[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

[byblow]

"Wouldn't be the worst thing."

But he takes the sweater and holds it out in front of himself by the shoulders to make sure it's something that's actually going to fit him if he tries to put it on.

"Did you make this?"

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"That's a matter of personal opinion, Alistair. I know for a fact Beleth would be quite put out with you." She quirked a smile, "I did. It's an Anders design with a bit of a Free Marcher flair. Should keep you warm enough - I'm trying to make enough for everyone for winter. You're just my first, ah, victim."

A shrug, "Besides, you were starting to look chilled."

[byblow]

"Beleth?" Alistair says, arching his eyebrows. "I thought she froze to death when I moved into the house."

Dead elves have no say.

The sweater is nice, though. He pulls it over his head and reemerges on the other end with his hair mussed. "Thank you."

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Bethany blinked, as she looked around until she spotted the elven woman. "So that is her ghost over there? Pining away for your warmth."

A look back at him, then she beamed, "You're welcome! Now you won't make me think you are having a rough day and freezing to death."

[byblow]

Alistair cranes his neck to look for her, too, and then nods for Bethany: yes, that's her ghost. A spirity spirit of abandonment and cold.

"You're sweet," he says, smoothing the sweater down over his torso. "How's your day going?"

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"I would be perturbed but she seems lively enough. Perhaps we can put her ghost to rest with some really good food ..."

She looks back at him, and her smile is a touch tighter than usual, "I am happy for the day of Nate's birthday, always. I ... am not so happy with the gathering, but it's not my place to interfere. Especially since it was ... well. All agreed to."