party ♔ ding-dong the dick's dead

[recruited]

WHO || Everyone. Everyone come if you're not on a mission.
WHAT || A party to celebrate Dimitris Sarandis sleeping with the fishes.
WHERE || Knights HQ. The fancy ballroom.
WHEN || Mid-March 2016.
HOW || Prose or actionspam welcome.

Cordelia and Steve have gotten together to plan a rather fun party to celebrate Sarandis being taken down. Abbie even managed to grab them a rather awesome band to entertain the guests and everything else was hand picked and decided on by Cordy and Steve. It's not as fancy as a squiring after party, but it's just as fun. The ballroom has been "dressed down" a little to match the relaxed atmosphere. Enjoy yourselves!

Comments

[supertardiness]

Yeah. Averages out to like ... three dozen doughnuts a day? Give or take?

[hacker]

Well, yeah, the same can be said of psions. It looks different in everybody: like magic.

[supertardiness]

[He gives a small shrug.]

I guess that's true. I'm still not sure where I fit in everything, and I haven't seen a psion control the weather yet.

[Though it could ... probably be possible?]

[slay]

Yeah, he's not so much adapted to those yet on account of the "once and" part. Still kinda dark-age-y.

[slay]

Skills makes it sound very finessed, I like that.

[recruited]

You should go directly to her and go tell her that.

[ He smiles. ]

You wanna go inside? I'll show you how to do the Charleston.

[hacker]

That is kind of cosmic magic-level, but hey, it could happen. You never know. I think there's more we don't understand about psionic powers than magic by a long-shot still.

[recruited]

I get it. Cellphones threw me for a loop when I came out of the ice. Everyone having a television to. The only screen I had seen was the movie one.

[slay]

Out of ice? [ wat. ]

[recruited]

I'm guessing the story didn't reach you.

[ At this point he just expects people to know. They mostly do. ]

I am from the forties. Technically I'm a walking, talking military experiment that sort of succeeded. Makes me faster. Stronger. Durable. Better in every way. Ideal soldier I guess. I took a plane down into some ice for a mission. By down I do mean crash. I wound up encased in ice until they thawed me out in the future.

[sakurasmile]

[kyomi inhales through her nose, clearly only as satisfied by this effigy burning as one might expect- it doesn't mean anything. it's just catharsis. nice flaming catharsis.]

Aye. I could use about five, I think.

[ambitionist]

[lmao we can roll for it!

str 8
dex 10
fort save 25
wis 15
cha 10

so it was ... okay?? it was a nice time. he treated her like a lady. ]

[bredinthebone]

Then let's go get 'em.

[And off they go to do a lot more drinking. /scene]

[bredinthebone]

[strength 10
dexterity 9
fort save 18
wisdom 19
charisma 16

So yeah, she was a little clumsy about it but she had been pretty drunk so ... no one's really surprised. Otherwise, a good time was had by all. /scene]</small.

[likeababyduck]

Well, you are very impressive to watch. I can certainly attest to that.

[allmydreams]

[She nods in agreement before holding out her hand to him.]

Sounds good to me.

[And off they go to dance away. /scene]

[supertardiness]

Huh.

[He pauses before giving a small shrug.]

Well, they've got me all hooked up to the Hoard computers, so maybe they'll have an answer for where I fit on the spectrum sooner rather than later.

[allaboutme]

Meanwhile the rest of us have to count calories in a stick of gum.

[allaboutme]

Just checking!

[supertardiness]

[He gives a small shrug. This topic of conversation is always so awkward.]

It's not as great as it sounds. I'm eating pretty much all the time, plus if I don't eat enough I start passing out - it sort of takes the joy out of food, you know?

[allaboutme]

At least you never have to go to the gym.

[hacker]

Well, aren't you a patient little lab monkey.

[slay]

[ Buffy's silent for a time, and it only takes a few seconds for it to become apparent in the drag of her eyes in some middle distance that she's doing math and carrying numbers from one column to the next, made more apparent when she flatly declares the most important realization in all of this— ] Does this mean you're, like, seventy?

[slay]

Now I know you're buttering me up for something.

[recruited]

Closer to ninety-eight actually.

[ Good try though. No one ever actually does the math. So he won't fault her really. ]