[Open] I don't think you're ready for this jelly

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Alistair and Anders and YOU
WHAT: Alistair tightropes. In a dress. While singing.
WHEN: Kingsway 21st
WHERE: Camp Shady Fucker
NOTES: There will probably be some awful sap because this is Nate's birthday, you've been warned. Otherwise, no warnings anticipated.

It's not publicized, but word has a habit of getting out.

Zevran has publicized matters, and now it's time for some morale boosting. There's a low tightrope stretched between two trees with a great many chairs, stumps, and logs set up as seating options. Today is the day for someone to earn himself new boots, shirts, and a shield, and it promises to be a show.

Come on up, pull up a seat, and enjoy the entertainment.

Comments

Mingling

[universal_charm]

Was it really fair for a child to be so cute? No, no it was not, but he was particularly adorable and Kirk waggled his fingers at the little "cub" on his approach. He thankfully resisted cooing, but it was a very, very hard thing to do. Kirk has his own punch and a packet of the candied nuts, the flow of the people naturally bringing him along side Zevran and his off spring.

"You looked like you were particularly enjoying the performance," he grinned at him in an almost conspiratorial way, having noticed Zevran's contributions to the set up of this spectacle.

[ombranera]

"It is always great fun to watch Alistair play the fool- especially if he is going to gain something from it." Such as boots and a shirt and a shield. Well worth a little buffoonery and well worth earning a little coin on the side. Especially if it gives him an excuse to show off his rather cheerful son in his new bear suit.

[universal_charm]

"He did look rather lovely in that dress," he agreed. "Very his color."

He turned his attention from the man of the hour down to the little creature curled against Zevran's chest and his smile softened.

"I see someone else decided to play dress up tonight too."

[ombranera]

"Blue is quite becoming on him, isn't it?" The powder about his eyes, less so- but Zevran had not quite made his way there quick enough to have a say. "Lucci wished to be outside with the crowd- but it is cold out here for an infant. This is better than the usual swaddling of furs I should think."

It certainly makes him more striking.

[universal_charm]

"Very becoming. Whoever picked his costume really should be commended," he nodded knowingly. "Same for the little guy. Can you grow like a bear?" he asked of Lucci, glancing up to Zevran and recalling their last encounter with a twitch of his lips. "Or do you just stick to climbing everything?"

[ombranera]

"A gift from a friend." Made by a late friend- but Lucci does not need to know this. He simply needs to roar and bat at the world with little paws and be adorable. And. Continue to climb as though he were a bear. At Kirk's request Zevran gives Lucci a little jiggle, murmuring. "Let him hear you, Luciano Mio-"

It is a tiny growl and rawr- but it is a rawr none the less.

[universal_charm]

Kirk grins broadly and laughs, clapping his hands in short applause for the child. "You had me fooled there for a second! I almost mistook you for a real bear!"

He made a paw shape curling his fingers in against his palm and mimed a small swipe, looking up to Zevran and coughing.

"I'm probably making a fool of myself, aren't I?"

[ombranera]

"A touch." But Zevran's smile is wide and Lucci reaches out to be held- Kirk is a rifter, a man unknown-

but one that does not delight in violence. He is from a different world, so Zevran hears, in many ways. It is enough for him to offer Lucci gently. For the moment. "Drop him and die, yes? Yes."

A token threat with no heat whatsoever. "But most make themselves fools around children. The younger? The more foolish. At least you are using whole words."

[universal_charm]

The captain is honestly surprised when Zevran lets him take the child. For a moment he feels a flutter of panic since he's just fine interacting with children, holding them is another thing entirely. And he didn't, for a second, doubt Zevran's threat. Carefully he wrapped his arm under Luci's legs and placed a hand on his back to hold him in against his chest, giving a playful growl to the child.

"Eh, you might not say much, but you're taking it all in, aren't you little bear?" he asked Luci with a grin. "How's your night going?" he asked of Zevran, making the bear-claw at Luci again.

[ombranera]

"Well enough. Profit and morale is high, the Kestrels are getting their practice in, Lucci is not fussing." Good times all around, truly. He cannot ask for more- save, perhaps, to have more by way of brandy for himself and Alistair at the end of the night but that seems a bit quibbly.

[universal_charm]

"This was a good idea," he agreed. "Though I get the feeling Alistair wasn't expecting an audience quite this big." He chuckled despite that, readjusting his hold on Lucci. "But it's nice. I needed a good laugh. I'm sure a lot of people did." He glanced to Zevran, as if unsure that had been his original intent, or simply to embarrass his friend as any good friend would.