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!

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rocket | ota

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket is... well he's not in the ballroom. He's actually just outside, looking out over the yard, a bewildered look in his beady little raccoon eyes. this is... a complicated matter for him, given he's also part of the "personally victimized by Dimitris Sarandis club" and while he would've loved to put up a fuss about not being involved, he knows d'ast well why he wasn't and it would've been moot.

still. not being there means it's hard to believe it's over. he's always maintained the out of sight, out of mind approach about half-world (what he remembers of it anyway and that's... very little except the excruciatingly bad parts that stand out fucking clearly against the backdrop of NOTHING), and if he can't remember if he ever got any sort of vindication from that, he could at least pretend. it's not as if he's ever going to see them again.

and yet, even knowing for absolute fact that the bastard's dead doesn't offer him any kind of relief. not the way the explosion of the prison at Andres did, so... here he is. contemplating his feelings when he should be lighting things on fire.

it sucks.]

[impetere]

[Cora is also lingering on the outskirts of the party, mostly because it's her party default, and she's not really sure how she feels about all of this either. She's glad that Sarandis is gone, that he wasn't spared in the interest of justice because it's the "right thing" and she's glad that it's over.

But she didn't lose as much as other people did, so she's not sure she's right in having those feelings quite yet. She'll probably talk to someone about it later, but for right now she's just going to make her way over to her raccoon friend and sit down next to him, looking up with a small nod.]

Hey.

[Yep, that's it. That's her opening.]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket looks up at her and then proceeds to pass her a bottle of what is probably top shelf whiskey stolen from the bar. it does not occur to him that most people would not want to drink from the same bottle he had his furry raccoon mouth on.]

Good riddance to bad trash, right? [he's trying so hard to be convincing and he is failing at it.]

[impetere]

[She also ... doesn't drink so she'll just raise the bottle and hold onto it a bit before giving it back to him.]

Good riddance.

[He doesn't have to be convincing. She gets how it can be complicated.]

At least he can't hurt anyone else.

[beatupgrass]

[more for him, then. he takes it back and takes a long swig.]

At least there's that. Even after we burned his freakin' lab down, he still had back-ups somewhere. [Rocket barely suppresses a shudder.] He might still have people workin' on those experiments even after. Flark if I know.

[maybe that's what he's afraid of. sarandis wasn't the one who really hurt him. he was the one who ordered it. he puts as much blame on the scientists as he does him.]

[impetere]

[She wrinkles her nose at that.]

Well, if they're out there, we'll find them. Taking him out is the first step.

[beatupgrass]

I should probably stick my name on the short list to hunt 'em down. [he's a little anxious about it. infiltrating the last one almost broke him. but at least these ones- if they're out there in any real capacity- have the distinction of not being familiar.

but they're all familiar, aren't they?] Maybe that'll make me feel better.

[impetere]

[She pauses before giving a small shrug.]

I don't think it works that way. Even if they pay for it, what they took from you is still gone.

[Hearing that Kate was dead was a relief in a lot of ways, but her family was still dead.]

[beatupgrass]

Hey, they didn't take anything from me. [a tad defensively.

except you know if they hadn't, he wouldn't be feeling so lousy or he wouldn't have kicked his way through the pieces of the lab on Andres.]

[pathology]

[here's astrid ... here to offer moral support via hugs. literally she just wrestles him into a big ol' hug. u missed ur mentor, rocket.]

Waschbärchen!!

[beatupgrass]

[let it be known that astrid is the only person who can wrestle him into a hug besides Groot.] WHOA. whoa. Flark, Astrid. Don't sneak up on a guy when he's got a bottle in his hand.

[pathology]

Oh please! It's not like there isn't a free bar. I'll get you another one.

[beatupgrass]

I meant I might've smashed your skull in with it. I realize you ain't ever been in a bar fight, but I have.

[he huffs. anyway that isn't the important part. he's just gonna go limp in her arms like a stuffed animal.] So did the bastard die ugly?

[pathology]

Kind of? [lmao she mindlessly pets him if he's just going to hang out in her arms ok.] I mean, he and King Mark or whatever got into this really dramatic duel, and they were pretty evenly matched. Then Mark left him like, almost dead, and his girlfriend went to talk to him, and Dimitris tried to stab her in the back. But Rose like, jumped in front of her and impaled him with a stake like he was a vampire or something. So he didn't die gently.

[beatupgrass]

[sigh. his life is a tragedy. he shifts a bit in her arms, trying to get her to scratch behind his left ear that he can't reach very well without... actively telling her to do it.]

That sounds intense. I woulda just blown his head off, but whatever does it for 'em, I guess. 'Least the bastard's dead.

[pathology]

[it's ok rocket, she's got u. scratch scratch scratch.]

Wynn was really big on it being traditional and honorable and stuff. Which like, okay, take the high road if you want I guess. It just leaves more room for the rest of us on the low road, right? Actually I think I'm kind of ... middle road. Is that a thing?

[beatupgrass]

Is that the road where you like don't wanna murder a buncha civilians accidentally, but if somebody looks at you funny, you're gonna blow their kneecaps out?

[that is good ear scritching. dammit astrid. stop being good at this.

I like that road.

[allaboutme]

[ there's the sound of banging from the slider as cordelia smacks her hand against the glass ] Hey! Don't go near that garbage! Shoo! [ look it's

kind of dark out ]

[beatupgrass]

[EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF HIM, CORDELIA. Rocket stands up, still holding his liquor bottle, and turns to face her, holding his arms up like WHAT WHAT YOU WANNA FIGHT GIRL?? YOU WANNA FIGHT???

yeah, that's where he is right now.]

[allaboutme]

[ she bangs a little harder, and then pulls the slider open just enough that she figures he can't squeeze through ] Put that down! Not for you!

[beatupgrass]

[if this weren't good liquor, he'd throw this fucking bottle at you, Cordelia.]

Are you kiddin' me right now? [IT'S NOT FUNNY.]

[allaboutme]

Oh great, now this world has talking vermin.

[beatupgrass]

[FUCK YOU, CORDELIA. he's just gonna approach the door, because fuck you and also he's done taking this shit.]

You work in a place for over a flarkin' year and what does it get you? This bullshit. Let me in, princess. I need a stronger drink.

[allaboutme]

You work here?

[beatupgrass]

[elbowing past her legs.] No, princess, I just live in the flarkin' woods like an animal. [wearing a hoodie]