[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]

"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."