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

well, since we're both here...

[sicharia]

Oh!

[Claudia is too far away to hear his words, but she picks out the sound of his voice, and when she looks up to catch sight of Enoch, she gasps. He's— She never found him, even though she had looked. But now he's hear, and she can speak to him as she needs to, so she rushes to where he is seated.]

Excuse me!

[That she is approaching him about something serious is fairly obvious from her demeanor.]

That works! Sorry I'm so slow. RL hit me harder than I thought it would.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch looks up at the voice. He's met this woman before, briefly, he knows. But it sounds like she has something quite important to tell him, so he straightens up, looking up at her.*

Yes? What's wrong?

this is obviously no problem for me. sorry, I'll try to be quicker from here on.

[sicharia]

I—

[For a second, she finds herself tongue-tied, unable to form the words she needs to say. Then, abruptly, she blurts out:]

I'm sorry. While— While people were being turned into monsters, I...

[She trails off, swallowing. Maybe the guilty expression on her is enough to communicate her meaning.]

It's okay, I can't complain about slowness.

[warriorscribe]

*It is. Enoch's expression softens.* It's all right. You weren't yourself.

[sicharia]

I know that, but... [She trails off and shakes her head.] It would still feel wrong not to say anything about it.

[warriorscribe]

I know. *If she'll let him, he'll rest a hand on her shoulder for a moment.* I've been in such a situation at her hands, myself. I know how it feels.

[sicharia]

[She does allow it, and would probably do the same if their positions were reversed.]

I'm sorry to hear that. No one should have to go through anything like that. [She would probably go through these modifications a hundred times over if it meant everyone else would be spared them, though. She bows her head slightly.] Thank you for letting me apologize, at any rate.

[warriorscribe]

They shouldn't. Our free will is something that is not their right to take.

*A brief, reassuring squeeze of her shoulder before Enoch retracts his hand. They're strong, they'll overcome this.*

[sicharia]

[She nods her head in somber agreement. The way he squeezes her shoulder, though, is nice, especially considering... Well. She sighs faintly, the sound tired.]

Have you...been relatively well, at least?

[warriorscribe]

I have. These months are often more relaxed, with the more reasonable of our hosts in charge.

*And then it'll turn into the most chaotic of these Zo/Dax months in the tower's history, doesn't that just figure.*