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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[quote_gentle_unquote]

He really is adorably flustered. Since Susan has decided, long ago, to set aside what she knows of the legends behind residents she's read of in her past, her primary impression as she regards Gaheris is that of an endearingly hapless young man. "Might I help you with anything else, then?"

[minor_variation]

"No," Gaheris says, a little too emphatic again. His face feels so hot it might start to blister and peel away. Has anyone ever died from being in a party with too many girls? He's about to find out, probably!!

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan - who is, at times, a cruel woman - rests her unoccupied hand on Gaheris's well-padded shoulder, thumb tucked under his wide lapel, and gives a little squeeze. "Do find me if that changes, Sir Gaheris."

[minor_variation]

It's become abundantly clear to Gaheris why people get drunk at parties. How does anyone remain sober in the face of being touched by women who are paying attention to them? "Thanks," he squeaks out, and flees for the drinks table.