party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

[witchwoman]

[♪ brightly wound - eisley]

WHO || Erryone
WHAT || the wedding of Finnick Odair and Myrilandel de Tanos
WHERE || Andres Beach & Palace
WHEN || oct 23rd
HOW || actionapsm

Between the various members of the wedding party, everything comes together just in time for the big event. Within a few weeks' time, the day has finally arrived. Whether they've met or spoken to the bride and groom, the entire isle of Andres is invited to this event. Cool colors are prominent throughout the ceremony set up on the Andres coast. From the bridesmaids dresses to the flower arrangements to the beautiful blue sky and sea, it's a very calming atmosphere.

Once the ceremony is finished, everyone is invited to the reception, held at the Andres palace. There's food, drink, and music. Tables are available, but with such an open guest list, there's no assigned seating- other than the main table up front where the wedding party and their guests will sit last supper style.

Comments

[isisagent]

[Surprise, motherfucker. Archer wends his way over to Spike with a sly, smug look about him. He's carrying a nondescript box.]

Have I ever got a present for you, mister... Bitey. Mc. Biterson. [Despite Archer's inability to make words do, Nat 20 Intimidate check. Be afraid, creature of the night. Afraid, and confused.]

[bigbad]

[Damn... Spike's will save of 26 is good, but a nat 20's still better. He takes a half step back, wondering if Archer's finally lost it and is going to try and kill Spike like he's been not-so-subtly planning since the big vampire reveal. Spike reminds himself firmly that he can take Archer easily and just eyes the box warily.]

Not my wedding, mate.

[isisagent]

Yeah... Probably not the best venue to cause a scene, in retrospect... But the opportunity presented itself when I took a stroll through the kitchen looking for proper garnish for my Gin Rickey.

[... Story time is over, though. He fixes his gaze on Spike, and lifts the box up between them.]

Two words, you son of a bitch.

[He begins to open the lid, slowly and dramatically.] Apple...

[And the lid tumbles off revealing a delicious and still warm pastry.] PIE!

[Archer stares, expecting Spike to burst into flames, or something similar.]

[bigbad]

[Spike looks down at the pie.

He looks up at Archer.

w h a t....

He got a wis check of 12 too so he does... not get what that pie is for, though he can tell Archer expects something to happen.]

...what, did you bake it?

[isisagent]

[Confusion... It doesn't seem to be working... Archer shakes it around a little in the box. Maybe he needs to eat the pie?]

Eat it! Eat it, you Dracula-looking son of a bat!

[bigbad]

[Spike gives Archer a strange look because... well, the pie looks delicious. He'd be happy to eat it under any other circumstance.] Why?

[isisagent]

[The cunning vampire is such elusive prey...]

Uh... Because... [Archer pauses for a long while, deep in thought...] Please?

[bigbad]

Oh, well, since you asked so nicely... no.

[isisagent]

[PIE TOSS! Atk 25, Damage: Apple]

YES!

[bigbad]

[Factoring in his lack of leather coat, the fact that he's flatfooted, and how much I want that pie to hit IT JUST MAKES IT. And Spike finally gets a wis check worth a damn to remember what the hell is going on (wis 17). He stares at Archer, pie dripping down his face.]

Bloody hell! You're trying to kill me!

[It's a good thing he's so bloody gullible....]

[isisagent]

Duh and/or hello! Now melt, or turn into dust, or whatever.

[bigbad]

[Spike can't help it. He laughs.] Stupid blighter. You really thought it was apple that would do me in? Apple only makes me stronger. That's not the right kind of pie. [Bluff 22.]

[isisagent]

[My deep regret when I rolled a '19' for my sense motive, was matched only by my joy when I saw Archer has 0 ranks in it, and only a +1 bonus.]

[He stumbles back a few steps, aghast look on his face, tossing his glass aside with a "crash!"]

Clever bastard!

[Then he turns, and breaks for the far side of the room. Half to get away from Spike, and half to get a new drink.]

This isn't the last you've seen of Sterling Archer, Vampire!

[bigbad]

OF COURSE IT'S NOT, YOU WANKER, WE'RE ON THE SAME BLOODY TEAM! [As far as comebacks go, it's not great, but it's necessary. Spike grumbles and turns away to find some napkins and wipe the pie off. He may have signed himself up for more sneak attacks by pie in the future, but it's better than Archer actually working out something that can really kill him.]