Birthday Shenanigans

[gatheringstorm]

WHO: Korrin, Open to any positive CR (even if it's 'we met that one time and didn't hate each other')
WHAT: Birthday pub crawl/a quieter gathering for close friends?
WHEN: Drakonis 25 for the dinner. The pub crawl is the next evening.
WHERE: Kirkwall (the docks and Lowtown)/Korrin and Araceli's dockside apartment (inside or on the roof)
NOTES: Consider this your chance to add new and stupid names for various taverns in the city. Threadjacking is a-ok and there's no posting order. Adding CW as needed.

Pub Crawl

The message, given over the sending crystals, is pretty simple. Korrin's birthday has arrived and she wants to celebrate it with good friends and good drinks. Since Kirkwall has a variety of places, why not sample them all, or at least the places that will allow a qunari? It's made clear that presents aren't necessary, so no pressure there. She's more interested in the company and making some good memories than anything else. Meet her at the docks by sunset, and prepare for a wild night.

Dinner with friends

You know who you are. If you're at all close with Korrin or Korrin and Araceli (especially both of them), then you're invited to a calm, relaxing night of good quality cuisine, wine, and maybe some music and card games. The menu? It's Korrin, so there's a distinct prevalence of northern fare; spiced wine, Llomerryn Red with roasted potatoes or fresh oysters, paella, and alfajors, among other things. Every dish -of which there is an abundance- is set up buffet-style, with comfortable seating in a semi-circle not far away.

Make yourself comfortable, and watch your plate or a certain fox might try to sneak off with your dinner.

Comments

[foxsays]

"He still misses them you know? His subjects." The one time Lux was substantially larger than anything other than a cat. Mark it down in the book because chances are that it'll never happen again, he hasn't had the chance to go to Zimevur to meet the little golden desert foxes yet. "That pan's still hot," she taps it with her knife, a little garlic hissing when it touches the side where it clings to the blade before she crushes more, up on the balls of her feet to press down with more weight to crush it just right.

And this would be so much better if she weren't surrounded right now by garlic peels, holding a very large knife - well fine, the knife could absolutely be part of it, she usually has at the very least three blades on her at all times - and dirty clothes with splashes of this and that on them that she'll change out of later. But Araceli raises an eyebrow, shaking her hair over her shoulder. "If you're good. Maybe."

[gatheringstorm]

"Then I'll be on my very best behavior." Korrin flashes a smile, confident she can manage that with the proper incentive. Not that it's difficult, Araceli always has a way of smoothing her rougher edges, bringing out the best in the Vashoth with just her presence.

Nodding at mention of the pan, she'll also grab some mushrooms and elfroot. Elfroot will take longer than spinach, but if she's going to make a Dalish dish, it might as well be with the most authentic ingredients, halla butter aside. "And I would always trust your sailing skills with my life, of course. Llomerryn is perfect; you can always find -or sell- things you can't anywhere else, after all. They probably wouldn't blink an eye if we arrived with a mystery box and its contents. And afterward, Lux can be rewarded with a trip to visit his subjects. Or we could get one to keep, so he can savor being tall. Though he might like that idea less, since he wouldn't have our undivided attention at home."