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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[vineleaves]

"I am a god, yes." A god who doesn't like fucking up people's minds.

[minor_variation]

"Then why wouldn't you do it the easy way?"

[vineleaves]

“I suppose that’s true. Alright — well, in order for this to work, I need something from you.” He starts weaving together vines in a way that’s a little aimless but hopefully looks purposeful. “I need you to tell me… seven,” seven is a good number, Apollo would be proud, “things you really like about yourself.”

[minor_variation]

Gaheris blinks. He's not quite naturally suspicious enough, especially not of a god (it might be different if he were talking to Magnus), to find this worth interrogating, but it's still not what he expected. "Seven?" he asks weakly. "Um-- I'm good at staying out of trouble."

[vineleaves]

“Ooh, that’s a very good skill to have! There’s a lot of people who would benefit from learning something like that, you know.”

[minor_variation]

"I know how to sail a boat. And fish too. Can that be two?"

[vineleaves]

"I don't see why not. Sailing a boat and fishing are two entirely different skills."

[minor_variation]

"We all know how. It's that and sheep."

[vineleaves]

"Ooh, I love sheep. We should get some here. They can hang out with Apollo's cows."

[minor_variation]

"They're bleeding awful. They're dumb and they're always getting hurt."

[vineleaves]

"Not a fan, I take it?"

[minor_variation]

"They wander off and get stuck in holes or tangled up in plants and you've got to rescue them."

[vineleaves]

"That's part of the charm though! They're like babies. Big, fluffy babies."

[minor_variation]

Gaheris makes a face. "I don't want a baby."

[vineleaves]

"Alright, fair enough," he laughs warm and cheerful. "If any sheepies show up, I'll make sure you are at no point in charge of them."

[minor_variation]

"I appreciate it."

[vineleaves]

"Alright, we're up to three things you really like about yourself, what else?"