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route_10652013-01-02 11:12 pm
likewatson) wrote in route_10652013-01-02 11:12 pm
let's start the new year right
Who: Harry Truman, Dale Cooper, Carmen Sandiego, Albert Rosenfield, Gordon Cole
Where: Celadon
When: December 31 through January 1
Summary: Bidding farewell to 2012 in style with shenanigans!
Rating: Probably no higher than PG
Log:
Harry hadn't intended to set the gears in motion for a grand New Year's Eve plan just by asking if one existed, but that's what happened anyway. The initial answer was no, not really; the final answer, after a stunningly short amount of time in Cooper and Carmen's company, was that they'd fly over to Celadon to bid the year good riddance by way of having a damn fine time gambling and partying and whatever the hell else. Since that sounded infinitely more appealing than going to bed early after another sad song session up in his room alone, Harry agreed instantly. Gordon would have responded just as quickly if Cooper didn't have to repeat the invitation four times, but eventually, he said yes, too.
Three guesses as to how long it took before Albert finally agreed to go.
One freezing, four-hour flight later, mid-afternoon finds them in the kaleidoscopic city of Celadon. Everyone's gearing up for the impending celebration, it seems: the casino's already crowded, the department store's nothing short of packed with people seeking out end-of-the-year sales, and only luck can be credited with those few rooms at the hotel opening up just as the call from Saffron came in – and what a hotel it is. Harry's never seen anything quite like it in real life. In fact, the tragically small town-focused part of him kind of doubted anything that extravagant existed outside of a Hollywood sound stage or, you know, Paris or something. It's nice to learn how wrong you are, sometimes.
As the sun begins its descent, the city collectively roars into party mode. A few premature fireworks go off from the condominiums' balconies, and if he really strains to listen, Harry swears he can already hear the popping of champagne corks over the faint beat of muffled music coming from who knows where. It's then that he begins to wonder if this was such a good idea after all; sure, the thought of getting out of the house for a while was nice, especially after the whirlwind that was Christmas, but this seems like a new beast altogether.
Except then he's being whisked past the casino doors and there isn't really time to protest, and he can't tell if it's Coop or a stranger that tells him to loosen up and have a little fun, but he figures it's New Year's Eve, so why the hell not.
And there you have the tagline for the night.
Where: Celadon
When: December 31 through January 1
Summary: Bidding farewell to 2012 in style with shenanigans!
Rating: Probably no higher than PG
Log:
Harry hadn't intended to set the gears in motion for a grand New Year's Eve plan just by asking if one existed, but that's what happened anyway. The initial answer was no, not really; the final answer, after a stunningly short amount of time in Cooper and Carmen's company, was that they'd fly over to Celadon to bid the year good riddance by way of having a damn fine time gambling and partying and whatever the hell else. Since that sounded infinitely more appealing than going to bed early after another sad song session up in his room alone, Harry agreed instantly. Gordon would have responded just as quickly if Cooper didn't have to repeat the invitation four times, but eventually, he said yes, too.
Three guesses as to how long it took before Albert finally agreed to go.
One freezing, four-hour flight later, mid-afternoon finds them in the kaleidoscopic city of Celadon. Everyone's gearing up for the impending celebration, it seems: the casino's already crowded, the department store's nothing short of packed with people seeking out end-of-the-year sales, and only luck can be credited with those few rooms at the hotel opening up just as the call from Saffron came in – and what a hotel it is. Harry's never seen anything quite like it in real life. In fact, the tragically small town-focused part of him kind of doubted anything that extravagant existed outside of a Hollywood sound stage or, you know, Paris or something. It's nice to learn how wrong you are, sometimes.
As the sun begins its descent, the city collectively roars into party mode. A few premature fireworks go off from the condominiums' balconies, and if he really strains to listen, Harry swears he can already hear the popping of champagne corks over the faint beat of muffled music coming from who knows where. It's then that he begins to wonder if this was such a good idea after all; sure, the thought of getting out of the house for a while was nice, especially after the whirlwind that was Christmas, but this seems like a new beast altogether.
Except then he's being whisked past the casino doors and there isn't really time to protest, and he can't tell if it's Coop or a stranger that tells him to loosen up and have a little fun, but he figures it's New Year's Eve, so why the hell not.
And there you have the tagline for the night.