Cometh the Big Crying Wheel

[initiates]

Date & Time: Sept 15th
Location: A refurbished castle on the outskirts of Exsilium.
Characters: Anyone at the party!
Summary: Vanadi hosts a party that goes very poorly.
Warnings: Violence, probably! Let a mod know if we should update this.


It’s a lovely night for a party!

The venue at the outskirts of town is, unfortunately, a bit drafty — and actually rather sparsely furnished, as well. In fact, party goers are encouraged to mingle, drink, and enjoy themselves in the courtyard, as the castle itself wasn’t able to be renovated in time, and has proven to be a little bit architecturally unsound. Any explorative guests might find a small hail of dust and pebbles on their heads if they venture too far in — and who knows what else, if they continue on.

But the drinks and snacks both are plentiful and delicious, and the large canvas set up from castle wall to castle wall keeps off the sprinkling rain. The weather could even be described as warmish and pleasant, if one were feeling generous. A group of Exiles plays classic instruments in one corner of the courtyard, having been paid enough to even smile at any Transports that wander near.

All in all, it’s shaping up to be a good night. Until about 10 PM, that is. Come 10 PM, the Misery rolls into town, tearing down the canvas, nullifying powers, and crying corrosive blood everywhere. That’s the cue for all hell to break loose, as the final wave of mind-controlled characters snag their victims and make for the hills — or at least for the UE. The mind-controlled characters will also have the backup of a squadron of 20 of the Masked, the UE's special ops force. The Masked's main goal is to grab those on their list and get away, but they're certainly not above shooting to kill at anyone that gets in their way. They're also highly trained in hand-to-hand combat and physically enhanced by their suits, so they're a good bunch to try to avoid.

But do have a wonderful time until then, won’t you?

Comments

[lazyinlove]

[Obtaining said punch takes a moment. He tries a few, determines they're alcoholic, and spits them back out attractively. But at least he drops the cups in the trash I stead of putting them back?

Eventually he finds something closer to lemonade, and brings over two of those instead. Hope you didn't want a real drink, Lenalee. For once Stanley is planning to stay sober.]

Close enough?

1/2

[anklets]

[ only the most attractive taste-testing happening here tonight, folks ]

[anklets]

[She takes the cup from him with the care of someone more accustomed to china and hot coffee, peering inside in some modicum of interest/curiosity.]

Perfect, actually.

[When she smiles, it's with her entire face.

(Girl can't hold her liquor worth a damn.)]

What was wrong with the others?

[lazyinlove]

I'm Mr. Straight Edge tonight. Unless herbs and spices count.

[An explanation that may or may not sound cryptic, but doesn't have the tone to imply that it's meant to be that way. He seems to think it's an adequate explanation.]

[anklets]

[Even so! Stanley's explanation.






Lenalee's head.]

Ah... m- [ aybe? ] Are you normally not?

[lazyinlove]

Lately a little too party hearty.

[He admits with a shrug, taking a sip of the lemonade. It's not half bad, actually.]

Got kind of sick of it. Literally. How 'bout you?

[anklets]

[She is coming to the slow realisation she hasn't the first idea what he's on about, which is. Embarrassing. Also unfortunate.]

Well- like I said, I'm not much of a party person...?

[lazyinlove]

[Not quite the question he meant to ask but it'll do. He nods and takes another sip if lemonade, looking around.]

This isn't really a party anyway.

[anklets]

[Takes her first sip- it's good! Takes... another...]

It looks like a party to me.

[lazyinlove]

You really aren't into partying.

[anklets]

Well! What about this doesn't look like a party? Besides the obvious...

[lazyinlove]

What's the obvious?

[anklets]

The dilapidated castle...

been sick sorry!

[lazyinlove]

Never crashed a condemned house before?

[Yep, he's actually surprised by this.]

oh, it's not a problem!

[anklets]

[


ssssip ]

Crashed a- what?

[lazyinlove]

Okay, so that's a no. Maybe we should flip the switch. What do you usually do for fun?

[anklets]

I like to cook. [ thaaaat's lackluster ] Sometimes my friends play chess against one another, and I'll watch.

[lazyinlove]

So...nothing?

[Wow, that sucks. But he actually kind of understands. Without his friends around he does a lot of nothing, too.]

Do you dance?

[anklets]

[She's mingled at the edges of parties, sipping water and questioning attendees on strange happenings, on learning her way through the waltz because it was expected and ladylike and helped to keep one's cover for as long as it's needed.

Lenalee supposes that counts.]

A little bit, sometimes.

[lazyinlove]

You want to?

[Not that he knows the dances that go with tis music, but whatever. They can figure it out. It sounds like this girl really needs some fun anyway.]

[anklets]

[ observe the veil of obliviousness as she gently works her way out from beneath it ]

You mean right now?

[lazyinlove]

Why, is tomorrow better for you?

[anklets]

[Alright, alright, that's deserving of a chuckle. Turns the lemonade in her hands, suddenly the picture of shy. It isn't really shyness, it's just how she comes across.]

I guess it couldn't hurt.

[lazyinlove]

Not too bad.

[He sets the lemonade down and offers a hand to lead her out to the dance floor. He'll wait to tell her he's never waltzed before in his life until she's already laughing at him.]

[anklets]

[Ladylike, hastily downing the last of her own, and she opts to forgo Stanley's hand and take his wrist instead, because hand-holding is a big deal and she still isn't quite accustomed to more casual touches.]