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WHO: Anyone who wants to come!
WHAT: Cyril plans a surprise party for Sam and Kirk
WHEN: This Saturday
WHERE: Sam and Kirk's home
NOTES: This is the party Cyril started planning here. I'm going to include two header comments for prep before the party, and for Kirk and Sam to come home so everyone can enjoy the 'Surprise!' moment, otherwise, please treat this like a normal mingle post, put in your characters enjoying the party and tag around!

Cyril was pleased with how many had wanted to help with this party. Christine had offered to distract both Kirk and Sam. Adasse had put together some tasty potatoes. Korrin had arrived to help arrange furniture to use the space better for a crowd and had brought spiced wine and sweets. Anders had helped with decorations.

They had done well, even with the food shortage, and the house smelled inviting thanks the the work of everyone coming together.

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Kirk's might have. It had a solar back-up. It was hard to gather solar energy out in space, so they relief on the electricity produced from the nuclear engines. Engineers had added to the solar backup on many of their electronics, especially those critical for communication and survival, on the off chance they were stranded on a planet.

"Less electrical charge, perhaps?" he suggested. "More organic material? It's any number of guesses." Which was always frustrating. He didn't like that sort of thing. He liked answers.

"Oh, well enough," he shrugged. "Just taking it one day at a time, as usual. Not much else to really do here, right?"

Fancy pants with the fancy technology there.

"Yeah, no clue. Still, what I wouldn't give to just be able to be on my phone for an hour, you know?" He misses it. If nothing else, he has a few photos of his friends in there and of home. It'd be nice to look at them again.

"Besides work and getting drinks, no not really. Ugh. We need like a movie theater in this town." Never mind that it wouldn't work. "Or like a theater production. Something."

"Heh, well, you could start it up. Where there's a will there's a way, right? I'm sure you could get one of the eccentric upper crust to back you," he chuckled. "I'd back you with what I had. I'd at least come and see your first show for sure. You put on a great epic from your world, yeah? You'd be the talk of Thedas!"

Prompto laughs, half amused and half incredulous. "Me? Act? Noooooooo no no no no. No way. Not a good liar or able to pretend to be something I'm not." Says the dude who hides his insecurities and doubts all the damn time.

"It's not really lying. It's telling a story, and you're being authentic to the story. You're telling someone else's truth," he reasoned, not believing Prompto at all. He seemed like just the sort that would do well in a theatre setting, he thought. He had the exuberance for it.

"But you gotta put yourself in someone else's shoes and memorize lines and all that, right?" The memorization part doesn't sound all that great. Not to mention the stage fright... "Not to mention I'd probably puke if I got put in front of a bunch of people like that."

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