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[bittersweeter]

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

WHO || Everyone ever aka whomever is in the castle
WHAT || Lila is throwing a party
WHERE || Large parlor room
WHEN || Tuesday, July 23, 2013; 9pm onwards
HOW || Actionspam, threadjack away.

This isn't exactly a squiring after party. Lila's never been to a knighting (and the odds are not in her favor) but she doubts this party is much like it either. The invitation comes in the form of a mass text message sent the day before -- she doesn't care who gets it, its not as if Wynn is going to come to her party. A date, a time, a location, and the rules. She doesn't give a reason.

The rules are simple: dress up classy, don't bring a gift, and wear a mask. It's a masquerade, after all, a mask is a prerequisite. Lila is even so kind as to provide them, a porcelain bowl perched on a chair by the door holds an array; running the gamut from Phantom of the Opera white to classic Venetian blue and gold to Dia de los Muertos red and black. Anyone without a mask is subject to Lila's wrath.

The room is entirely lit by tea lights floating in small glass bowls, leaving long shadows across the walls, and strings of red fairy lights draped across doorways and windows. Music is playing somewhere, loud and dark, forcing you to press up against the person you're talking to. A table shoved against the wall is covered with bottles of fancy champagne, wine, expensive vodka and, the odd man out, pink lemonade. She and Faye might have gone a tad overboard with the alcohol. Blue plastic cups sit in a tottering pile off to the side, a jumble of colorful paper umbrellas dotting the free space on the desk. Another table holds a towering monstrosity of nibbles -- chocolates and tiny cream puffs, miniature Madeline cookies and delicate eclairs. Nothing to fill up on if you're worried about drinking on an empty stomach. Not her problem, she is obviously catering to the younger crowd here. Namely herself.

Lila is around, face half hidden by a simple lacy black mask. Her one blue eye and one green eye would be a dead giveaway if her scar didn't already make it perfectly clear who is behind the mask. She's not playing hostess, she had enough of that back home being Daddy's little darling. This is the first birthday party she has had in almost four years, but even determined to make the most of her experience, she remains at the fringes, drink in hand. The combination of pink lemonade and vodka makes her nostalgic.

Don't worry though, she has her gloves on.

For now.

Comments

[allmydreams]

Oh, I wouldn't say that. I've found that our host has many ... interesting friends. You just have to know what questions to ask.

[bittersweeter]

You've obviously never met Eric then... [nbd just calling Eric boring and stuff.] Or Zero.

[allmydreams]

[Felicity actually hasn't, but that doesn't matter. Not as far as her cover is concerned.]

Two out of the many doesn't seem a great deal.

[bittersweeter]

[Ew get your logic out of here. It is her birthday, she can be a brat if she's like.]

Okay, Sir Bancroft is pretty cool.

[allmydreams]

[Whatever, whatever she does what she wants.]

I can't say I've had the pleasure.

[bittersweeter]

He's one of the Dragon's Claws. Doesn't act like it though, I mean when you think bastion of knightliness, I don't think of him. [Actual bags upon bags of style, if they had spoken more than once Lila would have a crush on him for sure.]

[allmydreams]

I see. He sounds like quite the character.

[one whom Felicity would definitely like to meet one day.]

[bittersweeter]

Yep. Alas, Dragon's Claws are celibate. [Not that Lila would have done anything because he is old and she is a wee babe and unless she was on a scavenger hunt where one of the items to get was some hotass old knight's virtue...]

[allmydreams]

Then to me, it sounds like the title is highly overrated.

[bittersweeter]

[Shrug.] I'm inclined to agree, but I'm eighteen and have no morals, so who knows what I would think if I was a thousand years old. Or, like, forty.

[allmydreams]

[she raises an eyebrow at that.]

Would you live to a thousand?

[bittersweeter]

Jesus no. Hopefully someone would put me out of my misery by then.

[allmydreams]

What about to forty?

[bittersweeter]

[Lila takes a sip from her drink before answering, matter of fact and unconcerned.] Nah, I'll probably be dead by then too.

[allmydreams]

[Her head tips to the side.]

That's a rather bleak outlook.

[bittersweeter]

[She shrugs.] People like me don't last that long.

[allmydreams]

And you don't think you have the capacity for change?

[bittersweeter]

I think everybody has a capacity for change. I also think genetics are kind of irreversible.

[allmydreams]

Oh. My apologies, I didn't mean to overstep.

[bittersweeter]

It's nothing. [Her free hand flutters a little as if to show just how much she doesn't care.]

[allmydreams]

[Felicity doesn't think the girl's birthday party is the time to press, so she lets it go for now.]

I'm sure.

[bittersweeter]

Anyway, what are you doing here? [She means the knights, not the party.]

whoops

[allmydreams]

I'm considering your organization for a project I'm working on. I hope you don't mind my crashing your soiree.

[bittersweeter]

[She shrugs, obviously not caring much who the hell is at her party.] No biggie. We're really welcoming here.

[Yeah, Lila, that apathy is super welcoming.]

[allmydreams]

Good to know. Though its true, I can almost feel it.