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ataraxionlogs2013-08-12 07:07 pm
elvenking) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-08-12 07:07 pm
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Party tiiiime
CHARACTERS: All the people.
LOCATION: O2 Gardens.
WARNINGS: Drunkenness and things.
SUMMARY: Thranduil made mead. This is as good an excuse as a wood-elf needs to throw a party.
NOTES: The announcement was made here, three days ago. The invite is totally open.
The Elvenking has designated a specific clearing as the "party circle." Really, there should be a fire and lanterns, but those are bad ideas on a space ship and Ned would go nuts, so he has made the area look as festive as possible. Meaning he has thrown down a few blankets and propped up the cask of mead on a sort of quadripod. Food is laid buffet-style on one of the blankets--breads, meats, fruits, hearty cooked root vegetables, cheese, butter, and honey among them, plus whatever the other guests brought (Thranduil's provided food is pretty low-prep).
The mead itself is very good, clear and smooth and sweet. But for those who aren't crazy about sweet wines, no matter how manly and traditional (and potent) they are, others have brought other forms of booze. Someone is playing music to dance to at any given time--harp, drum, fiddle, and flute in various combinations.
Have a good time.
LOCATION: O2 Gardens.
WARNINGS: Drunkenness and things.
SUMMARY: Thranduil made mead. This is as good an excuse as a wood-elf needs to throw a party.
NOTES: The announcement was made here, three days ago. The invite is totally open.
The Elvenking has designated a specific clearing as the "party circle." Really, there should be a fire and lanterns, but those are bad ideas on a space ship and Ned would go nuts, so he has made the area look as festive as possible. Meaning he has thrown down a few blankets and propped up the cask of mead on a sort of quadripod. Food is laid buffet-style on one of the blankets--breads, meats, fruits, hearty cooked root vegetables, cheese, butter, and honey among them, plus whatever the other guests brought (Thranduil's provided food is pretty low-prep).
The mead itself is very good, clear and smooth and sweet. But for those who aren't crazy about sweet wines, no matter how manly and traditional (and potent) they are, others have brought other forms of booze. Someone is playing music to dance to at any given time--harp, drum, fiddle, and flute in various combinations.
Have a good time.
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Irene's tone is more careless than the subject matter demands. There's something faintly irritated in the expression on her face, though whether she's irritated at his response or at the topic is hard to say.
"You're so very new. Are you truly settling so well?"
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"Somewhat. Nothing has yet to attack me, though the people that I already know are...behind. That or they have an exaggerated propensity for forgetfulness." In short, his sister was young. Too young. It would be little more than an annoyance for most but the timing of his sister's forgetfulness frustrates him to no end and leaves him angry and sick with more feelings of loss and guilt than he would dare mention. Though in front of Irene he will present it as a mere nuisance.