DragonDreamer’s Comments (group member since Mar 24, 2020)

DragonDreamer’s comments from the ᗪEᐯOᒪᑌTIOᑎ -A Semi-Advanced RP group.

Cyrus's lips quirked at the mention of Orion's gift. "As always, you're too kind, Orion." He took another sip from his drink. The thought of Mr. Slater continued to itch at the back of his mind. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite place it. He shook off the thought. This wasn't the time. He had guests to entertain. Cyrus would simply have one of his androids inquire after James later to check in and be done with it.

"If I can repay the favor in any way, I trust you won't hesitate to let me know." He nodded, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to. Hold tight for the entertainers, though. The dancers should be arriving shortly and I think you'll enjoy the performance." Cyrus excused himself and made his way to speak with his head android butler and make his rounds with the other important party attendees.

"Unfortunately, we are fresh out of gold medals, so I got you a Gold Rush instead." Cyrus grinned, handing over the drink. "My apologies for taking so long. It seemed that Mr. Slater had a bit much to drink and a couple of his friends were taking him home. I never pegged him for such a lightweight." Cyrus shrugged. Something about the encounter felt a bit odd, but it wasn't the first time someone drank beyond their limit at one of Cyrus's parties. "I am glad to see you managed to entertain yourself in my absence. I hope my gaming system is up to your standards." Cyrus clinked glasses with Orion before taking a sip.

Do the thing!

Searching for his friend, Cyrus came upon a growing cluster of gamers. They appeared to be circling a couple of players wearing VR sets, Orion being one of them. There was no mistaking his particular hair color amongst the crowd, but what really gave him away was the precision and skill with which he played. His movements were graceful and flawless, almost as though the virtual realm came to him easier than reality.

Cyrus sidled up to the sidelines to get a better view of the excitement. The particular game they were playing wasn't one of Orion's, though some of the mechanics were similar to a few titles his company produced. Cyrus enjoyed games himself, though would never claim to be anywhere near Orion's level of expertise.

woo! what did you decide on?

Happy New Year :) Hope everyone is doing well!

Merry Christmas everyone :)

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Cyrus grinned, grabbing his friend's empty glass. "Here's to hoping it will hold your salvation in it then." He chuckled. "I've got just the thing in mind. I'm certain you'll like it. Go mingle for a bit and I'll find you in a few minutes." He nodded and made his way back towards the bar.

"Master Cyrus." The bartender addressed him, bowing politely.

"Gregor, get me a Gold Rush and a Rusty Nail-" Out of the corner of his eye, the young heir noticed a trio with one of their members whining loudly and stumbling his steps. He didn't quite recognize them, but the drunk one looked somewhat familiar. "Actually, I'll be right back in a moment, hold that thought."

"Yes, sir." Gregor nodded obediently.

Cyrus pursued the drunken group, catching up with them as they were headed out the door. A young woman and man who were unfamiliar to Cyrus but clearly dressed for the party were supporting a drunken young man Cyrus could finally recall.
"James Slater! You are in poor shape, sir." Cyrus bent down to look James in the eye. They had only met once or twice, but James was the son of a new money family that Cyrus's family occasionally did business with. He had light brown curly hair that was falling in front of his eyes, but Cyrus was still able to make out that they were glassy and red. He was whining and groaning unintelligibly, clearly drunk.

"He had, like, way too much you know?" The woman giggled. A pretty, petite thing with tight blonde curls and heavy eye makeup.

"We were going to make sure he gets home safe. We didn't want him making a mess at your party. He would never forgive himself, you know." The man shook his head. He was a lanky, tan-skinned boy with shoulder-length straight red hair and a scar running from his eyebrow to his cheekbone.

"Right..." Cyrus nodded. They seemed sincere, but he couldn't quite place their faces. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met before. Who are you both?"

The woman blinked, but her smile was unchanged. "Oh, we're James' friends. He invited us to the party. Said you throw some of the best! And we're like omg sign us up. Right?" She looked to her companion.

"Yeah, right." He nodded. "We are James' classmates from school. Thanks for having us man, it's been a blast, but we really should get James back."

"Sure, but -" But before Cyrus had a chance to ask again, they were hurrying out the door and he heard some concerning sounds coming from the couple that was getting a little too up close and personal with his houseplant and prioritized intervening that troubling situation. The memory of the odd guests lingered, but Cyrus decided to pay it no mind as he settled back into party host mode.

The heir returned to the bar to pick up his drinks again and went to search for Orion.

Cyrus laughed at Orion's lackadaisical response. "Clearly your genius is lost on your team. I'm sure your second-in-command will have a book of ideas on your desk first thing tomorrow, though. Again, very glad she didn't make it this evening." He took another sip of his drink. The buzz was starting to hit just right that he felt lighter and warm, but still aware and in control. He glanced at Orion's glass briefly. "Do you need another drink or still doing good with your current one? I could grab you something."

Cyrus snorted in agreement, "It's been quite some time indeed. I just hope those cynthcoke junkies can just avoid getting high until later into the evening. Last time they were tweaking before the main event even started which really put a damper on the whole aesthetic." He sighed nostalgically. Damn junkies He thought to himself somewhat bitterly. "But perhaps that's just me." He shrugged nonchallantly. "Anyways, I suppose we will have to wait with the rest of high society. Oh, and I haven't heard about what you're working on with Vortex lately? Anything intriguing enough to hold me over until the EvrTech launch?" He asked curiously.

"I wish I could disagree, but I can't. Sometimes I get tired of all the updates and think we might try a more retro fashion, but then they come up with the next thing and before I know it, I've already ordered it." Cyrus shrugs in mock resign. "I suppose I should just arrive with a blank check in hand to the party. Save myself some time. I haven't heard any intel on the new products either. Have you?" He inquires, taking a sip of his drink.

A detective, huh? Hugh's mouth twitched towards a frown. The police didn't bother coming around the slums much unless someone was causing trouble for the higher classes. Not only this, but it was rare for crimes committed in the slums to find any real justice through the likes of the police. As such, visits weren't welcome, but slum-dwellers were hardly in any position to refuse lest they make things worse.

Hugh sighs, eyeing the man with renewed caution and skepticism. "I am. What brings you to my shop, Detective?" Hugh does little to hide the distaste in his voice, but he answers O Ceallachain nonetheless. He crosses his arms and leans back onto the countertop.

The white-haired heir offered an appreciative snort. "Cheers to your fresh face, then." Cyrus takes another sip of his drink. "Speaking of fresh faces, I believe EvrTech is back at it again. I wonder what the latest for the season will be this time. I'm sure their launch party will be one for the books as well." He motioned at one of his androids to redirect the plant-loving couple to a more secluded corner. "I trust you and your second in command will be in attendance as well? Though I hope she isn't here, I do prefer to enjoy these get-togethers without talking about business."

Cyrus clinked glasses in greeting to Orion, then peered back into the living room where indeed, a couple was getting somewhat hot and heavy near an unfortunate ficus. Cyrus sighed and cocked his head to the side. "Are they the same ones that were humping your couch at your last soiré? Elites these days are becoming more and more strange... I almost not even phased anymore. I'll just buy another one tomorrow. Definitely going to have to get the pool drained, cleaned, and refilled, which will be its own headache." He pouted and shook his head. "The things I do for these people. Of course, I have to keep up with you somehow, right? You may hold my previous party king title, but I can't let others think I've lost my touch either." He grinned mischievously, taking a sip of his drink.

Hugh was busying himself with managing his books when he heard the door chime sound. A gruff-looking man was walking in with a serious air about him. Not that such men weren't abundant around these parts, but Hugh doubted this man was here for flowers. He hoped he wasn't with some property inspector to come and tell him he wasn't meeting some building safety standard or some s*** to put him out of business.

Hugh had worked hard to build his business literally from the ground up. Sure, not many people wanted to buy plants in these parts, but he had gotten creative on that front expanding to business in wealthier neighborhoods and catering to some unique plants that required more care than what the factories could produce.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asked, setting down his book and pen before approaching the stranger.

Music thumped throughout Cyrus's penthouse as the host made his way through an abundance of party-goers. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand and the hand of a pretty woman in the other as he led her out to the balcony. There were several guests making the most of their time in Cyrus's pool along with a game of chicken and a group of people at the poolside playing some sort of drinking game.

"I believe I saw Harrod out here somewhere... there he is! Harrod! Your girlfriend is looking for you!"

A shaggy headed guy with a top knot looks over after he finishes chugging a beer with the drinking game crowd. "Saeris! Love!"

"Babyyyy!" The girl immediately jumped on her man and started kissing him. Cyrus chuckled to himself and went to nurse his drink at the edge of the balcony where he could properly enjoy the nightscape of the city. His head was buzzing pleasantly with alcohol and he'd already talked with a few people this evening who managed to catch his eye. As it was, the night was going well and the young heir was in a pleasant mood.

๖ۣۜSαᴙαh wrote: "DragonDreamer wrote: "How about with Hugh? We could do it at his flower shop maybe unless he was called into the police station for some reason?"

I can send him to the flower shop. I'll just read ..."

sounds good sarah :)

Marianne and Callum live in a small one bed, one bath apartment in the slums. It's not much, but they call it home. Despite the constant maintenance issues and a few spots on the ceiling from water damage, the home is relatively sturdy. Mari even managed to decorate the apartment a bit thanks to her jobs when the families were redecorating and instructed her to dispose of some items here and there. She doesn't live in the safest neighborhood, but they haven't had any issues yet, thankfully.

Ji Mei wrote: "DragonDreamer wrote: "yeah that works. I don't mind holding a party at Cyrus's place either"

Then let's do that. :)"

I can start then :)