[ 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

[sulahnan]

[ His grin might be stupid but she's particularly weak to Stupid Type Pokemon, so it's super effective. She grins back, almost considering him for a moment too long and betraying the nothing but endeared and maybe a little inspired thoughts she's thinking.

Not like a eureka style inspiration, but the begrudging inspiration that makes you work on yourself. A slap in the face with her own faults and the beginning of an idea that she might learn to accept. ]

What if shutting up stops you from working it out? [ Ever think about that? ]

Maybe you should ask Laura what would make her happy and go from there.

[inkindled]

[Oh.

Having briefly fixated on sussing out what that expression on Athessa's face might mean, Matthias very suddenly changes course as realization dawns on him. Talking is, at last, the answer. He needs to talk at Laura. No--to Laura. Of course. It will also be very difficult but if he starts talking and does not stop, he will eventually get to what he wants to say, so--]

Yeah. Hey, yeah. [Inspired, he scoots away from the wall and starts trying to climb to his feet, wine and ale and weed all conspiring to keep him clumsy and on the floor.] I can do that! Thanks, Tessa, that's-- ow-- [as he twists his knee a little; he slaps a hand against the wall to give him better leverage as he untwists--] --brilliant, thanks. I'll do that. Right now.

[sulahnan]

[ The momentary amusement at watching him stumble upwards to standing freezes on her face when he calls her Tessa. It's only half a heartbeat's hitch before she smiles wider, nodding. ]

Good luck, then. [ Maybe it's time to recontextualize her old nickname, eh? She doesn't mind it as much when someone like Matty uses it. It feels like acceptance, rather than being reduced. ] Remember to breathe between sentences.