[open] Drunken Trap Obstacle Course and Chill

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Anyone who didn't go to Tevinter and wants to join.
WHAT: Beleth polled everyone asking them what they wanted to do, this is the result
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Gallows Courtyard
NOTES: If you die, don't blame Beleth

I. Set-Up

The Courtyard is a whirlwind of activity as volunteers flit about, setting up what appears to be an obstacle course, and throwing traps on it, around it, and just kind of everywhere in general. By the side of the work, there's a particularly smelly bucket of dye, to be used to make sure that whoever fails to escape the tracks are marked, just not with blood. People are free to help with the traps, setting up the obstacle course, or to just sit back and watch.

One section of the Courtyard has been roped off from that maddness, and here, chairs and tables, food and drink are being set up. You can help out, or just steal a chair and take a seat. You might get chased off by the Scoutmaster, though.

II. The Party

The party itself is as shapelessly chaotic at the set-up. There's not much in the way of rules or procedure for how things are to go, save for the guideline of 'Try not to get injured / injure anyone else'. In the center of the courtyard is the obstacle course, laden with traps for anyone feeling particularly brave. Around it is a field of similar traps, for those who would prefer not to tango with the obstacle course, but still want to practice maneuvering.

If you fail, the traps have been carefully adjusted to make sure that they don't seriously injure anyone. You'll end up with a bruise, and covered with dye, but the only thing you risk really wounding is your pride.

Not helping with the pride thing is the part of the Gallows that has been sectioned off to serve as a nice, relaxing place to drink, chat, and watch people struggle with the obstacle course. The area has been (sparsely, thanks Salvio) decorated, with little tea candles, and plenty of food and drink available. The alcohol is, for better or worse, available for people who want to attempt the obstacle course as well, if they are really dedicated to almost dying.

There might or might not be a rogue one-eyed elf shooting sponge arrows at people, as well. Watch out for that.

Comments

[onlyhymns]

Though he hesitates briefly, it isn't too long before Cade concedes and allows Nari to take the towel. He even bends his head down toward her so she won't have to reach-- he's not an especially tall man, but elves are known to be diminutive, and... well, he's interacted often enough with Beleth and Myr that it almost comes naturally at this point to make himself smaller for them.

[nadasharillen]

Nari accepts it, and sets to finishing toweling Cade's hair dry with the careful brisk efficiency that characterizes most everything that she does. It's still a little damp when she's done—there's only so much a towel can do, after all—and definitely still unruly, so she tosses the towel over her shoulder to rest and reaches out to finger-comb the mess of curls back into some semblance of order.

All this is done without sparing even a quick glance around to see if anyone is paying attention to them.

[onlyhymns]

It's that same thing as before that always strikes Cade right in the heart: the physical affection that manages to be so gentle and innocent, parental even, and it's always like having a small bite of rich food after weeks of going without any at all. The tiniest sense of being cared about and doted on is enough to fill him with emotions he isn't entirely certain how to control, so after a moment he just straightens again, his smile polite and a bit anxious, his face red as can be.
He'd let her continue, but it's probably best to keep things professional. Well. "Professional."

"Have you eaten?" he asks, after an awkward clearing of his throat, and glances toward the food table. It's a safe subject, and a reliable one.

[nadasharillen]

She'd not been quite done when he straightens, so there's a palm sized patch above Cade's ear that's still sticking out that makes her grin again. Despite her wanting to fix it, he'd moved back, and so she just coughs quietly and taps the area on her own head.

"I—" she starts in response to his inquiry, intending to say that she had, but would happily accompany him, and then frowns thoughtfully as she realizes she can't actually remember the last time she'd eaten anything. What with set-up, testing, and actually running the course, she'd been working solidly for most of the day and can only really recall breakfast. "Huh. Haven't."

Suddenly the table is very interesting.

[onlyhymns]

Catching the gesture, Cade makes a silent 'oops' face and smooths his own hair down, for all the good it does him (very little). It's the thought that counts.
The smile he offers at her realization is fond-- he's hardly one to throw stones, but he's glad she's not fighting it. "Perhaps you should," he suggests, gently, "...before you faint in the middle of terrorizing the next person." Was that....


.............a joke??????

[nadasharillen]

The fondness in Cade’s smile is enough to make Nari duck her own head slightly with a sort of pleased embarrassment similar to what he’d showcased on top of the course. She has to look up again to check his expression just in case the joke (???) wasn’t in fact a joke, but whatever she sees there is reassuring, so she grins back at him.

“We can’t have that,” she replies seriously, even though her smile immediately gives her intonation the lie, “There’s so much dye left that isn’t covering people and I have a solemn duty to distribute it.”

Even though she’s made an agreeable response to the proposition, she’s still loathe to turn to walk over there. Cade had suggested it and would almost certainly follow her over, but he’s looking at her and he’s smiling and interrupting this just doesn’t seem worth—

Nari’s stomach interjects with an insistent grumble, now that it’s been awoken. She looks a mix of surprised, amused, and self-conscious and ruffles her own hair with a rueful grin. Still, although she obediently moves toward the food, the first few steps she takes are backwards, and her gaze lingers when she eventually turns.

[onlyhymns]

He watches her with a pleasant expression, giving a nod when she looks at him, following behind so as to take part as well. It's not that he thinks he can boss her into eating-- not that he'd even want to-- but he's seen how intent Nari can get on her tasks, and it might help to have a reminder there to not go flitting off to something else before she can raise her blood sugar.