[open]

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria & YOU
WHAT: Anchor-related adventures and/or drama in fantasy September.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some anchor and rift-related peril; open stuff is in the comments, but may use this as a catch-all. If an open prompt doesn't suit you, feel free to wildcard me or hit me up and I can write something bespoke. Prose or brackets is a-okay.

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[propulsion]

He is quietly if still very plainly pleased with himself when she responds brightly and hilariously, but moves on a delay when his souvenir is passed back. But after that he doesn't skip a beat, emptying the cards into his own shard-riddled hand with a controlled, Vegasy flutter of shining card that reforms back into a neat rectangle in his palm before handing them back for her to inspect.

Like the carton they came in, they're very lovely, shining gold, deep ink, and apparently unused, rounded corners and sharp edges crisp.

"Perfectly fine is fine," Tony says, slouching back into his chair and then casting an eye out for something, looking over his shoulder, then down by floor near the bed, then towards the corner of the room all while he says, "But it's not fun, which is the point of parties. At least where I'm from. Probably a cultural difference."

[heorte]

By contrast, Ellis has straightened in his chair from what had been approaching an uncharacteristic slouch. Boots planted on the ground in front of him, elbows on arms of the chair, eyes moving between the two of them as they speak.

"Orlesians have a different idea of what's fun," is Ellis' quiet, diplomatic contribution.

One which only glancingly includes his distaste for Orlesians and all things associated with them. That's beside the point of this conversation.

[heirring]

Inspect the cards she does, balancing the deck carefully at her side so she can paw through them and examine the various suits with some semblance of order.

"That's precisely why it ought to have been enjoyable. I've always wanted to see Orlesian nobility in their native habitat. I imagine it must be hilariously mannered."

This is, of course, all very easy to say from a sickbed. Even a very dull party must be preferable to no party at all in an infirmary.