[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

[ichaer]

"You shouldn't say that. Some proper blush would really suit you and bring out your eyes along with all that other nonsense but honestly most women really just like wearing it." She only wears eyeliner, go figure. "I'm starting to think that I'd have an easier time putting makeup on the raccoon."

[byblow]

"Good," Alistair says. He'll take that as a badge of pride. "If the darkspawn ever switch to painting us instead of tainting us, I'll put up a good fight."

[ichaer]

"They'd probably just break your legs though or just... take your head and leave the rest behind." Maybe, probably. It seemed like a darkspawn thing to do.

[byblow]

"Before that," Alistair says, because he can't really argue, "I'd put up a good fight."

He leans backwards, aiming to move out of her reach.

"Surely that's enough."

[ichaer]

"Just remember: be the raccoon."

In the end she can only snicker before raising her hands and sitting back with a sigh.

"I suppose I've done all I can for you."