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]

"One of Sunny's gifts," says Laertes, holding up the bracelet for a brief perusal, and then he leans in to kiss Lucien's cheek. "The rest, I owe to Sagramore. And how art thou enjoying the evening?" He asks it lightly, but he knows that such purposeless, hedonistic gatherings are not well-suited to Lucien's tastes.

[untamedantinous]

He shrugs slightly, picking up a bit of cheese to nibble at. “I am enjoying seeing you dressed so,” he says, with a bit of a sharper smile. “And I am enjoying seeing my friends. It is a bit better than it was last year; do you not think so?”

[timebethine]

"Ay, a thousand times better. Susan and Tress did well in preparing us this time." Laertes wants very much to touch Lucien's pinstripe shirt--it looks as though it would be wonderfully rich and soft beneath his fingers--but he holds himself back. He would not wish to embarrass Lucien, whose affections have always seemed more private than his other lovers'. "Thou lookest well, as well. These clothes suit thy shape and coloring."

[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]

"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."

[untamedantinous]

He snorts and shakes his head, amused. “I would not let him go that far.”

[timebethine]

"No?" This is Laertes's best disappointed face.

[untamedantinous]

"I must maintain some dignity, you know," he says gravely, but he does look ever so slightly teasing.

[timebethine]

"I've seen thee in every attitude of indignity--and some, I thought, were quite flattering."