OPEN ♔ I WISH I COULD SAY IN JUST ONE SWEEP WHAT YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

[socialgraces]

♬ Silent Shout - The Knife

WHO || Anyone and everyone! [OPEN]
WHAT || Francesca's birthday party
WHERE || One of the big parlor rooms on the castle's second floor.
WHEN || [Backdated] July 11, Evening
HOW || Actionspam

 

[Earlier in the week all DRAKENET devices received a message announcing Francesca's birthday party, courtesy of Sir Bancroft, to be held the evening of July 11. No RSVP needed. It's especially good timing now that many mission groups have returned to the castle, at least for the time being.

As the guests make their way in, it's clear the party's been well stocked with food and drink. There's plenty of room for mingling and some music in the background. Gifts are completely optional, but welcome. Come in and get comfortable.]

(OOC: Feel free to make your own threads/threadjack, etc.)

Comments

[65]

[sounds legit. work talks is boring anyway, especially when the topic is switching to myri.]

She's here? [his eyes dart around in search of her. beautiful myrichan ..... ]

[slay]

Well, duh. I'm here, aren't I? [ god finnick where have you been they're like sisters with kinda different hair. ]

[65]

You're right, I should have known. [look he's been busy being famous and doing all the real work while you were out eating gelato and sucking josh groban's dick i mean what. anyway his eyes are still wandering.] She just didn't strike me as the type to be at these sorts of things.

[slay]

[ if only.

also wow his "real work" was partying and sucking tony stark's dick so fuck you. ]

Disappointed? Illusion shattered? 'Cause it's not too late for me to go cloister her off in her room lest she get tainted by the masses.

[65]

[wow excuse you check your privilege. the moral of this story is that team failboat is obvs on the hardest mission of them all.]

No, that's all right. [he shakes his head.] It's just a birthday party, nothing to get tainted by.

[slay]

[ buffy gives a laugh that says WOW but you still want her to stay pure forever ok. she's actually ... not offended by that raging victorian-esque mentality because she kind of wants myri to stay pure forever too ngl ... ]

So they say, but I've yet to see a cake, have you? I was definitely led to believe there'd be cake.

[65]

[he just wants to protect her from the world ok. .o. AT LEAST HE WASN'T DEMANDING AND CHAUVINISTIC ABOUT IT.]

Do you think we missed it? It could have been a small cake.

[slay]

[ it's true he gets points for that. ]

It's a castle. How small of a cake could they bake for a birthday party at a castle?

[65]

There were too many people and not enough cake?

[slay]

I'm never showing up late to a party here again.

[65]

[he shakes his head and clicks his tongue a couple times.] I bet it was a cake to die for ...

[slay]

Maybe she just didn't want one, 'cause, you know, a cake would mean candles, and candles would mean talking about how old she is. Dark eleves live for, like, forever. Maybe she's a hundred.

[65]

I think forever would be much older than one hundred.

[slay]

Well maybe she's five hundred.

[65]

It would probably be rude to ask.

[slay]

Well, yeah. That's why I'm talking about it with you instead.

[65]

Let's not forget that you brought it up.

[slay]

Mostly out of want for cake, to be fair. I'm not to be held liable for my sugar-deprived actions.

[65]

I can hardly blame you. [he motions toward one of the tables with food and refreshments and whatnot on it.] I thought I saw cookies ...

[slay]

You're just trying to get rid of me so you can go find Myri. [ a beat. ] ... Okay, admittedly, it's working a little.

[65]

I was going to get them, too, but if you're trying to get rid of me ...

[slay]

... Oh! No. No, not getting rid. [ she shrugs and heads for the refreshments, expecting he'll come along. LOOK IT SOUNDED LIKE "LOOK AT THE SHINY, BUFFY." ]

[65]

[you just want him to go away and hook up with myri. that's ok. he'll get on that after he gets some.

some cookies, fool. once he gets to the table, he picks one up and looks it over, reliving some fond memories.]

Francesca sent me cookies while we were in New Orleans, you know.

[slay]

Seriously? What is it about you, do you have some weird ... hypnotic good looks superpower going for you?

[65]

Are you jealous?