[open] they're playin' my song, I know I'm gonna be okay

[babbylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and everybody! Seriously, everyone's welcome to tag in.
When: Shortly following the Heroes' return from the dungeon.
Where: Carnival Phantasm, Caissa
What: It's a threeway mingle for Caissa's hottest businesses: Carnival Phantasm, Independent Action, and Heaven's Feel. Come get a taste of each!
Rating: General audiences, most likely.

Welcome to Caissa!



CARNIVAL PHANTASM

[Today, Carnival Phantasm has its doors open to the public. The fake sakura tree in the room seemed to be blooming through the power of some magic and the combination of sakura petals and glitter added to the festive atmosphere. Irisviel was quite serious when she meant for the place to have a party, fantastical feel. The smell of tea wafted through the air, the music played gently in the background and everything was set for Caissa's First Maid and Butler Cafe.

In the welcoming area would be the stations for Heaven's Feel and Independent Action that were set up for Gilgamesh's and Caren's businesses. A sign up sheet was also present on the wall for anyone interested for jobs at the cafe.

The proprietor herself was dressed in her maid outfit, flitting between the welcoming area, seating area and kitchen. She was also making sure that her platoon of maids and butlers were doing well and the customers were satisfied. If anyone was causing trouble, Irisviel would descend upon them and rain down the punishment of the heavens (in other words, throw them out or let Nobunaga get to them).

At the back of the cafe was a small stage. Whenever a substantial crowd of people had gathered during the festivities, Irisviel would step forward with a microphone and make a short speech addressing them all.

"Hello everyone, thank you for coming and supporting Carnival Phantasm! This wouldn't have been possible without the help of Caren and Gilgamesh, so please patronize Independent Action and Heaven's Feel as well. So please enjoy the food and drink, challenge your maids and butlers to a round of games or take a picture—I guarantee that Carnival Phantasm will take you away from the real world for a brief moment to somewhere fantastical! Kyu~~n. ♡"

And so the festivities would continue.]

INDEPENDENT ACTION

[Caren's station in the Carnival Phantasm may seem to be understated compared to the others. Instead of fancy glitter or anything similar, she's gone with an understated look. Crates have been placed around, and while some of them are clearly for atmosphere (they have rocks if anyone peeks inside) there are others that hold containers for tea, new tea pots, flasks, and various assorted items. What’s with those strange looking flowers...?

There is a tea station set up in front of the crates, with seating area around it. All tea samples are free! While they rotate throughout the day with other teas (Manatea and Enchantea being the most notable), there are the teas that are made for Carnival Phantasm and Heaven's Feel. Dirtea is made with Carnvial Phantasm in mind, which is a vanilla oolong that cleanses your heart and mind. Connectivitea was made for Heaven’s Feel, and is a black tea and chai blend, with cinnamon, cloves, and has golden glittery hearts that make the tea into a golden experience.]

HEAVEN'S FEEL

[Gilgamesh has gone all out for his station, suited to his ostentatious personality. He's cordoned off a section with golden streamers and designated it as a "speed dating" area, so those interested can fill out their own cards and get matched on the spot with their fellows! Tasty cakes and pastries are provided free of charge, and there are also a few representatives floating around to offer information about the business. Naturally, Gilgamesh is on call to assist with any and all needs, dressed in a stunning number of his own.

But it's not all romance! Anyone seeking friendships, business partners, and beneficial alliances are encouraged to make use of their services and sign up. Every so often Gilgamesh can be seen hosting fun games, too, such as musical chairs and trivia. Although much of the trivia curiously seems to be centered around Gilgamesh himself...

Gilgamesh is easily the most boisterous among the three, so if you're not doing anything, expect to get pulled over into his general sphere of influence.]

(( More info about the featured businesses can be found on their respective pages, as linked. Don't forget to fill out a card with Heaven's Feel while you're there! Just to clarify, this log takes place at Carnival Phantasm; all businesses are represented in the same area, so feel free to tag among the stations however you please! Get out there and mingle, guys!

As a final note, all business are also open to hiring! If you're interested in employment, just check out those pages and sign right up. ))

Comments

[rulayracing]

[It's a shame the cute isn't working this time. Mikleo only relents a little bit at the question.]

No, stay. I appreciate that you came out here for me.

[The seraph flips to a clean page in his notepad, ignoring the fact that Sorey's eyes occasionally look down at his legs. As far as he's concerned, Mikleo doesn't mind the brunet looking at him.]

What would you like?

[openhanded]

O-okay.

[Oof, he's totally in the doghouse. Him and his stupid mouth.]

Can I have a... a parfait? Please? That sounds good right now.

[And maybe a tall glass of water, god damn. Mikleo just looks so nice.]

[rulayracing]

[Writing that down. Simple as the order is, there are other people he's serving, too.]

Alright. Anything to drink?

[Sorey can get the best tall glass of water from him.]

[openhanded]

Just water is fine.

[GOD..................... maybe coming here was a bad idea, he's just making eyes at Mikleo the whole time. Mikleo's doing a good job ignoring them, though.]

[rulayracing]

[Jots it.]

Right. I'll be back with your order.

[Mikleo turns, a little too fast so he accidentally makes the skirt swish over his legs, whoops. As he walks, the seraph concentrates so that there's an ice cube sitting uncomfortably in Sorey's pants. Revenge is best served cold, as they say!

He comes back with the parfait and water after checking on the other guests he's in charge of. He sets the two in front of his friend. His more relaxed body language says that he's forgiven Sorey, now.]

Hey, pick one of the games and I can sit and chat with you for a bit.

[openhanded]

[Sorey covers his mouth out of embarrassment as Mikleo turns. He sure fucked that up... but he's not sure he deserves the ice prank.

... no, he totally deserves the ice prank.

He yelps loudly enough to make someone at a neighboring table look over-- and he knows he's as red as the accents on his uniform now.]

S-- sorry! It's nothing! Sorry! [He has to do a little bit of a dance before sitting down again and look as casual as possible about it. This only makes him look more insane, unfortunately.

When Mikleo comes back for him, Sorey's slumped over the table with his head in his arms. He looks absolutely wretched-- like a dog left in the cold. The food looks good, but he isn't about to dig into it yet.]

I'm sorrryyyy...

[rulayracing]

[Mikleo's so glad to be a water-specialized Queen. The little things in life just get so much better.

He pats Sorey's shoulder, still needing to be professional, but otherwise looks unapologetic.]

I think you've learned your lesson, right, Sorey? So, you're forgiven.

[openhanded]

[He's not sure what there was to learn, considering it was an accident, but if Mikleo's not mad at him then all is well. He sits up properly.]

I feel bad for making you do work. [He huffs a sigh.] Do you know how to play the thing with the ships?

[rulayracing]

[Mikleo waves that aside as he sits down and starts setting up the game.]

Yeah, I taught myself how to play. I figured it'd be better in the long run to know before the cafe opened up.

[Pieces doled out, the seraph considers where to spread out his pieces on his side of the board. At least his legs are no longer a visual distraction to Sorey.]

Basically, the goal is to sink all of your opponent's ships. You call out a coordinate and if it hits a ship, you get another turn. You lose your turn if you miss. Simple enough, right?

[openhanded]

So it's a strategy game.

[Sorey can multitask, so he shovels parfait into his mouth with one hand while setting pieces with the other. He finds out pretty quick that they can't be placed diagonally. That's a shame.]

These ships don't look anything like the ships at home. [That's because there's no Tales version of kancolle, dumbass.]

[rulayracing]

[Sometimes, he amazes Mikleo with how well he multi-tasks when it comes to food. Shaking his head slightly, the seraph finishes placing his pieces.]

I imagine it's because they're more in line with Caissa's ship design. Youngest goes first.

[Mwahaha, it's so nice being the oldest!]

How's the parfait?

[openhanded]

[He wants to talk and spend time with Mikleo! But it's true that he's good at multitasking. Look, the parfait's already halfway gone.]

It's really good! [He squints at being called the youngest, though. It's true but still, rude.] Did you make it? No, wait, of course you didn't make it. You're waiting on people right now. Do they know you can cook?

Also, uh, C-19.

[rulayracing]

[Sorey is a veritable vacuum where snacks go to die horrible, painful deaths.

Mikleo just smirks a little at that squint before nodding.]

Yeah, I mentioned it. I'll be part-timing as a cook, too. Today, though, I'll be full-time wait staff. Seemed like they'd need more help with that on opening day.

You missed. B8?

[openhanded]

... You really don't mind the uniform? It's not... um. [He scritches his cheek.] Too breezy?

[THAT IS A VERY SHORT SKIRT... but there's some lace. Oh, so much lace.]

Miss. D-3?

[rulayracing]

[Sorey gets a flat look, though there's a faint blush to Mikleo's cheeks as he shuffles in his seat awkwardly.]

It's not as 'breezy' as the other outfit. Besides, I'm only wearing the maid uniform for half the time. The other half I'm in the butler one.

[The lace helps a lot to cover him up. Though, it seems like it still attracts a certain someone's eyes.]

Miss. [Barely. Jeez.] A5?

[openhanded]

I-- I guess that's true. I'm not the one wearing it, so... [And he's not complaining, but he also wants to make sure Mikleo is comfortable.]

Ah, hit. Go again. [He moves to finish off his parfait.]

[rulayracing]

You could if you wanted to. They let you try on one of the uniforms. [Mikleo sighs softly. He knows that's not what Sorey's getting at. His lavender eyes flicker over to the brunet's face.] Honestly, it's comfortable. I just need to watch how I move and sit.

[The seraph frowns a little as he thinks. Only three possible directions...and he's not sure if he's hit the one with two pegs in it.]

A4?

[openhanded]

[Sorey almost chokes at that.] Uh. Wouldn't it-- it wouldn't fit. And I doubt I could pull it off. B-but if you really wanted me too, I could try? [He sinks down a little bit, as if that might hide his blush.] I-I'm glad it's comfortable, though.

Miss! B-8?

[rulayracing]

[Mikleo smirks in dry amusement.]

Your shoulders might be a bit too broad, but you never know if you don't try. It's up to you, though.

You missed spectacularly. A6?

[openhanded]

[He is so, so red.] Maybe some other time. [It's not a fragile masculinity thing. Not at all. He's just sure he'd look silly, and he doesn't want anyone else to see except Mikleo, so.]

Ah, darn. There it goes. Your turn again.

[rulayracing]

[Oh, no. Sorey isn't getting off the hook that easily!]

I'm holding you to it as a promise.

[It's only fair.]

Down to the briny depths it goes. [Mikleo considers his options. Now it's back to the hunt for Red October.] D10?

[openhanded]

[fsjalkdalkf] What? I didn't promise anything! [oh god what has he gotten into.]

Miss. E-4?

[rulayracing]

[Mikleo casually crosses his arms and turns his head to the side, slightly turning his nose up.]

How many times have you seen me in a dress compared to the other way around?

[They're getting a photo of it, too, goddamn it. He'll frame it and put it on the mantel of their fireplace.]

Miss. C4?

[openhanded]

Oh. [So THAT'S what this is about. Turnabout is fair play and all of that.] I mean, I don't mind dressing up for you, but... [... but everyone else.......................] I'm just saying, I'm going to look terrible.

[That'll be a hilarious mantlepiece for sure.]

Miss. H-2?

[rulayracing]

Please. You'll look fine once we find the right size.

[It'll be the crown jewel.]

Miss. E6?