Chapter 11 Party
16th, Ashadha, 1965
The sun is setting outside the window.
Ortson returned home after raiding the dungeon. After raiding the dungeon Adrian bought them lunch.
Ortson is now staring at the ceiling, musing about his raid inside the dungeon.
'It's the first time I ever killed and burned someone, no not someone, something.'
Ortson who has never ever killed a chicken in his life, for the first time, took a life, no not a life a bunch of lives.
He can still smell the scorched smell of that monster.
'I am getting delusional.'
'I might be more traumatized than I thought, I need help. Experts say when it comes to mental health always ask for help otherwise I may suffer from depression, and that's not gonna be good.'
Sun has set below the horizon, and pedestrians on the road can see stars in the sky with an ominous red moon which strangely gives the vibe of serenity.
There is not a single constellation that Ortson can recognize is on the night sky.
There is no similarity between both worlds except for their physical and chemical laws.
'As they say, the more things change, the more they stay the same, because of that similarity I did not break down, I thought the knowledge I have accumulated over my past life would help me thrive here, but here too I have so much to learn from this world. I can't stop now.'
Ortson gets up to light a lantern and candles which are his only light source in this apartment.
Ortson still does not have the financial capacity to buy a magic lamp.
Magic lamps are expensive because they are made by hand and are artistically beautiful.
Knock! Knock!
"Ortson, you home."
Ortson hears Cherry knocking on the door.
Ortson gets up from the bed and opens the door.
"Cherry, Is good to see you. So what I can do for you?"
"Ortson, why are you so stiff, come down we are having a party."
"Party?"
"Yes, everyone in the apartment complex is having a party we will be drinking booze and eating meat."
"Who paid for it, most of us don't even have proper money in this apartment complex."
"Don't be stuck in the mud."
Cherry starts to pull Ortson down out of his apartment by hand, being helpless due to her enthusiasm he follows.
"I brought the meat, Johnson brought booze, Jack brought the condiment, Milly brought veggies to eat, and many people joined hands and donated something. "
"Who are they?"
"They are from the floor above us from rooms 501, 502, and 503. I formed a party with them."
Cherry started to tell about her party to Ortson.
" We completed our raid on the 3rd floor today, so we thought about having a party."
"Already!"
Ortson was astonished at the speed at Cherry's party explored three floors in a week.
'That's damned fast.'
Outside the building, the resident of the building was making merry and mingling with each other.
At the center of the complex, there is a clearing, where a campfire is lit, and ladies are dancing around the fire.
"Ortson many people here are dancing and trying to forget the hellish experience of the past 6 months on the ship, when we were crossing the hellish sea and trying to cling to life and hope between waves of the sea."
Cheery has a forlorn expression on her face while reminiscing about her days on the ship in captivity, but she changed her expression in an instant.
"Ortson let's go party."
'Did she have random mood swings.'
Ortson also started to mingle with his apartment residents.
There is Mr. Daniel the carpenter he is past his prime that's why he did not become an explorer, but choose to join a labor union.
Misses Sarah, who was kidnaped from her village and sold as a slave became a warrior who wants to return to her home.
And many such people with their own stories are here trying to make merry and trying to make a new life or choose new goals for their life inside the tower.
People started to do performance one after the other.
"Ortson! Ortson."
Cherry came running from somewhere and grab Ortson's hand and started to pull him toward the campfire.
Ortson smelled a very strong smell of booze coming from Cherry.
"You are drunk Cherry, you should stop drinking."
"IWBT."
"What does that mean?"
"I will but tomorrow. But today you will sing."
"Where did that come from?"
"I heard you singing in your room sometimes."
"I am a bathroom singer, I don't sing in front of people."
"What is that?"
"What?"
"Bathroom singer?"
"It means singing during taking a shower, without a care in the world from the prying eyes of others."
"That sounds fun, I will do it next time. But now you got 'a sing. Go on introduce yourself."
Ortson is standing in front of the residents of the apartment, with a burning campfire in the background.
Ortson starts getting nervous, he has never sung in front of an audience since his college years.
Ortson notices one of the residents with a guitar in their hand.
"Hey, can I borrow it?"
"Sure, go ahead, handle it with care it's new."
"Thanks, I am Ortson Soy, I work in Alchemy Association as an accountant, and I am going to present before you a romantic song named- Chahun Main Ya Naa.
Tu hi yeh mujhko bata de
Chahoon main ya na
Apne tu dil ka pata de
Chahoon main ya na
Tu hi yeh mujhko bataa de
Chahoon main ya na
Apne toh dil ka pata de
Chahoon main ya na
Itna bata doon tujhko
Chahat pe apni mujhko
Yun toh nahin ikhtiyaar
Phir bhi ye socha dil ne
Ab jo laga hoon milne
Poochhun tujhe ek baar
Tu yeh mujhko bata de
Chahoon main ya na
Apne tu dil ka pata de
Chahoon main ya na
Aasi kabhi pehle
Hui na the khawahishein
O kisi se bhi milne
Ki na ki thin koshishein
Uljhan meri sujha de
Chahun main ya naa
Aankhon aankhon mein jata de
Chahoon main ya na
Mere chhote chhote khaab hai
Khaabon mein geet hain
Geeton mein zindagi hai
Chahat hai preet hai
Abhi main na dekhon khwab woh
Jinmein na tu mile
Le khole hoth maine
Ab tak the jo Sile
Mujhko na jitna mujhpe
Utna is dil ko tujhpe
Hone laga aitbaar
Tanha lamhon mein apne
Bunti hoon tere sapne
Tujhse ho mujhko pyaar
Poochungi tujhko kabhi na
Chahoon main ya na
Tere khaabon mein ab jeena
Chaahoon main kyun na
Tu hi yeh mujhko bata de
Chahoon main ya na
Apne tu dil ka pata de
Chahoon main ya na
As Ortson puts down the guitar, everyone started clapping.
"Ah, I remembered my first love."
Many people are lost in the afterglow of the song reminiscing about their first love, crush, and family they have left outside.
Women walk toward Ortson and congratulate him, She is a slender beauty with shoulder-length green hair and topaz pupils.
"That was a nice song."
"Thank you, and here is your guitar."
"Myself Selena, will you give me that song for lending you my guitar."
'Selena is a straightforward woman.'
"Of course, next time, I will write it down for you."
"Your singing style is a little different, from the existing style."
'Of course, it is, the song is a 21st-century song sung by Arijit Sing and Palak Muchhal.'
"Is it."
"Your voice is nothing much, you need more practice to reach a higher level."
'Ouch! That hurt, Selena is also a blunt woman.'
"Give me your room number I will come to ask you later for it, in return I will tell you the room number of this beauty."
Selena said pointing to herself
"Is that so, then my room number is 404."
"Then we are on the same floor, mine is 401."
Ortson and Selena started to small talk with each other and ask about the life inside the tower so far.
"Ortson!"
Cherry came running from behind and gave a hug to Ortson from behind.
"Ortson you sing so good."
Ortson stumbled forward but was able to hold his balance.
"Cherry you are very drunk right now."
"I am not, I can still keep going. Hey Selena, your song was also very good."
"Hey Cherry, I see you are enjoying yourself."
"Yaa, I am very happy after a very long time."
"You two know each other."
"Of course, I know Selena, she sings in bars and taverns where explorers visit you know, I also partied with her on the 2nd floor of the tower."
The night is still young but Ortson is a working man he still has to sleep so that his working efficiency doesn't drop.
Ortson in his past life lived with consistency and discipline in mind.
'In this life, consistency will be my route to the top of the tower.'
Ortson enters the building, people still making merry, some had fallen asleep below the sky, admiring the beautiful nightscape. The campfire is still burning, embers floating in the wind and led above by the gust coming from the sea.
It paints beautiful scenery in the eyes of Ortson.
'I wish I had a camera, no I will make a camera in this fantasy world.'
"Goodnight everyone."
Somebody greets them good night, some respond back, and some stay lost in their own world with a smile on their face.