[open] lookin' for the love getaway.

[babbylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and everyone visiting Heaven's Feel!
When: 5/1—5/8
Where: Caissa, Heaven's Feel storefront
What: The grand opening of Heaven's Feel, Caissa's premier matchmaking service, has arrived! Stop by for food, drinks, and some friendly fun with your fellow Heroes! ...or maybe even pick up a date, who knows.
Rating: General audiences, except for Gil's threads because he was pretty much making out with everyone. Tread carefully.

Heaven's Feel



[Maybe you've heard, or maybe you haven't, but there's a new business in town. It's plastered everywhere, posted on the side of every building and shouted from the end of every street corner in Caissa. Heaven's Feel, Heaven's Feel, come fly with the angels at Heaven's Feel! Really, who writes something so cheesy? The owner must be a real piece of work, you think, yet there's something enticing about the sound of it...

If you do decide to stop by within the first week of May, you'll find a massive celebration awaiting you: the celebration of opening day! Eager workers wave down anyone who gets close, with offers of wine tasting, sweet treats, and even speed dating. The store's interior bustles with activity as visitors fill out cute little survey cards in hopes of a hook-up. The owner in question can be found mingling in the crowd, bartending, and drawing charcoal caricatures of couples for a nominal fee.

Overall, the atmosphere is one of excitement. Hop right in! There's plenty of room for lounging on the cushy furniture, and plenty of time to find your own hottie.

...or perfectly platonic friend. Look, we're not judging or anything.]

Comments

[topkong]

[ Wukong's definitely eyeing the bounty of cupcakes before him. All kinds of colors and assumed flavors, it's hard for him to just pick one! Then again, there are so many... so maybe he'll be picking up more than just one. Maybe one dozen. Two dozen? A billion? Okay, he's getting ahead of himself... somewhere between two dozen and a billion will suffice. He picks one up as Adra approaches. ]

Hey, Adra! [ A bright, friendly smile for the elf who presumably made the delicious confections in front of them. But that smile falls into concern as the elf starts to fall directly onto him and he puts the cake down to catch him... ]

Whoa! You okay, buddy?

[hymnals]

[ Adra steadies himself with one hand against Wukong's forearm. Oof. He is not doing well with his equilibrium right now. How truly embarrassing. ]

Not ... so much, no.

[ He blinks up at Wukong, clearing his throat, realizing he's never actually touched the other man (monkey) before. ]

Your fur is really soft.

[ Did you know that, Wukong? ]

[topkong]

I keep it really soft for times like these, when someone is nearly falling all over me.

[ Is he smooth? No, he's just being honest. Best to be very critical about grooming, one never knows when it may come in handy. ]

... did you make all of these cupcakes, Adra?

[ He asks, as he tries to get him back to a normal position, reaching back to support the baker's back. ]

[hymnals]

[ He straightens up, a bit stiffly, feeling the usual sense of fear and alarm at being touched. The alcohol dulls it, though, muffles the noise in his head, slows the release of adrenaline. Everything feels languid and intertwined; his thoughts rise and slip away like fish. He exhales slowly. ]

I did, yes.

[ He adds, after a beat, because he's clearly just saying whatever set of words he can hold onto at present -- ]

It was quite a bit of work, but people seem pleased. So--I'm glad.

[topkong]

[ As soon as Adra is able to stand without slumping over--- Wukong will cautiously let him go, especially after that slight (but noticeable) reaction, and start to clean up the one cake that had to be sacrificed for Adra's safety. ]

There's so many. You must have spent all day doing this.

[ Mostly because Wukong doesn't know how many ingredients are needed, how much time has to be spent prepping batter and frosting, or the length of time everything needs to bake? But he can appreciate it and can see others are as well! ]

... you know, I knew a human woman who used to put cupcakes in bear traps. 'Yordle Snap Traps', she called them. [ He slowly picks one of the mini-cakes, licking the frosting. It brings a smile to his face, it's just sweet enough. ]

I never fell for one.

[ He's a liar. ]

[hymnals]

Two days, to be precise--

[ He pauses, eyes widening, and blurts out in a gasp. ]

Traps? Who would use pastries for evil? That's horrible!

[topkong]

... a sheriff. A deputy of the law. You know, now that I think about it, that's pretty inhumane. Honestly, they didn't actually hurt that badly, they were more of a way to keep someone from moving so she could get a better line of sight with her rifle.

[ He pales, thinking about the repercussions. Thankfully, chewing on the cupcake in his hand keeps him from saying anything more until after he finishes it. ]

But hey! Thank you for the tasty cake. [ A beat, then: ] So, what exactly is this place for, other than eating?

[ He came for the free food, after all. ]

[hymnals]

[ Adra has no love for law enforcement, as evidenced by his (slightly wobbly) scowl. ]

That's just the kind of disingenuous trick a government sycophant would pull. 'Law' is often nothing more than an excuse for officially sanctioned thug--

[ He pauses at the question, stops, huffs. Sways.

Rolls his eyes. ]

This? This is just a way for Gil to amass money and bed warmers.

[topkong]

[ Huh. That's some sort of reaction from Adra, possibly influenced by the tipsiness that Wukong could see? He always considered Caitlin to be a pretty good person though fixated on her job. Nevertheless, she always had a nice spread laid out for visitors...

Catching himself being distant in thought, he blinks. Money and bed warmers? ]

... oh, I see. Can't he just buy bed warmers with the money he makes, or...?

[ If anyone tried to, the sound of air blowing through his headfur could be heard. ]

[hymnals]

I'm talking about people to sleep with, Wukong. Though I guess your point still stands.

[ But, that being said, Adra can't deny the warm, happy chatter of people around him. People relaxing, enjoying themselves. People, for a moment, at peace. ]

Even so ... I think we can do some good.

[topkong]

Same difference.

[ People can warm beds, just like... well, warm things in bed. That's it, right? Yeah. But he nods with a goofy smile on his face. ]

And that's the most important part... I'm glad. We should be finding ways to do good without having to fight as much as we can.

[ Mostly because the war is inevitable, but there's nothing that says making the time outside of it as pleasant as possible was illegal.

And for some reason, seeing Adra equally pleased with the results of his labors, makes Wukong's smile stay lighthearted and innocent. ]

... these are very tasty. Perhaps one day, you could open your own bake shop.

[hymnals]

[ He smiles tiredly, because he's glad that Wukong can see what he was getting at. ]

That's right. It might be frivolous, but frivolity keeps a person sane. So I decided to help, even though the whole concept isn't really to my taste.

[ He shrugs, glancing at the cupcake-laden tables. ]

For now, this place is my bake shop.

[topkong]

Funny! Your frivolity is probably the most enjoyable thing here.

[ Not saying his exploration of the entire building wasn't, but he found himself most relaxed around food and not necessarily a large crowd of people. ]

I'll have to come back again soon, when I have a craving for tiny cakes. Or do you think I could smuggle some out with me...

[ Is taking food to hide in his bedroom acceptable? It should be. ]

[hymnals]

[ It's not something he'd advocate for himself -- he's eaten almost nothing today, which is partly why the wine was so inadvisable -- but he's gratified to see other people so relaxed. So carefree, if only for a moment.

He just sighs at Wukong's suggestion, albeit fondly. ]

Unless you have a box, they'll just make a mess. Frosting tends to get everywhere, you know.

[topkong]

Ha! Then I guess I'll have to go find one of those after I'm done cramming as many of these in my face as possible.

[ Wukong plans on taking care of as many as he can. After all, who knows if the last cupcake he eats is the last one he sees in a long time? ]

Anyway, Adra. You should really rest. Lie down. Have a cake. Maybe avoid the drink? Relaxing really should be your priority... after all, who knows when you'll have to make more cupcakes?

[ A smile, as he prepares to dig into another cake. ]

[hymnals]

[ With Adra around, the time between eating a cupcake and not eating a cupcake will always be blissfully short.

He waves off Wukong's apparent concern dismissively. ]

I do know -- tomorrow, probably. And I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Just.

[ He yawns. ]

Enjoy yourself.