OPEN ♀ you might call it girls' night...

[weatherscience]

CHARACTERS: ALL THE LADIES (and any unfortunate guys trying to crash the party)
DATE: A few days after the saloon fire
WARNINGS: Girls being girls?? Drinking and gossiping and braiding hair... and titties, let's be real here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
SUMMARY: As they've all been forced to camp outside, what better time to arrange an Audentes-wide Ladies' Night!

[ it takes a few days for everything to return to normal, though the term is used loosely — the saloon is rubble and ashes, the team is forced to find shelter elsewhere or build their own. most seem to go for the latter option, a wide array of tents rising up to house the members of Audentes. a bonfire is lit when the night approaches, people gathering nearby to eat and sing and swap stories.

it's not that bad, all things considered, the great outdoors.

in the end, it is unclear whose idea it is, but word spreads anyway: that evening, all the girls should gather together for a true Ladies' Outdoors Night. everyone who leaves their tents or other alternative housing that night finds that yet again, a bonfire lights up the dark; blankets and pillows are spread around it for everyone to sit on; there's food and drink available on a table that someone's carried outside, though you may have to resort drinking straight out of a bottle...

come on, come all, for a lovely night of hair-braiding, laughing, partying and hanging out with other ladies — no boys allowed!! (unless you're very adventurous and willing to risk it...) ]

( ooc: it's a ladies' night!! make your own top levels and tag around! c:)

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nami ☁ ota

[weatherscience]

[ it's been such a long while since she's been able to spend time with just other girls — with Riza's recovery, their evening gatherings have been sparse, and Nami has found herself spending more and more time with her crew... who she loves, make no mistake, but being the only girl among a party of guys is a chore, sometimes.

which is why she makes sure to contribute to the party as much as she can: she asks Sanji-kun to cook some food for them, haggles down the price of blankets to keep them warm, even uses some of her own coin to buy them some wine. when it's for friends, even the notorious Cat Burglar is willing to sacrifice some of her money.

during the evening and night, you may catch Nami at several things...

( a. ) the bonfire is warm and bright, and there are few things nicer than sitting around it and relaxing. she's brushing out her long hair, the curls tumbling down as she runs her comb through the strands of hair, sighing when she gets to a tangle. ]

Ah, not again... [ want to join her moaning about the woes of long hair? have a hairstyle you've always wanted to try making? or just suggest she cut it if it's such a bother...

( b. ) a little later on, when more people are gathered around the fire, Nami speaks up, her tone bright. ] What would be the tradition for a gathering like this... should we swap stories? About our adventures at home? Anything is fine as long as it's not ghost stories!! [ pls don't make her listen to ghost stories, she will scream... or if that's what you want, go ahead!

( c. ) in the case someone is staring at the strange construction that looks like a tent, attached to a small, roofless room made out of wood, Nami will gesture at it with a beaming smile. ]

It's a shower! Did you want to have one? It's such a chore otherwise, not to be able to keep clean out here like this!

[ or just feel free to run into her at any point of the evening and wildcard what happens!! ]

c. bc what else would happen

[diablejambe]

[You know, it really was only a matter of time before Sanji tried to weasel his way into the pure majesty that was this "ladies night". There was no way he was going to miss out on seeing women be women, on watching them laugh and dance, on listening to their sweet sighs and gentle voices!

So honestly, Nami shouldn't be surprised on how this idiot is popping up out of literally nowhere as soon as the word shower is uttered.]

Nami-swaaaaan~! I'll help wash your back~~~~!

[Like. He already has a loofah. Where the hell did he get a loofah?]

im crying

[weatherscience]

[ as much as the world around them is probably surprised at this turn of events, the loofah Sanji has somehow managed to acquire likely by sheer force of will... Nami is not. surprised. at all.

in fact, almost as if choreographed, she turns, Clima-Tact already in hand, and smacks him over the head with it, snatching the loofah out of his hand with one swift move. ]

No, you won't!

[ also??? why are you even here????

no wait she knows why, sighs deeply. ]

Loki | Open

[selfimage]

[ if it's one thing that Loki can understand, it's the need for a little R&R. there's been a distinct lack of celebration and worse, parties, since she's been in ALASTAIR's occupation, so this comes as a breath of fresh air. while the women of Asgard may find themselves with sword and shield during their sleepovers, the pillows are pleasantly comfortable.

there's a bottle in her hand as she makes herself comfortable on a cushion by the fire. dressed only in a hoodie, pants and boots, the chill doesn't seem to touch her, even as the snow brushes over her shoulders. whoever approaches her will get a devious little smile. ]

i. [ she shakes the bottle enticingly, the fire flickering shadows across her fine features. ] Since we've already truthed and dared out Truth or Dare, so something more scandalous, perhaps? Ah ... how about ... Fuck, marry, kill? [ this is what mortals do when they camp, right? ]

ii. [ you know what's hard to do in the fire light? get a good selfie. she finds herself leaning back and forth, turning to and fro, and tipping the camera up to get a good angle. be careful, joining her means that she might use the pictures for blackmail, later. ]

[ she's around, she's somewhat approachable, if not a little mischievous and ready for pranking; bring on the bad ideas!!! ]

i, the only acceptable option

[strictdiscipline]

[This is certainly not what mortals do around a campfire, at least not mortals from Amestris circa 1910. But the air's festive, Riza's had one drink already and another sits in her hands, so she reluctantly leans forward to ask:]

Am I supposed to apply those terms to you...?

[Or what's going on here.]

[selfimage]

Ah—[ she twirls her drink, dubious. ]—Please! You're supposed to pick three people and I apply the terms to them. Then I do the same to you. [ one finger comes from the cup as she twirls it in the air. ]

If you need a few more drinks before you participate, I'll understand.

i.

[construing]

[ gwen is a year away from the legal drinking age. the cop's daughter in her is staunchly against the idea. but she has been several weeks into this special brand of hell already, and american laws seem kind of void in a different dimension.

the alcohol burns hot and heavy in her stomach, and for a moment she wonders if she had more than she should have. she certainly hasn't had all that much, pacing herself due to inexperience with it. because that woman looks almost exactly like loki except. as a girl. a very good-looking girl. damn it, she's hot.

so gwen ignores the question in favor of turning away and muttering to herself in a voice that carries to loki all too well, ] Of course, Loki would be the sum of all my insecurities too.

[selfimage]

[ Loki holds her liquor like she holds everything else in life: wickedly with a side of arrogance. the liquid twirls in her hand as she takes a sip like she was born to it. (and in some ways, she was. Asgardians usually filled their baby bottles with ale.) ]

Oh, I'm so very sorry—I didn't hear you. Would you mind repeating that a little louder?

[ she has the same gestures, the same long limbs and the same poetic tone to her voice. ]

i

[reverseengineer]

[Pidge raises an eyebrow. She's been disguised as a boy and on a quest to find her family for the better part of her sleepover years, so she... doesn't really know much about party games.]

Fuck, marry, kill? That sounds like a terrible game. I don't want to do any of those things.

[selfimage]

[ or much about partying at all. wow, Pidge. ]

Aren't you a Debbie Downer? I'm willing to take other suggestions for nightly entertainment. [ she leans her elbow on her knee, palm to her chin. her hair twists over her opposite shoulder, tapping against the rim of her mug in wait. the Jeopardy theme isn't too far off. ] If that's terrible, there must be some comparison.

ii, breaks the mold

[cachemoney]

[Whoa, who is this hot brunette and why hasn't Fiona noticed her before? And also, how does she keep her hair looking so nice in these conditions. There are about a zillion questions.

The most important thing, though -- selfies. Fiona laughs and saunters over, noting the awkward angles and surmising that it's a lighting issue.] I bet you, like, five million Qorral bucks that half the people sitting around here don't even know what you're doing.

[selfimage]

[ a few reasons that will be gotten into later.

there's a look up, a glance over her shoulder as if she's still striking a pose. ]

Five million Qorral bucks certainly is a show of confidence. Completely and utterly unfair. [ of course it doesn't, Fiona's certainly right. ] But telling. So ... that means you do?

[ she turns the camera of the phone to face Fiona, as if she's considering the shot. ]

this is legitimately the latest tag-in known to man..... also i

[weatherscience]

[ she's sure she would remember someone that pretty (and oh, Loki's features cause no self-conscious crisis in her — Nami is confident in her looks, even though she leans more towards "cute and beautiful" than "elegant and beautiful"); the woman reminds her a little of Robin, that dark hair and features that are both old and young at once...

and because she's always there for making new girlfriends, she settles on a cushion near Loki, laughing brightly when she shakes the bottle. ]

Ah, is that a game that's played in your world? I've never heard of it... besides, I wouldn't marry anyone, so I would have to skip that option!

the latest or the best bc i say best

[selfimage]

[ she's seen some shit, ok.

the sound of laughter is nice; the occasional party is nice, as well. it's been too long, and she's been far away from anywhere that offers her sanctuary of a young role. most of the time, she spends it playing the system, rather than following her own whims. it's a treacherous path, and occasionally she needs some reminders. ]

A girl of my own heart.

[ it comes off poetic and whimsy. ]

Less marry and more ... tolerate for a time?

Sakura Kinomoto l Cardcaptor Sakura l Open

[keystaff]

[Sakura used to have sleepovers with Tomoyo. But since joining ALASTAIR it hasn't so much been a thing, even if she is friends with a few of the female recruits. She is one of the younger recruits, at thirteen, but even so. She figures it might be a good way to catch up with some of her friends, perhaps meet some of the newer recruits she hadn't quite been introduced to yet for whatever reason.

Sakura will probably be found relaxing and chatting in general, happy to share stories, though she might get a little flustered if someone asks about her love life. She'll huddle in front of the fire, a blanket around her shoulders. If someone asks her help with their hair, Sakura will say she's not as good with this sort of thing as Tomoyo, but be willing to try at least.]

help-her-with-her-hair prompt

[weatherscience]

Don't worry! I'm sure you'll do great... besides, mine is a mess already!

[ Nami gives the girl a bright smile — she doesn't really know her all that well, but this is what this night is for, isn't it? for all of them to get to know each other better. after all, in a team like the Audentes, where men are left, right and everywhere you look... girls gotta stick together. ]

[keystaff]

Ah, I'll try. I did help Tomoyo-chan with her hair once or twice when we had sleepovers.

[She just always feels bad if she snags the brush on a knot and hurts her friend. Still, Nami's hair won't figure itself out. So Sakura starts by gently running a brush through the red locks, admiring the colour when so few have such vibrant hair back home, mostly having darker hair in comparison to this where she lived.]

sonia nevermind | ota

[assent]

( a )

[ She'd actually tried to get a little sleep earlier in the night, simply because it's been a long day and she actually still feels a little weak. The people in charge may have had to make sure she was fit enough to leave, but it isn't like fighting fit, that's for sure.

Besides, despite most of the girls being out and about, she doesn't really know anyone which is why for the first part she ends up sitting off to the side in the corner, watching the sky more than them.

She just... really misses her friends. On her lap are two hamsters, though they're wrapped up in the blanket she has over her shoulders, trying to keep them warm. They're not really doing much though at the moment, they're probably as overwhelmed as she is... ]

( b )

[ By the time she's warmed up a little to others here, she steps closer to the fire. Just for the journey over the hamsters are perched on her shoulders, but when she sits they're quickly running back down to get back in the warmth. That isn't important though, the important part is when she pulls her blanket open a little and smiles. ]

Would you like to share? It is a little cold here, is it not?

( c )

[ After that, when the night is truly underway she'll peer into the campire and slowly say: ]

Are you aware that it is on nights like these that most murders happen?

[ ?! what. ]

a!!

[heritors]

[ Something like this is ... incredibly nice, she finds, the small camp ground that have been made for just the girls. It helps Lucina relax, to let the uneasiness and anger slowly seep out of her system. She doesn't know everyone, not yet, still far too new for this — but it's a good chance to build camaraderie between her new teammates, and...

She's here, having already said hello to a fair number of the people she does recognize. Her steps have her drift over to the edge, where she spots another girl, away from the others. It's someone she definitely doesn't recognize; perhaps she was with the others that claimed to be new here? Who knows.

Regardless, there's little hesitation before she makes her way over to the blonde, taking a seat beside her. ] ... The sky is beautiful at night, isn't it? [ While she isn't smiling, not quite, her expression and voice are still warm. ]

On clearer nights, I believe there you can see even more stars.

[assent]

[ Lucina would be correct in that assumption at least. It's hard settling in when they literally arrived when everything went up in flames. It's quieter and gives her room to think when she's away from everyone. It also means she doesn't have to try as hard to ensure others are happy.

When Lucina sits beside her though, she does glance over at the other girl and smiles gently. ]

I think the same. Do you think it will be possible to see a shooting star tonight? Do... they have those here?

[ She's had to sink in so much infortmation that it's hard to say. ]

c.

[weatherscience]

E- eeehhh?

[ oh no, oh no, is this turning into a horror story... she's already scared!! then again, this is a new recruit, a girl Nami thinks can't have been there for more than one or two days... and what timing ALASTAIR picked, to send her in.

ah, so she must be made welcome — and so she makes a concentrated effort to ask, without one waver in her voice, ]

... Really? I had no idea. [ hopefully she sounds kindly interested instead of vaguely terrified... ]

[assent]

[ This is turning into a horror story--if you count serial killer stories as horror stories. ]

They say that bad luck comes in threes, after all. Is there anything you wish to confess? [ She says it with such a sweet smile though, even if ... this is just for fun, sorry Nami. ]

However. I suppose it is on nights like these that many will try and resurrect their loved ones. If you are thinking of it, I will have to ask you to reconsider.

pidge | ota

[reverseengineer]

[Pidge... doesn't know why she came, besides out of a sense of curiosity over what exactly a Ladies' Night is and how it differs from normal nights. She's not even sure if she wants to stick around. There's a reason she tends to like computers better than people. People are confusing and she is never quite sure how to act around them. Computers don't care how she acts.

For now, how she's acting is sitting alone by the bonfire, wrapped in a blanket and munching on 'smores, and idly watching everyone. Maybe if she watches for long enough, she'll start figuring out how she's supposed to interact with them.]

[gunah]

[ Now Shuyi prefers people more than anything else, even compared with animals let alone computers, and she's eagerly making the rounds to say hello to the other campers. When it's Pidge's turn, she simply takes a seat right beside her without even asking for permission, close enough to almost brush shoulders. Palms raised to the fire for warmth, she attempts to bypass any icebreakers by flashing the girl a bright smile. ]

It will still get cold if you rely only on the fire.

[cachemoney]

[Fiona has seen this girl around before -- she's a little difficult to ignore, given the lack of women on the team, let alone ones in this girl's age bracket -- but she's never really had a reason to approach her before. Now she does, though, and she plops down next to her by the fire. Talking comes easily to her, and she knows an introvert when she sees one; time to try and drag her out of that shell.]

You look like you're waiting for the ground to swallow you up. I promise, this kind of thing is a lot more fun when you're older.