[ 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

Sister Sara Sawbones

[okayimin]

i

She shows up more dressed down than normal, in only the simple white dress normally worn under the Chantry red frock. It really has more to do with the fact that she doesn't have much in the way of clothes that don't stink of jungle filth or weren't converted into some other more helpful supply along the way. Either way, she shows up with a large dusty bottle that she plops down on the table and opens up.

It smells sharp and acidic and frankly horrible, but that doesn't stop Sawbones from pouring out a measure in a glass. It's murky and an oily yellowish color. She knocks it back in one swallow and lets out a breath.

"Sod, that's better." She gestures to whoever happens to be nearest, "Here. Ain't a party til you've had some of this."

ii.

Sawbones doesn't dance, but she'll sing once the Duster hooch and wine have had time to settle in her stomach and warm her throat. She has no particular gift for it, but it suits the more jaunty reels just fine. She sits on a table and kicks out the beat with her heel against the table leg, clapping along as she sings. When there's a shift in the music, she'll consider the height from her perch to the floor and then wave her empty cup at a passerby.

"Oi, mind gettin' me a little?"

iii

As the third place holder in a previous drinking competition, Sawbones has an impressive tolerance, but still overindulgence really only leads to one thing. It's late in the night when she finally hauls herself up.

"Come on," she says, hauling also at sleeves, "We need to get to the kitchens." She's only swaying a little bit, which is frankly impressive.