Usually, Onni wouldn't be particularly interested in attending a party. Crowds aren't something he's entirely comfortable with, even when he knows everyone involved, and here, most people are strangers, he's even less comfortable with it. Still, it is a 'meet and greet' and he's had enough time to deem this place as safe as he possibly could from the Rash, at least, so, finding a reason not to go is a little more difficult than it usually would be. So, he resigns himself to attending.
Onni shows up late, having had to force himself to leave his room, and dressed in his usual tunic and fur cloak. What's a little different than usual is that he has his kantele with him, and is carrying both a bottle of vodka pilfered from the bar and a large blueberry and cream pie, the latter of which he places on the table and labels (oh-so-helpfully) only as Mustikkapiirakka. Not exactly descriptive, since it translates straight to 'blueberry pie,' but anyone brave enough to try it will find it to be delicious.
The one benefit of this party is that people seem to find it acceptable enough to drink, and so he cracks open his vodka and sips it straight from the bottle, like a savage, until he's tipsy enough to get past most of his social anxiety. Once he's pleasantly buzzed, he puts the bottle aside and people-watches for a while - feel free to notice him staring, he's not subtle! After a while, he realizes that the same song (and an awful one at that) is playing over and over in the background, and he's just drunk enough to pull out his kantele and start playing music. Most of what he knows are Finnish folk songs or songs that were popular enough in Finland before the Rash and have managed to survive. Mostly he sticks to upbeat songs that are easy to dance to, but occasionally when his mood flags a little, he might play ballads or more melancholy songs.
Anyone who wants him to sing will have to ply him with far more alcohol than he's had so far.
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Onni shows up late, having had to force himself to leave his room, and dressed in his usual tunic and fur cloak. What's a little different than usual is that he has his kantele with him, and is carrying both a bottle of vodka pilfered from the bar and a large blueberry and cream pie, the latter of which he places on the table and labels (oh-so-helpfully) only as Mustikkapiirakka. Not exactly descriptive, since it translates straight to 'blueberry pie,' but anyone brave enough to try it will find it to be delicious.
The one benefit of this party is that people seem to find it acceptable enough to drink, and so he cracks open his vodka and sips it straight from the bottle, like a savage, until he's tipsy enough to get past most of his social anxiety. Once he's pleasantly buzzed, he puts the bottle aside and people-watches for a while - feel free to notice him staring, he's not subtle! After a while, he realizes that the same song (and an awful one at that) is playing over and over in the background, and he's just drunk enough to pull out his kantele and start playing music. Most of what he knows are Finnish folk songs or songs that were popular enough in Finland before the Rash and have managed to survive. Mostly he sticks to upbeat songs that are easy to dance to, but occasionally when his mood flags a little, he might play ballads or more melancholy songs.
Anyone who wants him to sing will have to ply him with far more alcohol than he's had so far.