[ open: all arise! ]

[vorbratta]

WHO: you. yes, you there. you're invited
WHAT: Sonia is throwing a big party, because everyone needs an excuse to get good and drunk together right now. And dancing. There is always dancing.
WHEN: Justinian, shortly after the return of the jungle crew
WHERE: The suite at the top of the mage tower
NOTES: ♫ have some party jams ♫

The month in the jungle was a long one, made longer by the total lack of any alcohol to mitigate the experience. Utterly unthinkable. Sonia is addressing a public need by throwing a grand party -- a public service, even. Besides, it's what she does. When was the last time she got to plan a party, anyway? Granted, this is not a Denerim soiree for the young nobility, but the venue doesn't matter. Only the people and the drinks, and Sonia is assuredly rich in both. It is also a fantastic excuse not to think about any of the bad things that have happened since she was last in Kirkwall.

The decoration in the residential suite at the top of the mage tower would be best classified as improvisational -- one of those drapes tacked along the wall for ambience may be a bedsheet -- but it's the spirit of the thing that counts. One makes do with what one has. In one corner are a few tables laden with spirits, some provided by Sonia, others by generous partygoers. There are a few Barra vineyard vintages in the mix, highlights of her personal collection, a testament to the celebration she considers tonight to be. There's a small selection of food nearby, mostly for snacking to go with the drinks, though guests are free to bring whatever they like to share.

And there is, of course, music. Someone here has brought a fiddle or a flute or a bunch of pots masquerading as a drum set. Maybe you've brought your very own a capella choir. Whatever the accompaniment, there's something to dance to. Sonia makes sure there is dancing.

Tonight is not for licking wounds or swapping grisly stories of terror and survival. Tonight is for feeling alive, getting properly and delightfully drunk, and having a good god damn time.

Comments

[windyvoice]

"Rad," she says with a wide grin, patting his arm, "Don't worry, dude, we can find a way to use your dick to start a fire too."

[highborn]

He grimaces at the mental image, but permits this pat of his arm.

"Thank you for the inclusion," he says, "But I'll pass on that part. Did you miss my careful restraint?"

[windyvoice]

"Nah, I caught it, but I decided to ignore it cus we're drunk and literally why wouldn't we talk about dicks?" She's very sincere about that. Everyone talks about dicks while drunk. "Where's a good place to build a fire pit?"

[highborn]

As great as lighting something on fire sounds, Vanadi takes a moment to fix her with a loftily quirked brow. "Dicks, yes, certainly. My dick -- " He lifts his glass for stern emphasis. "Off limits, if you please."

[windyvoice]

She is unperturbed by the lofty brow. She is teenager, fear her. Actually what she does do is snort and wave the stern emphasis off, trying to swipe his glass in the process, "Nooooo worries, babe, this is some strictly platonic dick talking. The only wood we're getting is gonna get set on fire."