tea party } watch out for those rabbit holes

[graveflowers]

Happy Happy Birthday, Baby- Elvis Presley

WHO || Violet and OPEN
WHAT || Tea party out in the garden
WHERE || Knights HQ, back garden
WHEN || Sunday, May 26th around 3pm and onward.
HOW || Actionspam, get yo' threadjacking on babes.

When Violet throws a party, she is, surprisingly, classy about it. It's a garden party, with tables out in the garden and the flowers all in bloom. There is tea and mimosas on the tables and little cakes and vegetarian sandwiches. Music is playing on her phone -- the most eclectic mix of modern and retro, and a truly astounding amount of Elvis. Don't judge, she doesn't know why she likes him so much. Off to one side there is an area of shade, a construction of twigs and branches making quite a fine shelter, flowering vines interwoven between the branches to cover up any holes.

She sends invitations the day of, though send might not be the word for it. More like... she duct tapes the invitations to every door she sees before knocking and scampering off to the next door. Does she know you? Maybe not. Does she care? Definitely not. You get an invitation, you get an invitation, everyone gets a humpback whale!

It's just an everyday party in the garden, or so the invitation claims. Except it's her birthday, or the one she and Charming chose for her, and she wants to celebrate turning twenty six! She just doesn't want to be the center of attention.

Come one, come all, mix, mingle, nibble. Violet will be around, coaxing flowers into bloom and trying to remember where she put her shoes when she came out here... Whatever. Barefoot it is.

Comments

[graveflowers]

[First impressions are her forte, apparently. Or maybe her inability to be normal just works for laughs. Regardless of this natural inclination to endearing weirdness she seems to project, Violet knows she has not met this guy, so she frolics over to greet him.

She might actually frolic, I don't know if that is possible without a nearby meadow.]

Hi. Who are you?

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster is all smiles and booming laughter as he watches her movement. He just likes parties.]

Who am I? Who are you, looking like you're dancing with the wind itself!

[graveflowers]

The wind is a good partner, doesn't judge the fact that the song stuck in my head is not the song playing. [Yeah, she took that expression and ran with it.] Doesn't step on my toes either.

I'm Vi.

[bluffcheck]

[Oh he likes that.]

Well, Vi... Let me know if he'll let a fellow cut in sometime. [He gives a half bow, a playful expression never leaving him.] Sir Thoster Chatwyn, at your service.

[graveflowers]

I'm sure it could be arranged.

[She curtsies in return for the bow and for a moment its adorable, and then she tips over. (Dex 6) Luckily she loves the grass so she is completely unbothered, laughing at herself.]

Might not be that safe though.

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster laughs, watching her tumble into the grass, shaking his head at the display.]

Always said I like to live a little dangerously. [He holds out a hand for her to use to help herself back up.]

[graveflowers]

[Wow though, the amount of time Violet spends getting helped off the ground or falling into handsome guys... Now if only she were doing it on purpose. (The dice does actually know.) She grabs his hand and shoves herself off the ground, dusting some grass off her shorts.]

Thanks. I would say I am usually more graceful but I'm... really not.

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster doesn't release her hand once she's up, but lets her dust herself off with her free hand before expertly twirling her in time with whatever music is playing (dex 18)]

Lucky for you, I'm graceful enough for the both of us. Music lives in my blood, after all.

[graveflowers]

[Oh my gosh stop. Obviously don't, if Vi's giggles are any indication of how she is enjoying this. And apparently they are dancing to One Night by Elvis, which makes her grin by default of it being Elvis.]

You really are though. So how come you've got musical blood?

[bluffcheck]

[He likes pretty girls with pretty smiles so this is all okay by him. He doesn't know Elvis, but he loves good music and this counts in his book.]

Why it's my trade! Wouldn't be much of a bard if I couldn't feel the music

[graveflowers]

Oh you're a bard! I've met a bard. [She seems pretty impressed with herself, yeeaaah, look at her, befriending flirty bards. Is that in their blood too?] You're my second bard.

[bluffcheck]

Second in meeting, but first in your heart, I hope. [He gives her devilish grin before spinning her 'round and catching her back into the dance (dex 21).]

[graveflowers]

I don't know. [She draws it out, singsong and considering.] Kyla was real friendly.

[bluffcheck]

Well, if it's friendly you're after...

[graveflowers]

Alas, sweet knight. [Yeah she is just assuming here.] My heart belongs to another.

[bluffcheck]

[He removes a hand from her waist to clutch dramatically at his heart.]

A luckier man than I, to be certain, to have the attentions of such a beautiful maiden. [He is really good at playing this shit up.]

But for tonight, I have your attentions, if not your affections, and for that, I will be grateful.

[graveflowers]

[Bards are the best, this party is the best, everything is starshine and rainbows. Vi is basically just giggling like a little kid at Disney meeting their favorite Prince for the first time.]

Well, maybe you can have my affection for one more dance...

[bluffcheck]

There's a girl. [His smile returns with a laugh soon to follow.]

So tell me of this suitor of yours. It's only fair to know who's bested me.

[graveflowers]

Ah, but it's secret. And... he's not actually, er, suitor-ing me. [She makes a little face, pretty sure that isn't the right word.] This is one of those cases of really, just profoundly tragic, unrequited love.

[She doesn't sigh and her smile doesn't falter, but... it sucks and she knows it and the resignation is in her voice. She's accepted it.]

[bluffcheck]

Ah, a classic tragedy... [he nods with all the wisdom he can muster. His expression grows more sincere and his voice lowers.] If you ask me, it's his loss. Any fellow would be lucky to have a girl as pretty, smart, and funny as you turning up those gorgeous eyes just for him.

[graveflowers]

[That is just so damn sweet, man.]

Well, this is why I am dancing with you and not him so maybe its a little bit of my gain.

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster's smooth, okay. And he knows how to turn a girl's frown into a smile. He just needs to learn to use those powers for good and not that other thing.]

A little of yours and a wealth of mine. Just point him out, say the word and I'll make him insane with jealousy- on my honor as a bard.

[Spoilers: bards don't really have honor, but they do have dance skillz. He whisks her around, picking up the pace of the dance (dex 20 total). They're practically flying around the garden at this point.]

[graveflowers]

[He's a pretty good wingman too. You know, except for the fact that Vi is pretty sure seething jealousy isn't ever an expression she will produce, especially since she is so very sure he would have to actually feel affection for her to feel jealous. Semantics.]

He's not here. [Yet, actually, but that is sad making for a second before the dancing makes her brighten again. She needs a pocket size Thoster to keep around for happy making all the time.]

[bluffcheck]

[He's happy to keep her smiling, because beautiful girls need to smile all the time.]

Not here? But it's the party of the year!

[graveflowers]

[She snorts with laughter, craning her neck to look around because they are obviously at two different parties and apparently her movements put her off balance and her bare feet slip of the grass. (Dexterity crit fail.) Hope Thoster has some good reflexes because, again, the lovely queen of the klutzes is going down.]