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

[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.

[pathology]

Not if they look at me funny, but if they're sexist or racist or say something offensive, yeah, I'd probably shank them. Just lightly. A light shanking.

[beatupgrass]

I can tell you right now, it's real d'ast hard to lightly shoot someone with a plasma rifle.

[THEY HAVE STUN SETTINGS ROCKET!!!!!!]

[pathology]

I think kneecaps count as lightly.

[beatupgrass]

I'll take that as medical fact considerin' you're a doctor and all.

[pathology]

I'm willing to sign off on it. [she gives him a kiss between his lil raccoon eyes.]

[beatupgrass]

[DREARY SIGH] I'm gonna allow that 'cause you haven't demoted me yet, and I'm too tired to smack you.

[pathology]

You love me.

[beatupgrass]

I don't hate you.

[pathology]

You adore me. One day, we're going to commit major arson together.

[beatupgrass]

Dammit, Astrid. I can't even be indignant when you talk about arson like that. [ho :(]

[pathology]

I know your secrets, Rocket. I know the key to your heart.

[beatupgrass]

Now you're just makin' it weird.

[pathology]

You're weird.

[beatupgrass]

[he wriggles out of her arms.] Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I got some drinkin' to get back to.

[pathology]

Fine, fine, suit yourself. [she doesn't try to scoop him back up or kiss him anymore.] Don't get drunk! Unless you want to.

[beatupgrass]

[calling over his shoulder] I'm gettin' very drunk and sleepin' on your couch.

[pathology]

Ugh! [she scoffs at him as he walks away. and they lived happily ever after.]