[ 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]

Okay, but where did you two even go dancing. The dude is like 99% work.

[heirring]

Oh, you misunderstand me entirely. [Wysteria turns her now, steering her up a newly reformed column at a clip and with a flounce of rose colored skirts.] The Seneschal and I have never been partners, as delighted as I would be to have the opportunity. No, I noted his skill during the aforementioned class under Monsieur Bastien's instruction. He and Madame de Cedoux made the most shockingly elegant pair. They put the rest of us to shame.

[windyvoice]

No kidding? Shit, I can't imagine Madame de Cedoux needing etiquette instruction like basically ever. [ She's getting the hang of it now, though still with Wysteria at the helm, moving more nimbly than before. ] I'd go to an etiquette class to see that, not gonna lie.

[heirring]

Well, Madame de Cedoux is a Rifter for all that she is perfectly elegant. I'm certain there are some things we do here in Thedas that are baffling even to a woman with such poise as the lady in question. Practice, as they say, makes perfect.

[Case in point being the fact that she hardly has to steer Jenny Lou into this next turn whatsoever.]

[windyvoice]

Okay, but I'm a Rifter too and she's got waaay more of a handle on this than me. [ They swing into the next turn without Jenny Lou needing to mind her feet at all. ]

Tho Thedas is weird as fuck.

[heirring]

I find it fascinating. I realize my opinion is colored somewhat from coming to it in the middle of a war, after a great general upheaval of all the usual things, but it has such an air of— of people walking backwards to get where they want to go, if that makes any sense whatsoever.

[She flashes a grin at Jenny Lou as they romp through the next turn.]

Very strange indeed.