after all these years, you don't want to see me poppin' outta da cake?!

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate & OPEN
WHAT: Everything is super serious and elves are in baby jail, so it's a good time to have your birthday party and have it be as loud as possible.
WHEN: 4th of Cloudreach
WHERE: Herald's Rest
NOTES: There might be nudity. Heinous!

♠ EARLY AFTERNOON.

So bees aside.

Yes, there was a bit of a bee problem a few days ago in the room that Twisted Fate had acquired while Sera was gone. As he said, all was fair among fellow thieves, and he really doesn't need the room, but it's such a good location he thought he'd... borrow it awhile, at least until it stopped being funny. He isn't even sure he managed to get all of the bees out, but he does need to eventually plan a little strike back to her.

Post-birthday, anyway.

For now, there are drinks, there is cake -- red velvet, thank you -- and little paper hats for you!

Socialize, be merry. Twisted Fate is around somewhere, no doubt.


♠ EARLY EVENING.

At this point, there are games to be had, as one might expect.

Wicked Grace and Diamondback are the popular choices, though Twisted Fate might encourage a few drinking games as well. Alternatively, perhaps you come up with your own game.

After all, he's never opposed to try something new.


♠ LATE, LATE, LATE.

Plenty of people, perhaps even yourself, has probably taken in so much drink by this point that nothing is quite even and thinking is hard. But it's all in good fun.

How are you feeling? Or is the party over?


♠ WILDCARD.

Choose your own adventure!

Comments

Late, late, late

[keeperofmagi]

She had made an effort, to give an appearance at the beginning of the party, but had left shortly after. She had felt awkward and out of place, and did not want to be the cause of any disruptions, so thought it best to simply show her face and then take her leave.

She did return, however. Long after the sun had set, and the party was winding down, she came back - a long, thin package wrapped in a dull brown cloth under her arm.

She ignored most of the party goers, who at this point were mostly stumbling around drunkedly, and instead made a beeline for Twisted Fate as soon as she spotted him. She waited until he was done whatever he was doing, and then stepped up with a small half-smile.

"You seem to have managed quite the party."

[wickedchase]

It's been a long, glorious day. Not the most rambunctious party he's ever attended, or made, but enjoyable all the same. The occasional soiree is pleasant, but this is something he'd always been more familiar with.

His eyes catch onto Nerva as she approaches, and he brightens considerably.

"I'd say it was a shame that you missed it, but I know it wouldn't have been to your liking. So I'll simply say that I'm glad I didn't miss you at all today. That would have been the true shame."

Early afternoon

[gatheringstorm]

Of course Korrin arrives, and she arrives early. There's little she enjoys more than celebrating with a friend, and after the times they've had lately, they're both in desperate need of something less dire. A birthday gathering seems the perfect diversion, one she can't resist.

The Vashoth mage arrives with a long, slim box and glances around for Twisted Fate. This is something she would feel the need to deliver personally, not leave in a gift pile for later. And those paper hats are noted, but as they aren't suited for qunari heads, she'll (thankfully) have a good excuse to pass.

[wickedchase]

"Anyone seen Amumu? He's supposed to be arranging the cake, but I'm going to assume someone's locked him out of the kitchen -- or worse, in it." He likes hiring dwarven entertainers, but they're either surly or easy to miss, it seems. Maybe it's just Fate's luck.

But then, it's hard to miss Korrin, and when he sees her Twisted Fate smiles brightly.

"Spitfire! I assumed you'd come, but you're early. Not much happening at the moment." He glances at the box, and his brow raises.

"Not that I'm not curious..." And not that it isn't a birthday, but he still can't help but feel a little surprised.

early afternoon

[serannas]

Ellana doesn't really know Twisted Fate that well, but she knows he's a Dalish elf who always wears a hat, so she finds him at one point to say hello while cheerfully wearing a little paper hat of her own.

"Happy Birthday. How has your day been so far?" Because everyone deserves to have a good birthday.

[wickedchase]

The last member of Clan Ashara for him to meet. It's been long overdue, he supposes, but he knows of Ellana, vaguely. Really, he's quite curious to see what she's like in person.

No better time than the present.

"Well, I've arranged a party for my lucky day. I couldn't complain." Twisted Fate smiles at her in return. "Thank you for the well wishes, madame. Ellana, isn't it?"

Sera OTA

[arsebiscuit]

Early Afternoon

Of course she was there bright and early. Checking out the state of her digs, thanks. Giggling a bit whenever a left over bee bumbled past. But, as her gift, she wasn't going to make anything explode until after he'd had his revenge. Only right to let the other player make his move before taking another turn.

She's social instead, flitting from here to there and finding out what sort of company the thief kept at once. Also eating the cake. And seeing just how many hats could fit on her- and anyone that will stand still long enough for her to get it on them- head. Including that of the birthday boy. (There's only a bee in one of them for him, she swears).

Early to late evening.

She'd been at cards and such for most of the evening (and threads involving that are more than welcome). But as the sun's gone down and the drinks have flowed, Sera eventually claims the head of one of the large tables in the center of the tavern.

"Right, game's 'Never Have I Ever,' yeah? Gather 'round. I'm first off: never have I ever made it with a noble."

[OOC: If you want to play the game, just respond with a never have I ever statement (ie: never have I ever been stabbed by a templar), then drink whenever someone lists something you have done- then tell the story if you want! Feel free to reply to Sera and/or other people in the thread.]

Early evening

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin joins in, because why not? She snorts and shakes her head at the first offering, sadly not touching her own drink. "Why would I, so they can have bragging rights about banging a 'Qunari'? I'm not that generous. Their servants, though...well, why the hell not.

Let's see...never have I ever visited Tevinter. Probably obvious why."

early to late evening

[wickedchase]

Aaaand, he's already drinking with a sigh. "Right off the bat, hm?

"Well, never have I ever put bees into a room."

late

[keeperofmagi]

[She takes the drink as she sits down, because now that there were fewer people, she wasn't in quite as much of a rush to disappear.]

Assuming I understand what 'made it' means, then yes.

Never have I ever... [She faltered there, because imagination was hard -]... ah... lost my sword in a fight.

Early to late evening [Thread hopping welcome]

[el_tybs]

Oh Maker this game again? Even though he thinks that, Sam has a wide grin on his face as listens to Sera setup the game. Figures she would go first since she started it.

"Can't say that I have." Not much anyone really.

"Never have I split my pants in public."

[justice_is_blond]

"Oh, the look on their face when they realized they'd just slept with a mage," he says with a smirk before taking a sip. "Personally, I tend to think the robes and staff are a dead giveaway, and if they can't figure it out from that, then it serves them right. And I didn't know they were a noble at the time, though perhaps the nice jewelry should have said as much."

There's a pause as he tries to pick something she might have done that's not too obvious. "Never have I ever fallen out of a tree?"

[arlathvhen]

Early evening (open)

Beleth appears, surprisingly, in the evening. Even she looks a little surprised by it, but she comes in and orders a drink. And she keeps her mug full through the evening, never drinking enough to get actually drunk, sipping on it occasionally as she attempted to figure out how to play cards, or joined people for drinking games.

After a few attempts to play Wicked Grace, Beleth invented a new card game that seems to involve the cards fighting each other while muttering 'pew pew!' under her breath. What the fuck.

Late late late

Thanks to self-control, Beleth is doing a lot better than most of the party goers. She's allowed herself to upgrade to a pleasant buzz. Just enough to help her feel a little more relaxed, confident, and not raise to any bait Twisted Fate may play for her. Once she's sure that most people are either insensate or gone, she approaches whatever table Twisted Fate has parked himself at, and pulls a little box out, sliding it over to him and sitting down.

"I trust that you follow the outside world's tendency towards presents." She said, then pursed her lips. That was an instigating remark. Try again, idiot. "...Because. I got you a present and I hope you like it?" Smooth.

[wickedchase]

The opening statement is very Beleth of her, and Twisted Fate snorts faintly in amusement -- at least until she's actually giving him something. He lifts his feet off of the table and sits upright, his eyes curious.

He's very suspicious.

"How very un-Dalish of you," he says wryly. "Very well. I'll see where this leads."

So, he will indeed open the box.

Early Evening

[samahl]

"I'm almost certain that's not how you play that game, lethallan," Cyril says as he slides in next to her. Despite their earlier conversation about the birthday boy, he isn't smirking knowingly or anything. He's not about to tease her if she needs confidence. He still doesn't know if she has any mischievous plans for it.

Early Evening

[samahl]

Cyril isn't drinking but he enjoys playing the games. He also enjoys celebrating Twisted Fate. He kind of needs something to focus on and an excuse to be around attractive people and watch them get more and more drunk is worth it.

[wickedchase]

"Cyril, my dear. Thank you for coming -- it's always a joy to see you."

That, he does mean. Presents have been far from the expectation, but at least seeing people he enjoys being around here is more than enough.

Isabela | OTA

[easternseaqueen]

Afternoon

What, a chance for a party, with food and drink and fun? Like Isabela's going to miss that. She turns up early, bottle of Rivaini rum in hand with a red ribbon tied around it by way of a present. And hopefully it'd be enjoyed before the night is over.

Evening

So you want to play a game? Good. So does Isabela. And she's likely to prove a worthy, and tricky, opponent. All right, she cheats. Just don't bet anything you're not prepared to lose.

Late night

Ah, the food has been good, and so has the drink and the games. Still, there's a lot of fun that's been had and... chances are good the Admiral is still up for plenty more.

Wildcard

[Surprise me!]

[wickedchase]

"Isabela, madame, how good it is to see you."

Oh, he definitely has his eye on the Rivaini rum. It's been far too long.

"I certainly hope you have every intention of sharing that."

Early Evening

[the_effect_she_has]

To say Katniss has a lot to in a day is ... pretty much the understatement of the current year. She'd taken a lot on her plate, but she didn't mind a minute of it. Keeping busy kept her from thinking sticky thoughts - like her future - if she had one - etc ... oh look, another job needed doing.

So, it was well into the evening that she arrived at Twisted's party, where people were already well into their cups, there was a bunch of laughter, and she ... stalled at the doorstep, her eyes going wide.

All right.

She could do this.

She survived a soiree with the grabby hands of the nobility. She could ... walk into the tavern mid-swing of a wild party.

She just had to remember her mantra. Smile. Keep smiling. Smile.

Do not break the hand of the first person to touch your butt. Just ... twist the fingers a little. Yes. Okay.

So she plunged in, gift in hand, to find Twisted Fate.

[wickedchase]

It's not hard to find Twisted Fate when he wants to be found: he likes being the center of attention, and fully welcomes it, especially on today of all days. That, and the hat is big damned giveaway for his location, by the bar and laughing with others as he entertains with a tale.

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of Katniss, and excuses himself. With a smile, he turns and greets her warmly.

"Katniss. This isn't too noisy for you, is it?" He suspects it is.

Early Evening [ OTA ]

[ombranera]

Playing cards and not showing what you have in your hand is a bit of a challenge when you're in someone else's lap. But Zevran is, if nothing else, ever and always up for a challenge. Who's lap is he in? Whoever looked like they wouldn't stab him for it- and he makes a fine partner besides! After enough brandy he'll go so far as to offer advice and murmur to whoever he's perched upon the tells and tricks of the others playing the game.

[justice_is_blond]

He's awful at card games. It's not just luck. It's the fact that he can't bluff to save his life, and so he's got even less reason to protest Zevran resting in his lap and offering suggestions. It's not like he can do worse.

"Play the wh--. Right. Never mind." Questioning would be stupid. Anders plays the card suggested, and for once a round actually goes to him. It's a nice change.

Early evening, OTA

[justice_is_blond]

He's nursing his glass of water, nibbling at a piece of cake, and steadily losing every game he tries. Two of the three are fun, at least. And the other is only because he'd played Never Have I Ever and is already at the maximum that Justice ever wants him to drink.

[A]

"I don't suppose you know a card game that doesn't require any bluffing?" he asks someone nearby.

[B]

Another hand is dealt, and he frowns before he can stop himself, looking up to see if anyone else is making obvious faces.

As the party is winding down

[keeperofmagi]

She had stayed longer than she meant to. Roped in with alcohol and good company, it was far, far later than she anticipated when she finally stepped back out of the tavern. The air smelled incredibly fresh compared to the hot sticky sweat smell of the Tavern after a night of partying. And she was proud of herself. She hadn't started a single fight - hadn't made a fool of herself and had given Fate his gift with barely a tremble in her hand. Yes, it was a good night.

At least, it was, until she heard a guffaw off to the side, a man waving down a warden as he approached the Tavern.

"Anders! Back for more, eh?" He called, and Nerva's gaze snapped back to the warden. The mage Warden. The Warden Anders---

There wasn't actually a concious thought that crossed her mind as she suddenly strode right across the well-churned mud, slopping at her boots and sprinkling her carefully-shined armour. No thought. Just pure instinct, and an instinct she'd long thought repressed.

She didn't draw her sword. It was her fist (the gauntlet thankfully had earlier been removed for easier access to drink) that struck out, fast as a viper, right across his jaw.

[justice_is_blond]

For once, he didn't even notice someone approaching. Warm greetings were few and far in between and that's where all of his attention went. That had been a mistake, and the pain of a blow brought all of his anger to the surface, Justice and Anders both struggling for control as he focused on the person in front of them.

"How very like a Templar. Except without the gauntlet. What, afraid I couldn't take it? Because I can. I have."

At the last word he's using Earth to speed his return to his feet, Haste enhance his abilities, and his own bodyweight to slam into her because at the very least he's damn well messing up that shine.