009 | ❝We are the champions...!❞

[pitiedthefool]

Characters: Anyone and everyone!
Setting: Floor Four, September 25th.
Format: Go wild with whatever!
Summary: EVERYBOOOOOOOOOOOOODY, YEAH, ROCK YOUR REAL BODIES OUT~
Warnings: Do we need warnings for partying? ...Naaaaaaaaaaaah.

So that last week had been hell, and they really should have seen it coming, but it's as they all say...

It was just another Tuesday in Tower What The Helsinki is Going On Here.

Unlike the private party, there are definitely plenty of decorations courtesy of the Amagi Inn heiress, and plenty of food thanks to those who offered to hunt for the event and the ones who could prepare what was caught and gathered. Really, everything's set. Even some alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks were clearly labeled (so please, don't spike the normal punch. There are kids here!).

So why was this all set up? Why, because they had succeeded in pissing in Jason's cornflakes and got him maaaaad figuring out the cure for the madness of the previous week with the clues that had been given. But wait, was there a birthday or two this month that had otherwise gone unnoticed? Well, why not celebrate them while celebrating their hard-earned victory? There's cards on a table for people to write down the lucky people who survived another year of this craziness, just waiting for well wishes (or not so, depending on if you like them or not).

Enjoy the night!


Feel free to tag into this however you please, whether it's something already on here, or you want to do something else. It's your party, guys... let loose and have fun with it!
As this goes on, we'll add them to the list. Enjoy the spoils of victory, people of the Animoo!
Mingle!
Birthday Silliness!
Games!

Comments

[scorchedchivalry]

[Unfortunately, Saber caught that and raised an eyebrow, her attention to the cheagle pausing.]

I am a king, Luke. A king must have a queen.

[Still, she pushes that aside to return to the topic of food. Saber loved to eat, even though she didn't require it.]

Are you acquiring enough food? If not, I will have Kazumi prepare extra. [Since Saber has been hunting wild game for them to eat.]

[sacred_flamer]

[Saber, Saber please. These are things only whispered about by the maids. Pleeeeeease don't make him think about it. Food, food; let's talk about food.]

Kazumi? And, uh... I'm trying to hunt, but... [He really, really sucks at it.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[The implication of her words never crosses her mind. Saber doesn't see herself as a woman. And her marriage to Guinevere was for show...]

Kazumi is my vassal and possesses amazing culinary skill. [She returns to giving the cheagle attention.] Hunting is not an easy skill. It takes practice and patience.

[sacred_flamer]

[Amnon was wiggling his tail... which considering how small it was, was essentially equivalent to shaking his butt.]

Heh... neither of which I'm good with... no wonder I haven't caught anything yet...

[Well, that, and every time he goes to grab something, the thought of killing it makes him hesitate and land on his face instead... sometimes literally.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber holds her hands out, inviting Amnon into her arms if he wants.]

Hmm. Perhaps you need to use a different hunting technique. Do you know how to set a snare?

[sacred_flamer]

[Amnon jumped from Luke's shoulder; hey, he was an attention whore, okay?]

Uh... n-not really. About the only thing I ever took seriously was my sword training.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Hopefully cheagles don't shed; Saber's suit is black. All the same, she holds him lightly in her arms, rubbing behind his ears.]

There are some very simple snares that I can show you how to set up. Once they are set, you need only check them twice a day.

[sacred_flamer]

[Not really, and besides that wasn't going to stop Amnon for snuggling up against her. You invited that can of worms, Saber.]

R-really? Okay.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Oh well. She can always just burn the hair off her with prana if she must.]

Tomorrow, if you have no plans, I will show you. Do you know how to field dress game?

[sacred_flamer]

Uh... I saw Guy do it... once...

[...massive emphasis on the ONCE.]

[scorchedchivalry]

And thus not enough. Shall I show you that as well?

[sacred_flamer]

[Sob, Luke blushed faintly, embarrassed once again as to how little he knew about every thing.]

...yes please.

[scorchedchivalry]

[There is a pause before Saber gives Luke a flat look.]

Are you certain you do not wish to be my squire? You would learn a great deal.

[sacred_flamer]

Y-yeah, I'm sure. I told you before, it's... something I've got to find my way through on my own.

[scorchedchivalry]

Very well. Though you are as green as a squire. I will not hesitate to point that out when necessary.

[sacred_flamer]

[Luke's expression fell.]

Yeah, thanks.

[scorchedchivalry]

We can always hope it will not be necessary.

[Saber looks down at the cheagle.] Were these creatures common where you're from?

[sacred_flamer]

Hunh? Oh... not that I know of. I've only seen them in one forest... but I guess they're in other areas?

[Ion did say that cheagles made their nests in trees, which... kinda told him there had to be other tribes.]

[scorchedchivalry]

They are curious creatures. The closest thing I can think of in my world like them are dogs.

[sacred_flamer]

I guess that's a good comparison. They are really loyal.

[Luke reached out his hands for Amnon, and the cheagle hopped right back into his arms. A bit of a smile came to his face, giving the little guy a scritch behind the ears. Man, he really made him miss Mieu...]

[scorchedchivalry]

[That meant Saber had to check her suit and brush a few hairs off.]

How did you acquire him?

[sacred_flamer]

...the scientists here gave him to me.

[Amnon looked up at Luke as he grew quiet, falling silent himself as a sad look came to his face.]

I... don't think he was ever from my world. I think they made him here.

[scorchedchivalry]

That is... unfortunate.