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

[marchwarden]

[ Non-alcoholic punch, Legolas? Surely the Prince of Mirkwood realizes that a swig or two of ale isn't enough to lower the inhibitions of their kind. The Elves are made out of harder stock than one could possibly believe. It takes more than just ale alone to get them drunk enough to slur their words.

Spotting the rogue prince somewhere amongst the crowd, Haldir approaches dressed quite plainly in gray and beige robes. Unlike the prince, he sees no need to dress so fanciful. ]

Aaye, Legolas. Nae saian luume'.

(hover over the last sentence)

[keeps_count]

[Of course he realizes that, but why set so poor an example by going for something alcoholic right off? The prince is used to far stronger stuff than anything the tower has to offer. His father always something good stashed away in Mirkwood for any celebrations.]

Aaye, Haldir.

[Oh come now, Haldir. Those clothes are so... not celebratory. Is he going to have to find someone to craft you something fancy and pretty?]

How fair you since the latest... incident?

[marchwarden]

[ Perhaps. Unlike Legolas, the march warden typical has no need for such attire since he doesn't often attend parties of this magnitude. While he could've stand to wear something nicer to this event, Haldir simply saw no reason to do so.

Besides someone here has to remain on guard for under those bland layers of cloth, lies his concealed dagger. ]

Must we speak of it? [ He replies quite haughtily. ] I wish not to.

[keeps_count]

[Goodness, Haldir. Legolas is going to have to teach him how to loosen up, isn't he? He'd have to watch for a young lady and suggest she ask Haldir to dance. The older elf had to know how to at least dance.]

We need not speak of it if you have no desire to. I only hope that you are well now that a solution was found and circulated.

[marchwarden]

[ No. Simply "No". No, to everything you've just thought, Legolas. As stubborn as Haldir happens to be, Legolas would've been far better trying unite the lands of Mordor under his banner than to get Haldir to frolic about dancing.

That's simply how he is. ]

Then we shan't speak of it.

[ He frowns somewhat. ]

Other than that..."incident", how do you fair?

[keeps_count]

[Just ruin all of Leggy's fun, why don't you? Gosh Haldir, would you even be able to handle the party king's parties? Such a sour puss. He IS going to find someone to dance with you now, just for that.]

Well enough. I was glad to do a bit of hunting, to help prepare for this party.

[Having his bow in his hands was more comforting than he actually thought possible.]

And yourself? I worry for you. Likely more than I should but it cannot be helped.

[marchwarden]

[ You embark upon a fool's errand, elfling. ]

One could suspect that many more certainly feel the same as you.

[ Not at all willing to dwell on the subject, Haldir's mind was about to wander elsewhere until Legolas' grabbed his attention with a question. ]

Oh? Why do such worries plague you of my well-being, mellonamin? Do I seem unwell?

[keeps_count]

[dfjahlagjkhe-- NOT AN ELFLING! Gosh, I've been around since early in the Third Age.]

I've no doubt of that. There were a few that reveled in the experience.

[Time for Legolas to give Haldir a serious face.]

Not unwell but I do not often see you happy. Even here, some joy can be found.

[marchwarden]

Joy?

[ The march warden nearly scoffed at the word, but he chose to hold his tongue. ]

Indeed. This is meant to be a rather joyous affair even if I barely know of what they're celebrating.

[keeps_count]

[He'll find a way to make you enjoy yourself so no scoffing allowed. Ever. Or at least during parties.]

I believe the most common phrasing I've heard is that we "stuck it to Jason."

[marchwarden]

Who pray-tell is this "Jason", I wonder.

[keeps_count]

He is one of the administrators, the one in control this month. He is often exceedingly cruel in his... 'use' of us. He seems to fear Ruana, however.

[marchwarden]

Hmph.

[ Haldir took a moment to pour himself a glass of punch, the non-alcoholic kind, before speaking. ]

Stick-it to Jason, indeed.

[keeps_count]

[He'll apologize later but actually hearing Haldir say it is probably one of the best things Legolas has ever heard. So he can't help a laugh that escapes him and trying at the last moment to cover it up as a cough.]

So, try to have a bit of fun while you're here, Haldir? Perhaps find a dance partner?

[marchwarden]

[ He heard that disguised laugh as plain as day, Legolas. However, he doesn't fault the young prince for chuckling at his expensive.

That was a rather funny line, wasn't it? ]

You wish for me to frolic about amongst them like a drunken fool?

[ He disapproves of this greatly. ]

You ask for too much, friend.

[keeps_count]

[It was, yes!]

Like a drunken fool? Not at all. Like you are celebrating being in your own body and alive? Yes.

[Careful. Legolas might grab you and make you dance with him. HE HAS NO SHAME, THIS PRINCE.]

Do I?

[marchwarden]

[ A sudden chill ran down the march warden's spine just now. Almost as if someone just walked over his grave. ]

Yes, you do.

[keeps_count]

[Grave? Pff! Don't be so melodramatic, Haldir~]

I could ask worse things of you.

Very well then, if you shall not find yourself a dance partner... You shall dance with me.

[Wrapping an arm SO CASUALLY around Haldir's shoulder!]

[marchwarden]

[ The look Haldir gave Legolas was one of pure horror at first followed by panic. Surely the young prince wouldn't be so daring as to try to--...Oh Gods no. ]

Unhand me! I vehemently refuse.

[keeps_count]

[Haldir... Don't tell Legolas that you can't dance?! What other reason would you have for refusing it?]

Is there a reason you wish not to dance?

[Goodness, Legolas is enjoying this TOO MUCH.]

Come now, you aren't shy are you? I assure you, were you to ask anyone in Mirkwood, you would find that there are few more talented a dance partner than I.

[marchwarden]

For the love of the Valar, when shall such embarrassment cease?!

[ Struggling to get out of Legolas' grasp, Haldir suddenly freezes once he noticed the gazes of others. During all the commotion it seemed they've drawn unwanted stares. ]

...Fine.

[ He grits his teeth in annoyance. ]

We shall dance then.

[keeps_count]

As soon as you find ways to enjoy yourself.

[At least he's honest about it? And is giving him a chance?]

Excellent~! Would you like to lead, or shall I?

[Legolas will regret all of this. Eventually.]

[marchwarden]

[ Haldir is going to take pride stomping all over Legolas' toes. ]

Lead how? Dancing was never my specialty and as far as I'm concerned, I could continue to go without it.

[ He replies as he hesitantly tries wrap his arms around the younger Elf. ]

[keeps_count]

[Rude, Haldir. Very rude.]

I'll lead then and show you as we dance.

[Wrapping his arms around Haldir, grinning. It might be a smug grin and it might not be.]

[marchwarden]

[ He wants nothing else other than to wipe that smug grin off Legolas' face. ]

Having fun already at my expense, I see.