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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[sagramore]

"Was it strange to see?"

[involuntaryturncoat]

"Yes, I suppose. But so was everything, so it would almost have been more strange if they had been as I remembered."

[sagramore]

"I suppose that's true. How didst thou feel when thou lookedst at them?"

[involuntaryturncoat]

"They were at least closer to familiar than most anything, so there was that."

[sagramore]

"Was it a lonely time?"

[involuntaryturncoat]

"Of course it was."

[sagramore]

"Ass," with no heat whatsoever. "I'm trying to get thee to talk about thy feelings again."

[involuntaryturncoat]

He directs his gaze from the stars back to Sagramore. "I cannot imagine it would be particularly compelling to hear yet another iteration of 'My time was spent in a circle of people none of whom trusted one another and it was thoroughly unenjoyable.' This place feels more like home than any single place after I swore."

[sagramore]

"I would hear thee speak on anything, even something I've heard a thousand times before. I won't grow tired of thee." A beat. "But I'm glad thou art home."

[involuntaryturncoat]

"I'm glad to be at home." He gives Sagramore a squeeze. "And I'm glad to be here with you."

[sagramore]

He rests his head on Asmodean's shoulder for a few moments, then says, "Ready to go back in?"

[involuntaryturncoat]

"In just one moment." He turns to to draw Sagramore into a long kiss and then nods. "All right. Back in."

[sagramore]

In the starlight, Sagramore's eyes shine, and he smiles at Asmodean, twining their fingers together. "All right," he says, very soft.