[ 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

[mereandrastianism]

You're rather fortunate to be alive.

[ The whole experience sounds more horrid than anything, but the look on the woman's face says that pure sympathy for her plight might not be the ideal response. ]

Surely some must be a little more usual. I can't imagine Riftwatch would have survived so long otherwise.

[heirring]

[Wysteria places a hand quite delicately over her collarbone, a most gracious tip of the head in respect for the fact that she hasn't been murdered by enemy forces yet. That is, however, all the acknowledgement the subject really seems to warrant as she is quite pleased to chatter on with respect to their colleagues in its stead.]

I believe you will find that even the scullery maids are quite extraordinary for one reason or another. There are much less interesting places where one might find work in Kirkwall, I am quite certain of it.

[And then that hand has fallen away, and her attention has sharpened more specifically on her conversational partner.]

Are you quite new to the Gallows? I don't believe we've been introduced.

[mereandrastianism]

I suppose there must be--but given Kirkwall's general reputation, I can hardly blame someone for wanting to stay away from the city proper.

[ Revolutionaries and criminals and the past threat of Qunari...most of the news that comes from Kirkwall is of a large and rather dangerous city, at least as Betrys reads it. ]

You've caught me--I still feel like a stranger in Riftwatch's midst. [ She says it with the bright smile of a jest, in hopes that it might feel less true. ] Lady Betrys Miniver, of Ostwick. And with whom have I the pleasure of speaking?

[heirring]

[Her hand is produced, but it is the left one and not meant for shaking. With no gloves to hide it, the sickly green tinge of the anchor is plainly visible in her palm when it has not been so thoroughly wrapped around a cup.]

Miss Wysteria Poppell, of a place beyond the Fade. Kalvad, specifically, though I hardly expect anyone to know the name. I work in the Research division, and am somewhat accessory to the Seneschal's work with respect to the comings and going of supplies and so on for the Gallows proper. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Miniver.