BUT TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE CAN REALLY LET GO ( OPEN )

[medusalith]

Date & Time: SATURDAY AT FIVE ( IT'S BACKDATED )
Location: DITR's offices in the hold, possibly spilling out into the hall if it gets super crowded.
Characters: Medusa, Saul, the staff of DITR, and YOU
Summary: In an effort to promote COMMUNITY OUTREACH the DITR hosts an open house! Free food and drink - you can't say no to that.
Warnings: Nothing? If anything comes up, please mark it in thread headers.

( IT'S A PARTY. THERE IS MUSIC OF QUESTIONABLE TASTE - PROBABLY ONE OR TWO ONE HIT WONDERS FROM THE 1980S ON REPEAT BECAUSE THAT'S ALL THEY COULD FIND UNTIL ANNE SINGS. THERE IS ALSO FOOD, BUT IT'S MUCH BETTER THAN THE MUSIC. THINK OPEN HOUSE FOOD - CHEESE AND CRACKERS AND MEATS AND LOTS OF DAINTY DESSERTS.

AND WINE. THERE IS LOTS OF WINE.

TAG YOURSELF IN OR HIT ANYONE ELSE UP - IT'S A FREE FOR ALL. )

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medusa | ota

[medusalith]

( medusa is in the office proper, hair taking up a fair amount of space in her corner. she's drinking wine from a glass held by a small chunk of her hair, one of her hands on the shoulders of a huge dog while she surveys the proceedings with a regal air. she doesn't particularly like mingling with people, but she'll do what she has to in order to keep the organization running smoothly - even if she leaves the people thing to saul.

at least until anyone approaches her to talk, and then she'll do her best to converse. )

[crossbearing]

( dat dog, though.

Helena has, of course, heard of Medusa. It seemed prudent, beyond her ties with Saul, to make some connections. It's painful, on the one hand - she feels she is more gifted with bloodsplatter than diplomacy, her brutality was what Franco Bertinelli had thought would make her strongest.

However, violence is not really a means for making friends so much as bending others to your will, and she's not willing to risk Medusa's hair or Barbara's wrath without need. Making friends it is: hopefully this will go better than her many other failed efforts at making friends. )

Let me guess - people make a lot of jokes about walking that guy.

( That or conditioner. Helena is currently despairing about that, as a matter of fact, but she is nothing right now if not fabulous. )

[medusalith]

Not as many as you might think - most know that he walks himself.

( Perhaps the fact that Lockjaw is so independently minded is one of the holdovers from before his terrigenesis, but Medusa has always felt ill at ease inquiring about Lockjaw and knows the rest of her family feels much the same. They do their best to make him comfortable and know that he is as loved as any of them - what else is there to do?

But Medusa gives Helena an appraising gaze from over the rim of her wine glass before moving it aside. )

I do not believe we have met.

( She's not going to introduce herself first. That's not how this works. )

[crossbearing]

I wouldn't doubt it.

( Walking a dog like that seems like it'd be an adventure.
oh politics. She can imagine that being royalty would trump being a Bertinelli, though there's a part of her that is almost entertained by how indignant her father might be.

Helena steps forward, all politeness, hand extended. ) Helena Bertinelli.

( Your majesty, others might say. Your reputation precedes you. It seems a litle like laying it on thick, to Helena. )

[colur]

[ Eilonwy is doing her best to be dignified, for someone poking her nose into all the business she can find. And so when she walks into the office it's with her head held high and her eyes wandering in spite of themselves.

Then she sees the giant dog and runs up to it, her own hair flying. She obviously wants to pet the dog, or at least talk to it, but she stops right before it, as if remembering her manners. She folds her hands. ]

Sorry.

[medusalith]

Go ahead, he does not bite.

( as if lockjaw was actually waiting for permission, halfway to eilonwy with his stubby tail wagging as best as it could and giant tongue rolling out of his mouth.

pet him, eilonwy. pet him. ]

His name is Lockjaw.

[colur]

[ Her face lights up. ]

Oh, might I?

[ Of course, she's already scratching his ears— what she can reach of them, anyway— as she says this. ]

[medusalith]

Of course, he is very fond of children.

( considering he's currently trying to lick eilonwy's hand that isn't busy petting him. )

[colur]

I'm not a child. [ She's like, sixteen, seventeen, maybe, and thus very sensitive about growing up. And so is trying to maintain some sort of haughty dignity with a dog slobbering all over her. Really, she thinks the dog slobber is a lot more fun, but not proper. Eilonwy tries to remember her lessons, even if it's only so she can choose to discard them. ]

But he seems fond enough anyway. [ She smiles, earnest, showing teeth. ]