A Cho is at the party early, bringing in trays of hot food and the containers of the mixed drinks to set things up. She also has a tote bag full of additional origami decorations, some folded the night before during her bout of insomnia, and some temporarily removed from their spots around her room, where they've been serving as permanent decoration to make the place seem a little less alien. Once she gets the food set up, she moves around the space with her bag, a stepladder, and a roll of tape. An extra helper, or even just someone to hand her tape strips and steady the stepladder, would be very welcome. As would the conversation. Mostly, though, it's the steadying hand on the ladder. In hindsight, she probably should have brought some flats to wear for this part of the day, but she just hates giving up the extra few inches of height that the heels give her, and she doesn't have any flats that match her dress.
B Once the festivities have actually gotten underway, Cho takes the time to get herself some food and enjoy that warm fuzzy feeling that she gets from seeing people enjoy the taste of something she's made. Ami had a really great idea with this party, and Cho didn't realize how much she needed the distraction. People seem to be enjoying themselves, and after everything that's gone on in the last few months, it's very much needed. She tries to keep her eye on the food and drinks, scanning for when something seems to be running low. She's made extra of everything. All of the meats will keep well, and can be re-purposed over the week in other meals.
Whenever something looks like it's about to run out, she takes a little wheeled cart, and makes her way back to the mess hall kitchen to get the back-up. Which means she spends a fair bit of time scurrying between the two locations, pushing food through the city and resisting the urge to push the cart fast enough to ride on.
She is only marginally successful in that regard. Especially when it's empty. Nothing wrong with having a little fun, right?
C It takes Cho a while to notice the music. The volume is low, and the chatter of conversation is high, and she's not really sure it isn't intentional. Somehow. She doesn't like house music all that much, and so it takes her a while to focus on it enough to confirm that, yes, it is the exact same song playing over and over and over again. Which, all right, even if it is intentional, surely Ami wouldn't get super mad at her for wanting just a little break.
Which leaves Cho crouched by the sound system with her ipod, trying to make sense of the thing. The speakers are working. All she wants is to have them play from a different source. That's got to be possible. Right? Maybe.
D All in all, aside from a few hiccups, the party seems to be pretty self sustaining. People make their own entertainment, and Cho joins them. She eats a little bit of everything, and nurses a single drink for most of the evening. After a while, bolstered by the presence of other people, which must surely lessen the chances of getting stuck in them, she even tries a few of the games. For the most part, though, she just circulates around the edges of the crowd, watching people enjoying themselves. This is nice, for her. It feels almost normal. Throwing parties, being social, forming community. It's nice and normal and extremely comforting.
[[OOC: I don't like writing in brackets, so I'm a prose only person. I don't mind if styles don't match, though, if you only write brackets.]]
Cho Takahashi | OTA
Cho is at the party early, bringing in trays of hot food and the containers of the mixed drinks to set things up. She also has a tote bag full of additional origami decorations, some folded the night before during her bout of insomnia, and some temporarily removed from their spots around her room, where they've been serving as permanent decoration to make the place seem a little less alien. Once she gets the food set up, she moves around the space with her bag, a stepladder, and a roll of tape. An extra helper, or even just someone to hand her tape strips and steady the stepladder, would be very welcome. As would the conversation. Mostly, though, it's the steadying hand on the ladder. In hindsight, she probably should have brought some flats to wear for this part of the day, but she just hates giving up the extra few inches of height that the heels give her, and she doesn't have any flats that match her dress.
B
Once the festivities have actually gotten underway, Cho takes the time to get herself some food and enjoy that warm fuzzy feeling that she gets from seeing people enjoy the taste of something she's made. Ami had a really great idea with this party, and Cho didn't realize how much she needed the distraction. People seem to be enjoying themselves, and after everything that's gone on in the last few months, it's very much needed. She tries to keep her eye on the food and drinks, scanning for when something seems to be running low. She's made extra of everything. All of the meats will keep well, and can be re-purposed over the week in other meals.
Whenever something looks like it's about to run out, she takes a little wheeled cart, and makes her way back to the mess hall kitchen to get the back-up. Which means she spends a fair bit of time scurrying between the two locations, pushing food through the city and resisting the urge to push the cart fast enough to ride on.
She is only marginally successful in that regard. Especially when it's empty. Nothing wrong with having a little fun, right?
C
It takes Cho a while to notice the music. The volume is low, and the chatter of conversation is high, and she's not really sure it isn't intentional. Somehow. She doesn't like house music all that much, and so it takes her a while to focus on it enough to confirm that, yes, it is the exact same song playing over and over and over again. Which, all right, even if it is intentional, surely Ami wouldn't get super mad at her for wanting just a little break.
Which leaves Cho crouched by the sound system with her ipod, trying to make sense of the thing. The speakers are working. All she wants is to have them play from a different source. That's got to be possible. Right? Maybe.
D
All in all, aside from a few hiccups, the party seems to be pretty self sustaining. People make their own entertainment, and Cho joins them. She eats a little bit of everything, and nurses a single drink for most of the evening. After a while, bolstered by the presence of other people, which must surely lessen the chances of getting stuck in them, she even tries a few of the games. For the most part, though, she just circulates around the edges of the crowd, watching people enjoying themselves. This is nice, for her. It feels almost normal. Throwing parties, being social, forming community. It's nice and normal and extremely comforting.
[[OOC: I don't like writing in brackets, so I'm a prose only person. I don't mind if styles don't match, though, if you only write brackets.]]