Open: In a shout of joy at the only shrine where you come benighted and leave benign

[vineleaves]

Dark has come and gone again, which means it’s time to party.

In some ways the party is very similar to last year’s - same large banquet room in the mansion, a similarly large abundance of food and drink, and the promise of a night full of letting loose for everyone in attendance. It’s far from a direct clone of the previous party though. For starters, Dionysus has had Claudius help him in all of the planning (sometimes a god’s blessings come in the form of enrichment for one’s enclosure). They’ve gotten several of the mansion’s residents to agree to play live music during the night, and Dionysus was able to find some, ah, more widely appreciated CDs to play during the breaks between performers.

The room has been decorated to the nines again, but where last year he had green vines draping on the walls diffusing the glow from the twinkling fairy lights, this year he has strung up swooping vines of silver, glittering almost like tinsel. The large food tables have an almost ridiculous amount of things to munch on; there should be something for everyone there.

It should go without saying that the beverage tables are well-stocked, considering the host.

The festivities are starting a little earlier this year than last, out of respect for those who may or may not have earlier bedtimes. Come dressed in your finest, it’s a yearly tradition now!




Just as there was last year, there is to be an ‘after party’. If your character is part of the standard Orgy Invite Crew, they will have received another invitation to that half of the evening as well. Just like last year, this part of the event is to be handwaved, for obvious reasons.

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[notalone_anymore]

"Yeah, I've heard of that. Go on..."

[notalone_anymore]

"Ah, cool," Effie replies. "It's a good party, for sure. Lots of booze."

[untamedantinous]

“Thank you. I am not especially good at this sort of thing, perhaps I should ask for help next time.” He likely wouldn’t mind if Laertes did —he is not given to much physical affection himself, but he can be a willing recipient.

[timebethine]

"How much is in each?"

[timebethine]

"I'm aquiver to see how Sagramore would dress thee! Parts of thy body would see the sun that have not known its touch in decades."

[lightbearinglord]

This is sensible; they amount to two of the most important people in Magnus' life. "Wife guy and younger sister guy¹, then."

¹Age specified because what he actually said was "meimei guy." Thanks, translator!

[lightbearinglord]

"Mn." Of course, it's been far longer than a year, but the mansion was embroiled in the worst of its uncertainty about Aornis on the anniversary itself. Her death followed shortly. Lan Wangji was content with a private acknowledgement. "It was at the first Wanderers Gather feast that you proposed it."

[vineleaves]

“Something like that,” Dionysus says, sheepishly. It isn’t out of any sort of possessive intention — Sagramore is correct in that Dionysus isn’t really a possessive person, at all. It’s more just… a sense of joy at an outward sign of affection. A kind of admission to everyone that they belong together, not in the sense of a belonging, but that they are going to be a family, and everyone ought to know.

[vineleaves]

“It’s an annual tradition here!” A tradition currently only on its second year, but that’s unimportant. “To celebrate Dark being over!”

[vineleaves]

He grins. “Thank you, dear,” and does a little turn to show the dress (but mostly himself) off.

[vineleaves]

“One of my names is Bacchus. They’re named after me. … I’m the god of Parties.”

[summerdude]

Magnus's secret language lessons with Uncle D have long since progressed through the main family labels applicable to Magnus (with all the other granular terms still looming on the horizon), and he actually hears 'meimei guy' as intended. "Yep, that's me," he says, happy both from the triumph of one segment of his ongoing education and from the thought of being that kind of guy. Also, as always, it's very refreshing to be near Hanguang-jun at a party. He's, like, a bulwark against the more overwhelming aspects of crowd, both physically, because Magnus can use him as a shield, and emotionally, because he's just so even-keeled all the time. "I'm just a guy who respects girls who know exactly how they want things to be."

[kadewest]

"Love the dress," says Kade, settling in next to a person he's seen around and about but never properly met. He's been peripherally aware of this being long enough to know the dress isn't its usual garb, and so he's feeling that little spark of thrill he gets when someone puts on an outfit that really, really suits them even if it isn't their original style. "I don't think I've had the pleasure yet--I'm Kade."

[futaille]

"You know, I'm not entirely sure. It can't be that much, though. Look how small the cups are! Plus it needs to have enough gelatin in there to... gelatin."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"No, no, it isn't that." Susan has, by now, slept with enough of the regular orgy attendees that any concerns she might've initially had about the quality and volume of appropriate attention paid to her needs have been assuaged. And it isn't as if she's ever minded a proper fucking. "I suppose my concern is of - imbalance. It's terribly unfortunate that so many of the women here are neither of an age nor an inclination to participate in such things."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"This particular event is all Bacchus," says Susan, fondly. "My attention this time of year is on getting us through Dark; Bacchus's is on the revelry at its end."

[greentara]

At some point later in the evening, Constance quietly slips in with the intention of enjoying a glass of wine or two and observing the festivities before slipping out again. Her hair is swept up in a loose knot and she is wearing a black dress that could be described as somewhat funeral were it not for the backless portion.

[aflashbastard]

Crowley's there. This year's invitation caused a bit less of an uproar than last year's and he's in a decent mood because he's finally properly caffeinated. Oh, and he's wearing a black suit.

[ravkanwitch]

Though she was slightly petulant last year, Nina doesn't expect or even hope to stay for the second part of the evening tonight. As discussed recently, there wouldn't be anyone for her in the second part of the evening. Still, she wouldn't be Nina Zenik if she didn't relish a moment to show off, so in the same vein as last year, she is wearing a show-them-what they're-missing outfit. Pink rather than burgundy is the color this year, something more feminine and spring-like. She's wearing a long off the shoulder gown, much like the model on the right here.

She can be found spending the evening sipping champagne, dancing, and chatting.

[notalone_anymore]

"...That is so cool," Effie says with a grin. "That's gotta be the best job ever."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot arrives fashionably late, due in part to his choices in fashion. Kade had done more than give ideas (of course) -- he had crafted a look, and said look was new enough to Lancelot to require a little assistance in the preparing. Nonetheless, he's here now and feeling surprisingly not nervous.

He's wearing a fairly dramatic suit, especially by his standards. It is a tailored suit, woven all over with vivid deep blue roses on black, but the jacket is a structural marvel that shows off Lancelot's chest and shoulders, less freckled after the lack of sun during Dark, but just as well-muscled as ever.

He pauses only briefly on entering to glance around, then goes in search of his first glass of champagne. He'll gladly speak to anyone, and could even be enticed into dancing.

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot has just entered and gotten a glass of champagne in hand when he spots them dancing together -- and stops in his tracks. Hopefully, no one is trying to speak to him at this moment because he can do little else but stare and somehow manage not to drop his glass. It takes several long moments for his brain to recalibrate enough to rapidly down his drink and then immediately head for the two of them.

There is not a single intelligible thought in his head, but he absolutely must tell them how... beautiful they are. Separately and together.

[timebethine]

With enthusiastic applause, Laertes cries, "Oh, and still more flattering from the back! Thou marvel, no wonder thou hast so many worshippers--"

[timebethine]

"That's true," Laertes allows. "And it cannot be too strong, else I would taste it." In this, he is confidently wrong.

[futaille]

"And I'm doing quite all right, besides." This is, in fact, also his first experience with jello shots and therefore he is not deliberately helping to mislead Laertes, but nevertheless.