[Semi-Closed] Nothing can go Wrong with this Plan.

[wilder]

Date & Time: Friday Evening
Location: Room 103
Characters: Allen Walker (debtor), Sophie (blossomgale), Zelos Wilder (wilder), Cheria Barnes (flashmaiden), Oz Vessalius (velveteened), Arya Stark (wolfchild), Seles Wilder (hiddendepth), Sheena Fujibayashi (holeseeker), Tales of Graces f members, Exorcists and anyone I'm forgetting (seriously I'll add names as we go)
Summary: Holding a dinner so we can all get to know each other, this should end terribly.
Warnings: F for food?!

[This month's haul of transports seemed to bring in a lot of familiar faces for the residents of 103. Friends, family, comrades, terrifying generals who are your boss now- all sorts! ]

[It was Sophie's idea to hold a dinner. A dinner of family, for everyone to have a chance to meet each other and get to know each other better. It seemed like a nice way to welcome everyone into this horrible war. But hey, food! And so, Allen and Sophie made sure to invite their friends, family and comrades in order to have a warm evening together]

[And Kaneis, well, at least he isn't climbing out the back window at the prospect of social interaction for hours. This my friends, is progress. ]

[But gather around friends and family and terrifying boss! There's food, people, wine and games to be had! Just you know, try not to cough in it you sick jerks]

[OOC: KITCHEN | DINING TABLE...FLOOR...COUNTER | LIVING ROOM | BEDROOMS. Please feel free to tag around, thread hop and just have fun! If I left anyone out of the attending list please let me know! ]

Comments

[hiddendepth]

[Another voice, and Seles is beginning to wonder how disruptive her coughing really is. Oh no...

But pausing and worriedness about the silliest things aside, she does answer.]

Y-yes. I'm simply resting when I can. I hope I'm not being too disruptive.

[pactfulfilled]

No, nothing like that. It's just...you sounded really sick... [Asbel trails off awkwardly. All this time he had no idea someone was trying to rest. Maybe they're the ones who should have quieted down a bit.]

So, um, can I get you anything? There's still plenty of food and drink left over. Or maybe some tea? It's usually good on a sore throat.

[hiddendepth]

...I've caught a terrible cold. You should be careful; I believe it's going around.

[She wouldn't want to give it to him.

But at the suggestion to get her a drink... She pauses and peeks out a little from her mass of blankets, red hair more than apparent without her hat on.]

Ah... I wouldn't mind some tea, though.

[pactfulfilled]

Yeah, I think I heard something about that.

[Asbel looks on in concern. He's still over by the door, not even bothering to worry about whether he might catch it himself. Should he call Cheria in to look at her? Surely she already knows about her own houseguest, though...]

[Asbel offers a smile when he sees her face peeking out. Huh. Red hair. Could this be Kaneis' sister?]

Sure, I'll bring you a cup. How do you like it?

[hiddendepth]

...You truly don't mind? Well...

[A small cough as she pretends to consider it.

But really she's got this down pat. Thanks Asbel, she was wondering how to survive without a butler!!] 60 degrees celsius with two spoons of sugar.

[pactfulfilled]

[What, seriously?!! Wow. That's a lot more specific than he was expecting.]

I've been helping clean up, so it's no problem. [That was...sixty degrees. Two spoons. Got it.]

Hang tight, okay? I'll be right back.

[And he'll recite that silently to himself all the way to the kitchen so he doesn't forget. Sixty degrees, two spoons, sixty degrees...]

[hiddendepth]

[She looks pleased enough by that, giving one formal nod at his leaving. GOOD +10 points in her book.]

Thank you!

[pactfulfilled]

[And give him a little while since he has to actually find tea (and subsequently have a friendly chat with the girl in the kitchen), and Asbel comes striding back down the hallway. The mug clatters a little on its tray, but he doesn't appear to have spilled any, and there's a hopeful trail of steam rising from it.]

Sorry about the wait, but I've got your tea.

[He nudges the door open a little wider so he can step inside, and proceeds to look for a good place to set everything.] It's pretty hot, so you'll have to be careful with it.