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[heirring]

WHO: Stark, Poppell, Fitz, Ellis + Vance
WHAT: Celebrating Ellis' birthday
WHEN: Late Kingsway
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: One main thread, but feel free to take a smoke break or whatever I'm not the boss of you

There had been no attempt whatsoever to disguise the evening's destination - "I've reserved a box for next week's performance of Visites de l'inspecteur and you are all to come fill it or I will be very unhappy," Wysteria had informed all three of her associates one afternoon as they'd traipsed back toward Kirkwall after an afternoon of poking a Rift with sticks. Rather, the subterfuge involved had come afterward wherein she had given each of them a different start time so that they might all be brought into her scheme at the last possible moment - Mr. Fitz having the face of a man incapable of keeping useless secrets, and Mr. Stark having something of a track record for blabbing them.

With the exception of only Warden Digiorno - whose invitation had been independently extended on the basis that he swear himself to secrecy, and who had consequently been afforded all the details -, each new face which appears in the theater box had been greeted identically: "We are throwing a party for Mr. Ellis. Here is your paper hat and a packet of confetti for throwing when he comes through the curtain. We will all shout 'surprise!' Have you been acquainted with the Warden? Warden Digiorno, this is—"

Which is, perhaps with somewhat varying levels of enthusiasm, more or less how Ellis is assaulted upon arrival.

--Or that's how it would have gone, had Ellis not followed directly after Tony through the box's curtain.

Wysteria is halfway up from her chair. A folded paper crown is smashed to invisibility in her fist. Her good tempered smile turns into a rictus of exasperation.

"Oh good. You're both here," she practically shouts in an attempt to drown out any other premature exclamations. "Mr. Ellis, would you please do me the courtesy of speaking with the gentleman ushering at the top of the stairs. Tell him we've all arrived and are ready for the bottle being kept cold."

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[heorte]

A certain level of absurdity is built in to most of their meetings, regardless of where they take place. Ellis is halfway across the threshold when Wysteria's overly loud greeting stalls him, eyes widening at Wysteria's expression. He'd turned to look to Tony for some clue as to what's transpiring when he realizes who else is in the box.

Vance?? Ellis looks directly at Fitz, conflicting emotions winnowing to the faint confusion visible in his expression. He's still hesitating half in and half out of the box when he looks back at Wysteria.

"Alright," is what he says finally, because the alternative is trying to decide which question he wants to ask first and he's not ready to do that. "Give me a minute."

At which point he backtracks out of the box in search of the usher.