Midsummer Bash

[puppy_lancer]

Characters: Lancer, the people he invited to the party, and everyone else who wants to stumble in
Setting: Floor 25, July 5, afternoon
Format: Open
Summary: Lancer throws a party for midsummer, since the Tower obviously needs a breather.
Warnings: None so far.

[To be honest, Lancer wanted to have the party in the evening, sometime around twilight. That would have been the most romantic time for it. Unfortunately, when in the Tower, one had to account for things like monsters. As a result, he had to hold it during the afternoon. But it wasn't too bad of a compromise.]

[This was, of course, a more simple affair than Diarmuid's birthday. For food, he had hauled a couple of tables up here and lined the table with dinner food. The centerpiece was a cake which had a heart drawn on it in red frosting. In one corner of the meadow, he had used some boxes and tarp to make some sort of booth where people could hide from the sun (and steal kisses off of each other). In the center of the meadow, he had piled a large stack of wood, perfect for lighting a bonfire by the party's end. The structures had all been surrounded with wreaths made from the meadow's flowers.]

[As soon as he's done with the setup, Lancer will sit down next to the firewood pile, waiting for people to come.]

Comments

[myblueskies]

[And Romeo flops down beside him, he's been gone for a little bit and now he's back.

The romanticism or lack of in this shady spot completely goes over Romeo's head] Hi Gamzee!

[hystericull]

[Gamzee's expression freezes for a moment, as he attempts to process the voice he's hearing and the fact that someone had taken a seat next to him.]

[Giving his eyes a roll, he laughed a bit as he turned to face his roommate.]

Come to get motherfuckin' some of this all for your fucking own, dude?

[He's slowly learning that Romeo may even be as oblivious as he was sometimes, if not more. It makes it quite difficult to get a reaction from him, but Gamzee will keep trying anyway. He's bound to find a weak spot one of these days.]

[myblueskies]

[Romeo just grins and nods, not really understanding] It's nice here and not so hot! Summer is nicer than Winter but the cool is nice too!

[hystericull]

I ain't much a brother to be preferring one over a motherfuckin' 'nother.

[He almost lets fly with a rant about how all seasons are miracles on their own special fuckin' way, but the ease in which that almost came out of his mouth was so alarming that he had to sit in a stunned silence for a moment.]

Uh... 'cause this husk of mine ain't to do too well in temps of the extreme variety, mostly.

[myblueskies]

I guess no one likes it when its really really hot or cold, unless you're made of ice or have fire powers or something.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee opened his mouth to elaborate, but figured it wouldn't be very wise to explain his weaknesses, even if it was only Romeo. Truth was, he was susceptible to temperature changes, even ones that weren't considered so extreme left him either freezing or overheated, and he couldn't function well in them. Part of having ice in your veins. Though Romeo might have been clued in to that on nights when Gamzee had decided to see how well the boy could serve as a blanket. He was as bad as those cats that lay on your face in the middle of the night.]

Or if you're a fuckin' rock.

[...What.]

'Cause they ain't alive to feel it.

[...]

[myblueskies]

Or made of rock. But that would be really heavy.

[Actually he had always taken being used as a blanket as just another one of the many strange things about Gamzee and never figured that the troll might have temperature problems.]

[hystericull]

Yeah, but then all you'd be gotta doing is fuckin' throwing your motherfuckin' self all up at some chump's nug to be snuffin' them the fuck out.

[He threw his head back, letting out a laugh.]

How fuckin' bitchtits would all that noise motherfucking be!?

[myblueskies]

That would be really cool! You would be a superhero and get to knock out all the bad people and save everyone!