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

[arsebiscuit]

"Who'd go licking ice? Cold that. And covered in horse shit where I've been."

People were strange. All there was to it.

"Lemme...never have I ever had lyrium."

[el_tybs]

"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to lick the ice on those spots."

Hey he doesn't want to, but he's seen a couple kids already do that.

Once more Sam finds himself taking a drink. Couldn't get around that one.

"Hm. Never have I shot a bow."

[arsebiscuit]

"Can fix that, you know. Learn a proper weapon instead of freaking everyone with magic shit."

Shot taken.

"Never have I never...been in a Circle."

[el_tybs]

"Think staves and swords count as proper weapons," he says with a chuckle. "Are you offering to teach me?"

Then he takes a drink.

"Never have I ever been to... Val Royeaux."

[arsebiscuit]

"You don't bring any demons, suppose I could give a point or two. But you're good with arrows or you ain't. No real teaching."

Drink, drink, drink, she spent way too long in that place.

"Never have I ever never left the nation I was born in."

[el_tybs]

"Well suppose I should give it try and see if I am or ain't."

Even if he wasn't good at least he can say he tried. If either of them remember.

That one certainly has a brow raising up as he takes a drink.

"What nation were you born in?"

[arsebiscuit]

"This one. You too, eh?"

She was so going to get him drunk. The prize of achieving that was, at the moment, overruling the worries of drunk mage.

[el_tybs]

"Aren't we between nations at the moment technically?"

Clearly he was going to learn that he had to be careful at playing drinking games with Sera.

"Never have I... worn plaidweave."

[arsebiscuit]

No avoiding drinking there.

"Never have I ever worn robes."

[el_tybs]

Sam sighs at that and takes a drink.

"Never have I fought a dragon."

[arsebiscuit]

"I look that muscley? Left that to the heavy hitters."

Silent raise of her glass towards the Chargers in the corner.

"You know they breathe shite, yeah? Not just bit and claw, but all...magic like. S'not natural."

[el_tybs]

"Don't have to have muscles to hit hard," he points out. Didn't have to be down in front to have fought a dragon either.

"Well I think the dragon would probably argue that it's pretty natural for them to do that."

[arsebiscuit]

"Got to have some Fade or something in them, yeah? Just...fire."

She doesn't like it, okay. She just...doesn't.

[el_tybs]

Well they don't all breathe fire, but he gets where Sera is going with it. Course he's not going to start arguing about magic being natural for a mage. Really not the time or place.

"Alright so no dragons.

Corpses?"