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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[timebethine]

"The ones Galahad prefers," Laertes says, agreeing. "But it hath a touch of cherry, too--from the distaff side, perhaps."

[futaille]

"Some sort of cherry, surely."

[timebethine]

"And what of the blue? A bilberry?"

[futaille]

"I cannot quite pin it down for certain."

[timebethine]

Well, there's only one way to answer that question--a shot of blue raspberry straight down the gullet! "'Tis some kind of berry, but 'tis sugar above all else."

[futaille]

He grabs one of his own and downs it. "Hm. I agree with you. It's a sugarberry, if that even exists."

[timebethine]

"It may; when I was newly come here, Susan told me of a fantastical fruit of toffee, and I conjured one for her from the cold box."

[futaille]

"Do you know," he says, grabbing an orange shot, "that makes me wonder if the house could conjure a fruit or vegetable we invent wholesale." He downs it.

[timebethine]

Laertes puts a hand down on the table and turns to regard Grantaire with all of his attention. (This will absolutely last all of three minutes.) "What's thy proposal?"

[futaille]

"I've not entirely refined the idea just yet. It may be more suited for Rainbows, anyway. Perhaps something that combines the best properties of standard choices. Like the crunchy skin of an apple with a more tart and citruslike flesh."

[timebethine]

"Or like a grape full of liquid with the mingled flavors of peaches and raspberries, that bursts in the mouth with mild sweetness--or a cherry that hath the fierce heat of a pepper--"

[futaille]

"Oh, you have a brilliant mind that is extraordinarily well-suited for the exercise. Perhaps a head of broccoli with tiny bright carrot-like florets."

[timebethine]

"A squash with butter and spice in its heart instead of seeds," Laertes proposes.

[futaille]

"Lovely! A melon that grows candied rose petals in the center."

[timebethine]

"And Claudius would not permit me to forget the vegetable lamb--"

[futaille]

"Ah! Finally make it real! Excellent!"

[timebethine]

"We must remember this for Rainbows," says Laertes fervently.

[futaille]

"Yes! Absolutely!" Will they? It's debatable.

[timebethine]

"Shouldst ask Dionysus to remind us."

[futaille]

"That is such a good idea," he says solemnly. "He is so smart, and so good at remembering things."

[timebethine]

"He is." And he appears to have left a sign on the table stating that jello shots are alcoholic! Well, that's inconvenient. "Christ, I fear I've soused myself."

[futaille]

He waves a hand. "Ahh, it's only a few of them. You're fine."

[timebethine]

"How much is in each?"

[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."

[timebethine]

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