new delhi ♔ but in all chaos there is calculation | dropping glasses just to hear them break

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ Glory + Gore - Lorde

WHO || David L., Alex K., Andie, The Doctor, Natasha, Alex U., Shulin Desai
WHAT || The Knights hunt the Decanter of Dionysus
WHERE || New Delhi, India
WHEN || June 7th, 2014, evening.
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

Talk about a soiree.  The team has walked into what is clearly legitimately a Gatsby party, but with an Indian flair.  Even upon approach, it's easy to see that this place is without parallel:  people are driving cars right up on the lawn of the fabulous mansion, which looks half-modern and half like a palace out of a Bollywood film.  Men and women in bright colors, fabrics, beads and silks move inside en masse, and as the doors are opened before them, they can see the grandness of the interior, with its diamond garland, draped fabrics, giant jeweled elephant statues, indoor trees that arch to the ceilings, twirling dancers, and a tall dramatic staircase leading up to a balcony above where the host himself reclines surrounded by admirers and friends, smoking a cigar.  

Liquor flows freely, and food is carried around on golden trays through the crowds.  It's an overwhelming buffet for the senses, a dizzying spectacle of color, laughter, dancing, and entertainment.  

Comments

[godoftableflips]

I say we try it. It seems that no harm could come from failure.

[generaldavideus]

[He nods.]

Do it. Tell him we want to make a trade.

[He glances down at the sword for a moment, drumming his fingers against the hilt.]

Natasha for the sword called Gram.

[Which ... this is not, but it'll buy them time, at any rate. Celtic broadwards and viking broadswords were not all that different in construction, thankfully.]

[asap]

What about Gramma?

[Heeeeey, guess who's back?]

I'm sorry, I couldn't find 'em. Moscow is really big. Do you have any sandwiches?

[ambitionist]

We're entering negotiations. Does this look like a Subway to you, kiddo?

[bowtimeandspace]

Right, Gram it is.

[ He takes the phone and starts to key in a message before pressing his sonic against the base. Soon enough, phones all over the place start bleeping (and a +31 computer use? idk) ]

Loki. We've got a nice shiny sword you might like. Gram for Natasha. We're waiting.

[godoftableflips]

And if Loki does not answer? We will need some other plan.

[ambitionist]

I guess we could always try to cause a bigger scene than whatever he's plotting in his greasy little noggin. Which ... hey, you know, texting everyone in a one-mile radius isn't a bad start.

[bowtimeandspace]

Yes well I know a few showtunes. They always tend to pull in the crowds. [ If there were a sarcasm check, he would be getting a nat 20 ]

[generaldavideus]

[David raises his eyebrows at the Doctor's comment.]

You might be surprised.

[He, actually, was not sarcastic. "How Showtunes Saved My Ass in an Alternate Dimension," a memoir by David Levin. Please don't ask.]

[ambitionist]

[he glances between the doctor and david like wut for a minute, but, don't worry david bcuz —]

I don't even want to know.

[asap]

A guy dressed like that has to enjoy Bollywood, right?

[bowtimeandspace]

Well he didn't seem too keen when he killed our host in India. Or maybe he just wanted them to change the CD.

[panaceum]

Everybody's a critic these days.

[ambitionist]

Tell me about it. [what if he started checking his phone again out of boredom. don't judge him they have to wait to see how effective that idea was. or for loki to blow up half of russia. whichever. he would already be sexting piffy right here w everyone else in the room but she didn't give him her number when he gave her his. :'( ♬]

[panaceum]

[ whatever, she will actually talk at his face since it's right there. ] Expecting someone other than a malevolent trickster god?

[ambitionist]

Kid sister. I was telling her she'd look great with blue hair. [bluff 31 annnd snap he takes a pic of her with his phone before she can react.]

[panaceum]

If she's got your cheekbones, she could probably pull off puce.

[ambitionist]

I'll let her know. [will he tho?]