[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

[ombranera]

"That is a conversation to have with him, not me." The nuances of Alistair's moods and whims, the extent of his dignity? Are known to the man himself alone. Even Zevran cannot always guess at it.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

"True enough ... although I don't think I'll get a straight answer." She smile a little more sadly, before gently squeezing Luci's little hands. "At any rate, I'm going to make myself scarce again. Have a good evening, Zevran."