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]

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?

[slay]

If you mean do I think I should have suitors lined up fed-exing me baked goods to encourage mission survival, yes, yes, I am very jealous. [ she's now eating cookies to eat her feelings. ]

[65]

[he snorts a little at that.] She's not a suitor. Or female suitor, rather. We're just good friends who happen to share a sweet tooth. [on that note he starts digging in, too.]

[slay]

Fine. I want attractive friends of the opposite sex to fed-ex me baked goods to encourage mission survival. Better?

[65]

You should ask Spike.

[slay]

Spike. Spike whose sole food source is blood. Yeah. That sounds like a recipe for Wolfgang Puck. [ she snorts and polishes off her cookie YES SHE'S A FATASS AND ATE IT REALLY QUICKLY WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT. ]

[65]

You don't seem too concerned about quality. [that was his thinly veiled "u a fatty gurl" comment.]

[slay]

Vampires baking surges straight past quality control and into edibility questions.

[65]

Maybe I'll make you something. I don't promise that it'll be any good, though.

[he finishes his cookie several tags after her like someone who is not a fatty!!!11]