etrayalogs | Oh, yes, it's Ladies' Night; And the feeling's right

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✘ original: hanako nurumi

Oh, yes, it's Ladies' Night; And the feeling's right

WHO: rosie & ladies of etraya!
WHEN: during mission 004
WHERE: her house in moorecraft
WHAT: Rosie is given the 'task' of hosting a get-together
NOTES\WARNINGS: mild nsfw for mention of sex toys briefly, but threads will be marked if necessary!

LADIES NIGHT

As people start to 'settle in' to their lives on Moorecraft, Rosie has the idea to spice things up a bit thanks to the tasks they've been given. All the women of the neighborhood - whether teen or adult - will receive an invitation hand-delivered by the blonde to a friendly weekend get-together. There will be family-friendly fun for the teenagers, but once they go to sleep it'll be time for the adults to enjoy themselves.

The only real rule will be no boys allowed*. No pretend-husbands, brothers, or sons- This is a ladies' night, after all!

(*Angel Dust will be an exception as Rosie's 'bestie' of honor.)

❥ Men are also not allowed but that doesn't mean they can't try to crash the party or get caught trying to do so. Just be careful about curfew and know that it might look bad on any men who do find their way in the midst of this get-together.

❥ Although not set in stone or all-inclusive, Rosie has made a basic itinerary for the evening below.

❥ Her house is the standard layout and, unfortunately, she doesn't have anything to really hide. People are free to try though! The most scandalous thing they'll discover is her vibrator collection but she won't actually be ashamed about that.

6:00PM

Dinnertime! As people arrive, they'll be encouraged to put in their pizza order. Did you think Rosie was cooking? Ha, good one. There will also be dessert in the form of various flavors of ice cream. There's even mochi! That one was made by Rosie and - despite her self-proclaimed lack of culinary skills - pretty good.

8:00 PM

Party games! Although more for the teen girls than anything, Rosie won't stop any of the ladies from participating. Some suggestions, but not an exhaustive list are: Truth or Dare, Scavenger Hunt, Spin The Bottle (of nail polish), Blindfolded Make-up, Board Games, and so on!

10:00 PM
(Teenagers)

Movie! What's a sleepover without making a pillow fort and watching a scary movie together? This will actually be a bit of a distraction for the teenagers over since...

11:00 PM
(Adults)

Drinks! Gossiping! While the teens are pre-occupied with a movie, Rosie will round up the adult women for the evening to have some cocktails (or beer, if preferred) and talk about their lives so far in Moorecraft. The good, the bad, and everything in-between! Nothing is off the table.

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❥ party games.

"Look, I promise, I know what I'm doing!"

... are often famous last words from a blindfolded woman. At least the stakes in this case aren't quite as dire as life or death. Some might consider a bad make-up job to be in similar categories, but Rosie hopes everyone knows it's all in good fun. Although unable to see, she isn't shy in the slightest about touch.

"Okay, hold on, just-" she fusses, pressing her fingertips to the other woman's lips. "Aha! There." Now, she'll grab a lipstick container. No, that's mascara. ...a lipstick container! No, that's eyeliner. ... a lipstick container! There, it is. She pops off the top and swivels it up before finding her place again on the other woman's face and rolling it against her lips.

With surprisingly nice precision, too. Of course, nice isn't perfect and she might be overlining a little but, look, it's fine. Full lips are in, aren't they? "I hope the color works for your complexion..." That, you know, she still can't see. But she seems to be having fun regardless.

While board games are supposed to be casual fun, Rosie herself didn't get the memo. She's currently in the midst of bargaining during a game of Monopoly.

"Look, if you want Boardwalk, you're going to have to give me something better for it." She's competitive and stubborn which makes for quite the combination when it comes to this board game (or others). "I'm not giving it up for less than a full set."

❥ late night gossiping.

Wearing a cute pink slip for the remainder of the evening, Rosie has gathered all the older ladies away from the horror movie happenings and into the kitchen. She closes the door on the living room and has the table set with wine, beer, a charcuterie board, and leftover pizza from earlier.

She sits down though at the head of the table with purpose and asks: "Alright, ladies. One of our tasks is to gossip, so- I'm curious! How's everyone doing with their little family units? Feel free to mention any difficulties, too, since y'know... All this is kind of new and strange for a lot of us! I get it." No judgement in her tone or expected, naturally, and she's more than happy to start.

"I actually never considered myself a nuclear family gal, but it's not so bad. Well, aside from how often I nearly crash the minivan."

❥ wildcard/pwm.

(( people are free to make their own top-levels and mingle! this is a no-pressure and chill kind of fun get-together for the ladies of Moorecraft Village and some SOL/domestic funsies.

you can hit me up @ tentamenace on plurk or discord for other ideas, plans, etc. you may want to approach w/this too! also feel free to wiggle in any tasks for your characters to complete as you need! ))

Yelena figures it’s just as well to be at this party, she could use a drink, if nothing else, and she could use it as a way of networking.

Wine glass in hand, she settles at one end of the couch, tucking her legs to her side as Rosie kicks off the gossip hour. “I was never supposed to be a mother,” she won’t get into why unless someone really wants to know, “I am not sure I am well-suited to it.”

That's perfectly fine by Rosie. Any reason is a good (enough) reason to be at this party, she thinks, and especially if it gets people talking. Maybe Rosie missed that most about her old job more than she realized; even for the difficulties of it, some people really did have such fascinating stories.

"You know," she adds, "I'm not sure I am either, actually. Not that I was never supposed to, just- Never imagined it as a possibility, I think!" A tilt of her head, considering. That wasn't too much, right?

"What are you finding difficult about it?"

"Is 'all of it' too vague of an answer?" she asks with a half-hearted scoff of a laugh. Even if it is vague, it's also true. She doesn't know how to be a mother.

She doesn't remember her biological mother, and her memories of Melina back in Ohio are not as clear as she might like them to be- and her "daughters" aren't that young anyway, how Melina handled her at three and six probably aren't applicable to teenagers.

"Not too vague, but like- I can see why you're overwhelmed in that case!" But Rosie gets it, actually. Although she had the sense to know there was no one-fits-all manual for parenting it's still... difficult, to say the least, to do anything and worry if it was 'right' or not.

"I'll admit, I only... kind of remember my mom? She passed away when I was real young, so. It was just me and my dad for a while. Then, just me." That's about as oblique as she can be without getting into all of that drama. "That's the part I think I find the hardest myself, actually- Anyone needing me? Which sounds silly, maybe."

It's nice, in a way, to feel needed. Like this, though? As a mother? It's more terrifying than anything.

"Yes, that, exactly!" she points with her wine glass when Rosie makes the comment about feeling so strange being needed like this. "I mean- I don't know how much my 'daughters' actually need me, they're definitely old enough to do things on their own, but just the whole- you know, concept of it? And being a wife? It's all ssoo weird."

The point sees a small laugh from the blond. Not at Yelena, just at the idea that she hit the mark without actually meaning to. It's... nice, in a way. Isn't it? To just know she's not alone with those thoughts. That was kind of one of the reasons for all of this with other women. She didn't actually usually get to spend much time around them due to her job before ending up here, so. Why not make up for lost time?

"It is weird! I mean, moreso the mom thing." A hum, considering. "I don't mind being a wife. It's actually been kind of nice. Not that, like, my husband and I have. Done anything!" A pause. "Well, we went on a date because that was one of our tasks but- Just that!" Excuse her as she just

slams back the rest of this glass of wine.

The commiseration is nice, it's something she doesn't get a lot of in her life. Mostly because her life isn't nearly normal enough for that sort of thing with people who weren't in the same or heavily similar situations. But here, they're all in the same boat and it levels that playing field a little bit.

"Really? You fancy yourself a wife one day?" there's no judgment in her tone, only curiosity, because it's not something she can say she's ever pictured for herself personally, and it's kind of interesting to see that role as something else to other people.

She laughs softly into her glass and says, "Sounds like maybe there's more tea to be spilled."

"Nooo," she slightly whines, putting her hands up to her reddening face. And not just for the wine she drank too fast, of course. "No tea, really!" It's true that she and her (very cute, kind) husband haven't done anything besides an obligatory date.

She'd by lying though if she said she didn't like all this more than she let on, so: "I guess I do fancy being a wife though someday, maybe. I don't think it'll happen, really, with the way things are here or home, but... It's been fun! To pretend. Give me a little taste of what could have been in another life, right?"

It's why she's trying to enjoy it, like this, instead of facing the inevitability of losing it all.

Yelena laughs softly, not mocking, just amused by such a big reaction from such a silly little comment. "What did you do on your little date?"

She sips at her wine a little more and nods, she can see where some might feel that way. Playing pretend gets old when it's literally your job, and the novelty of it all sort of wears down, eventually. But it's kind of nice to see it in someone else, that little twinge of enjoyment in it, unladen with years of coercion underneath it all.

"Yeah, it is kind of nice, I guess, in it's own way," she muses with a little bit of a nod.

Playing pretend was part of her job, too, but not like this. This, she got to choose to have fun with versus needing to. With being here, the stakes were much lower and she wasn't expected to put on a farce as a means to an end. Here, she could just actually play pretend and enjoy it for a while.

"Nothing special," she admits. "Just dinner, movie, drinks. He did... indulge me a little bit though." And knowing her, that might sound a bit more scandalous than she meant for it to. Thankfully, she clarifies quickly after: "I grew up watching lots of, like, romcoms and those things. One of the classic scenes is slow dancing with your partner in your living room together, so- I asked if we could do that and he said sure." It was such a small thing, honestly, but she's glad he humored her still.

Well, on the plus side--- she isn't as bad as Ingrid when it came to makeup, especially considering she's blindfolded. Mercedes hadn't been too sure when she first came here, seeing as she still didn't really know anyone, even less ladies considering the three other people from home were all men. That had also a different set of issues she's... currently getting used to.

However, between the games she was provided, the makeup one seemed like it could potentially be fun, and it wasn't like she plans on going home with it on her face. As long as it was all in good fun...

Though, she's a bit overwhelmed at the choices, and some of those items.

"I think you're doing well, though I'm not too sure how they differ from each other. You're quite confident!"

It wasn't like she was a stranger to makeup, but she's also from a universe that was closer to the Middle Ages than modern times, despite the technology.

Thankfully, Rosie was the only one of her world here that she could tell. It gave her the unique advantage of ~~loneliness~~ making new friends! Honestly, that's one of the reasons for this whole get-together in the first place. While she tends to do better in the company of men, well- That was at home, at least, and here she's finding it fun to just kind of branch out a bit and know her fellow ladies.

"You think?" Rosie asks, careful not to move her hand too much as she perks up with pride at the compliment to her skills. Pausing the game just briefly, she lifts up one edge of the blindfold to peek at Mercedes and smile. "I used to have to do a full face a day so, like, maybe I'm just more familiar... Not a lot of choice where you're from, I'm guessing?"

Whether that's because of the time period or just other limitations, whose to say. She did enjoy learning about other people's worlds though where she could.

"Oh, it's more that I couldn't afford to have a lot, so I usually kept one set only."

It wasn't that she was broke or anything, not as an adopted daughter of a merchant, but there weren't a lot of luxuries she allowed herself anymore.

"But more than that, we did not have some of these things back home. You must simply teach me how to use them later!"

"Well, hey, nothing wrong with that. Means you cherish it more, I think!" Rosie always tries to find a positive spin on things where can, at least. And while used to luxury more than she wasn't in recent years, well... Rosie knows how to rough it with the best of them too. She spent many more years couch-surfing and traveling with nothing but her guitar on her back.

"I'd be happy to teach you whatever I can though! That's one of the fun things about us all being different places, honestly. I feel like we're learning a lot from each other. Even as strange as it all is, too."

"Is that so? I don't think I've been able to give you much in return though."

She starts, thinking about it. The make-up tutorial might seem a bit onesided, when she puts it that way. Sure, she would love to learn more about it, but to gain and not to have anything in return is no good.

"Why don't I bake you some sweets in exchange from learning make-up from you?"

"Hell yeah!" Rosie exclaims, to the promise of baked good. "I mean, uh- Yeah! That sounds great, actually. I can make, like, traditional dishes but..."

As far as her own attempts at home cooking her so far? Abysmal. Tragic. Disastrous. The list goes on, really, but safe to say her domestic culinary skills are on par with her driving ones. "Could you even teach me, maybe? I'm not, like. Good at cooking, but I'm usually a quick study."

"I'm not much of a cook either, but I did learn a few things I could teach. What kind of traditional dish do you make though?"

That one catches her by surprise, mostly by the nature of it being traditional. It makes her think of a quiet man whe questions her motives due to his origins, enough to make her want to learn more. In this place, she's certain she'd hear about things she's never heard of back home.

"-Oh, right!" she realizes, giving a small wave of her hand. "Sorry, I forget everyone's from, like, different places." Not to mention times. That's been a fun curveball to adjust to.

"My home country is called Japan," the woman explains, "and like a lot of countries, we have our style of cuisine. I'm good at cooking those kinds of dishes because I grew up with them, but not a lot of other stuff."

"Very different places, it seems. I've never heard of Japan, but I haven't really left Fodlan before."

So, there was still a possibility it was the same world, though she doubted it. She'd think trade would have more items like this if that happened, and a lot of the technology she's seen here was overwhelmingly different from what she's seen before.

"It sounds like a great way to get to know each other's culture a bit more. Oh, this is exciting!"

She does love learning about new things.

"And I've never heard of Fodlan, actually, but! I'd love to know more about it. I do think that, like, despite why we're here... We shouldn't pass up the opportunity to learn about each other while we can."

It might be a little naive of her, maybe, to think so. She does mean it though. Traveling had been so fun for Rosie mostly for the fact she got to learn about other people, places, and have richer experiences for it. Her own people were so insular and close-minded that it could be troublesome.

"So we'll make it a cooking date, what do you say?"

"A cooking date!" She giggles, and covers her mouth instinctively. Hopefully, she doesn't accidentally knock against Rosie's hand in the process, even as she smiles after.

"Yes, that would be lovely. Oh, but first..."

She pulls her hand from her face, then gestures towards it as well.

"Were you able to finish? I'd like to see the final result."

Thankfully, no knocking occurs. The blond is able to move her hands out of the way to avoid any make-up mishaps. Speaking of: "Oh, right! Hold on, let me just..." The woman drops the blindfold over her eyes again - albeit briefly - to add the final touches. Once satisfied, she's pulling it up and inspecting her handiwork.

"Oh, hey! I didn't do too bad," she comments. "Though that eyeshadow might be a little bold..." She'd just guessed from what she knew, but it is a deeper, shimmery purple that might not be Mercedes' usually style.

Oh, she has played Dejarik with a Wookiee - she is here for a good, full-contact board game. And haggling is just...ok, she likes it. It's fun, done well.

"A full set, for just the one? You, my friend, have a wildly exaggerated sense of property worth. Now, if two railroads aren't to your liking - two perfectly functional railroads with loads of foot traffic - then...I might be persuaded to sweeten the pot..."

She pauses for dramatic effect.

"I have the other utility. That, and a further four hundred credi- dollars, could be yours. Very reasonable, one time offer."

It is fun, isn't it? While Rosie can't claim to be an expert or anything in the art of haggling, she is competitive and that includes trying to score a good deal.

"Okay, okay," she concedes, about the worth of what she holds. It's a good spot, sure, but-! She gets it. "I can roll in a couple of railroads." No one has a Monopoly on those yet, but... Once they do, it could be disastrous. That's fun kind of leverage though she gets Mal is angling for.

"Hm!" she hums, hiding her face behind her colored cards briefly. "Make it three hundred and I'm sold." Gotta' counteroffer, of course. Can't make it too easy.

Mal's plan is to occupy the corner as best she can - that and the purple ones - making a safer landing zone for her that is also a danger zone for others. Ha ha, strategy.

"Oh, you bargain like a dried out Hutt," she replies, but then nods. "Fine, it's a deal."

Meanwhile, Rosie might be good at extracting information out of others... but that doesn't always translate to good strategy. That's why Charlie tended to find the targets and help guide her on the right path where needed.

"A dried out what?" she laughs, incredulous. While she's sure it's meant to be a playful jab, it's more just the uniqueness of it that throws the woman off. "Like yeah, okay, deal but- I need an explanation for whatever you just called me." So she can call others it, of course.

"Sorry, it's...a creature. From elsewhere." She says, alluding to their larger work, as it were.

"It's amazing how quick game trash-talk comes back to me. Used to play some pretty cutthroat card games, in my old barracks."

"Hey, no need to be sorry!" she's quick to reassure. "It just surprised me was all." The vague mention of what she assumes is Mal's home though is noted. Maybe she doesn't want to talk about it? That's fine, really, since Rosie can relate. Her home world didn't have many good memories anymore, so... She's been having fun focusing on here and now.

"No kidding," the blond laughs. "I actually didn't get to play many, which is probably why I enjoy them so much now. Making up for the lost time and all that."

"I could say much the same," she replied, passing over the dice for the others' turn.

"Board games are new," she admitted. "Interesting, too."

Rosie takes the dice easily, rattling them in a loosely closed palm. "Oh, really?" she asks, as she lets them go to clatter along the board.

"Oo, doubles," she says, smiling, before looking back at Mal. "Well, I'm glad to give you the experience! Board games are fun and help you get to know people. Nothing tries a friendship either like an intense game of Monopoly, I've learned." Or Mario Kart.

"Yeah," she replies. "Let's just say that I've lived an interesting and event-filled life which did not leave much time or space for the whole 'fun' thing."

She does smile at the latter comments.

"See, here I thought you learned that by beating someone all in on a Sabaac pot, but hey, we live and learn, yeah."

Ah, that's... more common of a story than Rosie would like she's coming to realize. So many people here in Etraya, at least, appear to come from a place with too any expectations of them at far too young of an age. Perhaps she's just a little more sensitive to that though than the average person; after her own life's unexpected turns, it wouldn't be surprising. So, she's glad to give Mal this chance. Normalcy.

Isn't that what most people want?

"You'll have to teach me that," she says, since the name is unfamiliar to her. "Cultural exchange at its finest!"

"Oh, you'd love it," she said. "The idea is to get as close to a value of twenty-three, without going over - or negative twenty-three. There's natural Sabaac and a few special moves that can win the game - but it's all about reading your opponent."

She pauses.

"Oh, and usually there's a randomizer, so values on the cards can change, unless you put 'em in an interference field - just to add to the nerve-wracking fun of it, heh."

Although a couple of numbers off, it sounds suspiciously like Blackjack. "I'd definitely love it then," she agrees. "After all, reading people was basically my job." Most people wouldn't know it from how she acts, she's sure, but she's a lot more perceptive than she lets on.

"A randomizer though...! A lot of slots and stuff are basically that where I'm from, but cards are only randomly drawn. The chaos of changing card values would definitely be something to see."

More a combination of blackjack and poker, in a way - but she's definitely not wrong.

"That's part of the fun, really. Depending on the game, some of your cards are face up, or all face down - so it gets pretty tight towards the end, heh."

She shakes her head.

"Not that I was ever a big gambler. Didn't have the money for it, for a start."

"I can see why!" she agrees, assessing her next move. Hm, she could afford that property but auctioning it sounds like a fun time too.

"Oh- No? I mean, me either. I didn't gamble myself a lot, but I hung around a bunch of guys who tended to." It was a bit ironic when she thought of it, sometimes, how the exorbitantly wealthy sometimes had nothing better to do with their money than risk losing it.

"I liked playing the role of Lady Luck for them, usually."

"Ah, that's a good one," she replies. "I was way too much of a street rat to aim at that route. Unfortunately, my way out? Enlistment."

She spreads her hands in a way that, in another universe, might be called jazz hands.

"We didn't have much to gamble, but we sure gambled it hard, really. I think everybody's pay packets swapped hands at least once."

Ah, that's... an unfortunate universal thing then, it seems. Rosie knew all too well about enlistment and the connotations of it for many people. It was a way out of poverty, sure, but at what other, sometimes greater costs?

"Oh, jeez," she laughs, at that. It really shouldn't be funny, but: "At least you had your fun where you could, right?"

Nearly all of which she had paid. Oh, time and time again in some cases. She can't help the memories that come to her in the moment, at the others' comment.

"Yeah," she says, carefully pushing past most of what swirls up in her mind. "Yeah, we really did. And wow did we drink a lot in those days."

"And you don't now?" she asks, teasingly. So far, Etraya - or Moorecraft - hasn't been enough to drive Rosie to drink... more than she would otherwise. That might change, of course, but still!

"Probably for the better, honestly. I don't have too many vices but a good, stiff drink will get me every time."

"Not the best idea for someone like me," she says. And she decides to demonstrate subtly, holding her hand out over the Monopoly box, and using the Force to lift some of the houses out of the box, spinning in a slow circle before dropping back into the box.

"So, uh, only in moderation," she added.

Before she can ask what Mal means by that, the Force is in effect. Rosie doesn't feel it like she would some energy manipulations, but that's fine. She chalks it up to the multiverse being a wide, weird place where lots of odd things are possible. "Woah," she breathes out, as the houses move.

"That's super cool though! You can just, like, make things levitate?" Rosie can't do anything... she'd say. In reality, she's actually quite impressively lethal when given the opportunity. Still!

"I get why that'd complicate things though if alcohol was a factor, yeah."

She nods.

"I can, yeah, but there's...well, quite a bit more to it than that. But, heh, not something to have when a buzz comes in, you know?"

"Yeah, I can definitely see why! One minute just floating something, the next it's like... rocking across the room, maybe? Dang."

That's a superpower she imagines some people would consider also acts as a curse.

Given how big a target it paints on their back, definitely might apply.

"Yeah, pretty much. So: no heavy drinking for me, heh."

She shrugs.

"But now I get ice cream, and that's new, so. Y'know. Balance."

Dinner

She has never had pizza. She has to ask a few questions, but ultimately settles on basic pepperoni and cheese. And when it arrives, well.

Why. Why has her universe not invented this? She digs into it with absolute relish, devouring two pieces before she's even aware she's gone through it.

And guess, just guess, who has never had ice cream in her galaxy-trotting life, either...tonight is a night of delightful discovery.

Party Games

She had been reticent about coming, having, well, never been to anything quite like this. It's...nice, really nice, actually, to just have a relaxing night. And she's happy to play any board games, try the scavenger hunt - and even a good round of Truth or Dare.

Somebody might want to explain the rules of Spin the Bottle before she gets heavily involved in it. Though that isn't the worst thing she could be doing, that's for sure.

Drinks

Cocktails! These are lovely and fancy and she feels safe, so she can indulge.

She's currently holding up a very bright concoction with two layers of colour, watching the light filter through them with a smile.

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