor, and from floor to ceiling are elaborate murals that are a mix of grunge and graffiti with gothic catholic classic detailing, which depict scenes of hell and demons and angels and battle various types of birds (coincidentally(?) only birds that members of avante take their names after). The murals are illuminated brightly, almost seeming to glitter in the sunlight that filters through a single window in the far back wall of the warehouse. Despite it being just one window, the light touches every surface in the warehouse and no matter what angle an observer is at, they can see the sun bright in the sky through it.

The other building is a towering gothic style cathedral, halls filled with constant ominous chanting of daemonic poetry™️. There is all the expected Christian finery, though the shadows gnawing at every corner of the architecture utterly inescapable no matter where one is in the building - with one exception. The altar room, the beating heart of this cathedral, seems to have been converted into a ballroom with an ostentatious and bright crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, bordered by planters full of morning glories and blue roses. Ravens roost in the chandelier, cawing along to whatever music happens to be playing over the sound system.

In the street between the two buildings is a sectioned off street fair, connecting the two venues. A large banner is strung across the street, hung from the parapet of the cathedral and the rafters of the warehouse, bearing the words:
FAREWELL, CHILDREN OF SPARDA

The market itself contains a wide array of foods - there are traditional Japanese dishes, as well as food that resembles but is not quite similar to Thai and Laotian cuisine. Somehow, there is also exactly as much spaghetti as there is any other food. As in, roughly half of the food available is just spaghetti and literally nothing else. For dessert there are sweets from all the world over, and at the center of the market is a colossal cake, featuring DANTE FROM THE DEVIL MAY CRY™️ SERIES.

Or...it's just an animatronic, actually? An animatronic Dante bursting out from the top of the cake, dressed in a shirtless sexy cowboy outfit, unceasingly spouting prerecorded lines at regular intervals with such classics as "JACKPOT!", "You can call me Dante the demon killer!", "You cut your son's arm off for this?" and of course, "I was supposed to fill your dark soul with LiiIIiGhT!"

There is a fireworks show on display at regular intervals as well, and every instance of this show ends with Cowboy Dante screaming about light - sometimes even interrupting whatever else he was saying at the time.

This sure is a thing that's happening here. ]

Who: Wednesday's Child & Friends
Where: A Park
When: Day 361, morning (forward dated)

[ pep!pep! and Wednesday's CR will find an invitation sent to them in the form of a text with a Goregle Maps location; it seems to be one of the many parks closer to the bay, up a small hill—one could have no doubt that this would be an outside graduation.

But the nature of the venue might surprise the party-goers: upon approaching the hill, they'll find a crown of tall cherry blossom trees impossibly at peak blossoming; even if it were the right season, it would be difficult to accurately plan the event such that even the weather was perfect. The gentle breeze is cool enough to keep the sun's warmth from being too overbearing and at the same time at just the strength to scatter a blanket of pink petals on and down the hill—though despite the number of flowers fallen the trees remain full—and the sky is bright but not unbearably so, white clouds rolling across the heavens to occasionally give extra reprieve from the soon-summer sun's rays.

At the top of the hill, the crown of trees are much wider apart than one would have expected from the bottom view, giving ample space for the laid out picnic blankets across a soft, grassy meadow. Rather than one giant blanket, each checkered cloth is of ordinary size, able to fit around 8 people or so if everyone is conservative about the space they take up—but the blankets are close enough to each other that one could simply turn their head and share a conversatiom with someone from the nearest other blanket.

The food available at each blanket is modest: some offer sandwiches and some offer bento, though there seems to be some careful consideration in mind for those in Wednesday's CR that might have special dietary needs—at least, there's definitely a certain blanket with a basket full of what seems to just be meat for certain obligate carnivores.

All told, the whole affair is quiet; no music plays like the usual graduation, and instead one may enjoy the sound of the breeze, of the trees rustling. The view, beyond its irregular season, spans just enough that one could oversee the city of Tokyo-F, as well as see the shimmering glisten of the sea in the horizon.

One last detail betrays the event's nature—a pink door with decorated pastel stars on its wood sits between a couple trees, free-standing amongst the cherry blossoms as Wednesday's exit when she's ready. ]