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.)

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[witchwoman]

[She just shakes her head, looking down and away.]

We could not convince her to come. And more than that, the pain we put Rafael through... [Her voice cracks.] He loves her. The look on his face when she-

[65]

[he uses the hand he was holding to pull her in close and hold her against him. he's a romantic, so the story strikes a bit of a chord with him. but myri's feelings are what break him, really.]

That's out of your control. What they do is out of your control.

[witchwoman]

[Myri steps into his embrace, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm herself. This isn't the time or place to have a meltdown, after all. Being near Finnick helps, as do his words of encouragement.]

I wanted to help him. All I wanted to do was help. [She says in a hushed voice. After a moment, she pulls away enough to look up at him.] I'm sorry. I shouldn't- This wasn't what I planned on talking about at all.

[65]

It's all right. [he looks back down at her, his voice is calm and quiet.] Sometimes getting it all out helps. Maybe it's not too late, hm?

[witchwoman]

Perhaps. [She says before the rest comes out in a tumble of hushed words.] I think everything's just happened all at once. Wynn calling us back, telling us we weren't doing enough. Then failing in Chicago and letting a good man down. It's hard not to wonder if...

[She stops herself before she can finish, because what she wants to say is 'if I belong here at all' but she can't. Because this is the only place she's ever felt she truly does belong, so to admit out loud that she might doubt that? It's too difficult.]

No. [She shakes her head and brings a hand up to wipe the tears from her face.] I won't ruin everything with this foolishness. Tonight is no place for reminiscing or regrets. There will be all the time in the world for it tomorrow. [She takes a shaky breath to calm herself, pushing a weak smile to the surface of her expression. This is who she has been for years- always tucking the bad things away. There was good to be celebrated, and she'd rather live in that moment.]

Dance with me. Help me forget the troubles.

[65]

Couldn't have said it better myself. [and he means it. he would do the same, really. and has. does. act like it's all okay around other people, save the crying and moping for when no one else is looking. finnick odair can't be anything less than perfect. a living legend. it's shaping up to not be much different here.]

Gladly. [he rearranges his arm to be around her waist, and tries to dance. and with an abysmal dexterity check of 8, i really do mean tries. there's a lot on his mind, okay. and myri makes him feel jittery inside like a high schooler boy. as he accidentally steps on her foot (again), he chuckles a little and tries to stay good-natured about it.]

I don't know what's wrong with me tonight.

[witchwoman]

[This two are kinda moronic for each other, because Myri's dex check of 6 total means she is doing Finnick no favors by trying to help him. She trips, stumbling against his chest and probably causing them both to fall back a few steps.]

Whatever it is... [She says, blushing deeply] It seems I've caught it. [She stops and stands perfectly still, looking up at him and trying not to laugh.] Do we dare to try again?

[65]

Do you think it's safe?

[after asking, he does try again ... and gets a natural 20 seriously what the fuck. oh well. i guess he was just warming up before and now he can properly ~dazzle~ her. just like edward cullen.]

[witchwoman]

With you? I can never be sure. [But oh... those moves. She follows his lead, and things go much smoother this time!]

Hmm... so far, so good.

[65]

All that practicing is finally paying off. Now my voice just needs to follow suit. [so humble, this one.]

[witchwoman]

Careful, or I'll demand a song next. And from what I remember, your voice was perfectly fine.

[65]

I think I can wait to serenade you another time. Wouldn't want the rest of the party getting jealous.

[witchwoman]

Oh, no... We can't have that.

[She laughs for a few moments more.]

You're still pretending to be a musician, aren't you? How's that been?

[65]

It's been going well. I might just be a little bit famous, actually.

[witchwoman]

Are you really? Well I've only been to one concert, but I hope I do get to see yours.

[65]

I'll make sure you get a front row seat.

[witchwoman]

You may want to rethink that. [She chuckles.] The last concert I went to, I climbed up on stage and nearly ruined everything.

[65]

I bet you improved more than you ruined. It adds to the excitement of it all.

[witchwoman]

It was certainly... exhilarating. All those bright lights and people watching.

[She looks at him curiously.]

Do you enjoy that sort of thing?

[65]

Performing? What can I say, I've always been a little attention-starved.

[witchwoman]

[She looks at him curiously.]

We are very different, I think.

[65]

[he's not telling her the whole truth -- that it was all he wanted when he was a child, then he won the hunger games and discovered just how horrible it really was. but it's hard for him to talk about, and definitely not party conversation material.]

Are we? The attention isn't all it's cracked up to be. I think I'd rather be you sometimes.

[witchwoman]

[Oh, Finnick... why you such a liar? Myri frowns slightly.]

I suppose you can't be right now. Not with the mission set up like it is. You don't have much of a choice.

[65]

I couldn't at home, either. Not that I can remember. I wanted the attention when I was younger, like I said, but that doesn't mean I never grew tired of it.

[witchwoman]

It won't be forever. We'll untangle you from it once we've found out all we can about Nova.