SATINALIA 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.

[deuselfmachina]

WHO: All
WHAT: A second crack at celebrating Satinalia, because we deserve nice things.
WHEN: Mid-Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, in the gardens.
NOTES: n/a

It's twilight when Second Satinalia is in its fullest swing. The weather is unseasonably warm, and so they've made use of the gardens as the site for partying. Carefully placed lanterns shine through the odd tree or hover over bushes that have since lost their flowers.

However, decoration makes up for the lack of springtime flora. The space is decorated in shining garlands of gold and silver ribbons, paper flowers, and hanging ornamentations that flip between moons and suns. (If they look a little used, it's because these are second-hand decorations from slightly more affluent Satinalia parties been and gone, borrowed or donated.) There is also a firepit, providing a source of warmth and light.

In the invitations that went out, everyone was encouraged to come in costume as they'd intended to, but noted that for those whom their costumes were ruined or they would simply like to wear something different, there will be masks available, along with some costume pieces—fake jewelry, big hats, faux-velvet and harlequin coats, and so on, though they must be given back, s'il vous plaît. Florent will also offer his abilities in face painting and makeup prior to the party beginning, and will talk you into going spooky in case more skeletons come and they need to blend in to throw them off. (He can be found with his own stylish paintwork, a skeletal design in silver and white and grey.)

Everyone has also been invited to bring along some food and drink if they have it, as their budget is run a bit thin, but there will definitely be enough wine to go around, and some fruits and sweet pastries purchased from the market that day all offered on a table.

There is some music, a few local musicians (who have been promised, variously, tickets to shows, or work opportunities with certain prominent Orlesian playhouses, which may or may not be legitimate) set up with a fiddle, some percussion instruments, something that resembles a very elaborate xylophone, all playing a diverse array of up tempo tunes that allow for a bit of dancing in the more open area of the garden, but otherwise suffuses the shadows and fractured conversations with pleasant noise.

Drink, be merry, don't kill anyone.

Comments

[illithidnapped]

That impression earns the stupidest possible laugh. Well done.

“A good guess, but no. I asked myself what I might find lurking in Riftwatch’s tower chambers whilst everyone else is getting drunk on second-rate wine.” And knowing Astarion, he might actually be telling the truth despite all his present, very-much-not-built-for-stealth raiment.

“Officially, though?”

He holds out his own arm, hand extended as though waiting for Dante to offer his elbow— his own substantial silhouette— as a show of acquiescence.

“I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather bring along for the evening. Particularly if trouble shows up.”

[rebellionyell]

Fortunately, humility is not something Dante experiences in massive doses, he's not at all afraid of putting himself out there for laughs or a good time.

"Bodyguard, date, it's the same thing really," he grabbed his Devil Arms from the corner, the bound mass was large and unwieldly in its coverings, but he kept it hidden as to not cause children to run away screaming and women fainting in the streets.

Still, if there were to be any trouble, he'd rather have it on him than not and while he could use his fists proficiently enough, he found the intimidation of a weapon on hand was often a good deterrent.

"If trouble doesn't show up..." Dante began offering an elbow to Astarion, knowing how a well-heeled gentleman is supposed to act, "...you'll be able to brag that you nabbed yourself one hell of a dancing partner."

He punctuated that sentence buy closing the door behind him and locking it for good measure. He didn't have much, but what he did have he'd like to keep and he'd hate to have to kick someone's ass over theft.