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

[reallywicked]

You ever try to remember a name but you can't quite find it? Or know that you are forgetting something, but just can't remember what the hell it is?

That's pretty much my whole life now.

[bancroft]

I imagine it's a great deal like getting old must be.

[reallywicked]

Whoever wanted to get old before they were done being young?

[bancroft]

Well, it does mean you have the ability to write off any mistakes you make to your faulty memory. I imagine there's fun to be had in that.

[reallywicked]

[She smirks]

I like the way you think.

[bancroft]

A troublemaker by nature, then. Someone would have to be, to sympathize with the way I like to run things.

[reallywicked]

I guess I've always been a little wicked.

[bancroft]

A hint of wickedness can keep life fresh, so long as it isn't what lies at the core of one's heart.

[reallywicked]

Don't get all deep on me now.

[bancroft]

I'll endeavor to keep things shallow, then.

[reallywicked]

It's a party, after all. Or so they keep telling me.

[She definitely doesn't look very impressed.]

[bancroft]

And if you were throwing it, what would you do differently?

[reallywicked]

A younger crowd for one. [She gives him a smile.] No offense.

[bancroft]

Why should I take any? I'm still comparatively young ... for my kind.

[reallywicked]

Your kind?

[bancroft]

Didn't think these dashing good looks were all human, did you?

[reallywicked]

So what are you?

[bancroft]

All aasimar, I'm afraid. Don't worry about looking surprised, so many usually are...

[reallywicked]

I'd look more surprised if I knew what that was.

Care to enlighten me?

[She must have skipped that part of the manual.]

[bancroft]

But of course. It simply means that I have a streak of something divine in my gene pool, from once upon a time. Divine and benevolent, that is.

[reallywicked]

Divine? [Give her teenaged brain a second] Like angels or something?

[bancroft]

Gods, actually.

[reallywicked]

Every man thinks he's a god. [She says with a slowly raising eyebrow and a smirk.]

[bancroft]

[ he laughs ] Oh, I certainly don't think I'm a god. Would hate all that responsibility for one thing. No, I'm afraid I'm much more of a lowly mortal than anything else. But even a tiny drop of the divine leaves its traces.