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.

Comments

[futaille]

He does a little turn. "I let Dionysus pick it out. It's certainly sparkly."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"'Tis not merely thine outfit."

[futaille]

"You have to admit it does shine, though."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I'd not deny it, but I meant thee," flirtatiously.

[futaille]

He grins. "I'm glad to hear it. I'm even more glad to hear it from you specifically."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Really?" His expression is bright, delighted. "And why is that?"

[futaille]

"Your good opinion is priceless. You're incredibly genuine, you know."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs, "I am only as I am."

[futaille]

"Exactly."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot laughs again, flushing, "So it is good, then, is it?"

[futaille]

"Of course it is."

[lanselos_du_lac]

With a little glint in his eye he says, "Perhaps thou might find us a drink and explain how that is so?"

[futaille]

"I would be happy to." He takes Lancelot's hand. "You came to the right man, it's nearly impossible to find a drink around here." With that, he pulls him over to the closest extremely large and obvious drink table.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I'm so grateful to have a guide."

[futaille]

"Happy to serve the purpose, of course. Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

He seems to consider then says, "Something new or interesting."

[futaille]

Grantaire grins. He made sure to have some specific requests in for the offerings and Dionysus was of course kind enough to make sure they were fulfilled. "I can provide both." He scans over the bottles. "It's the distillation of a fruit I discovered since arriving."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Oh really? What sort of fruit?"

[futaille]

He finds the bottle of durian liqueur. "It's called durian. It's from some tropical islands in the Pacific. The exterior is spiky and the flesh is pungent."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Pungent?"

[futaille]

He nods and opens the bottle, holding it out to Lancelot to smell.