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

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber is silent a long moment before speaking again.]

Is revenge your only motivation?

[angramaintsu]

[ Leave it to Saber to cause her to think. Instinctively, she wants to say yes. There's something idealistic about painting this tower red with the blood of the administrators and all of their monsters; a goal she wanted before only amplified further by the losses she's encountered. ]

I don't know. [ Only to her does she admit her own confusion and lack of direction. ] I thought I wanted to make this tower mine and have people live life under a single person who had their interests in mind.

There are people here who are better at that than myself and that is seemingly their goal. I could follow them, but... [ Holding up a hand to look at one of the red veins along it. ] No one wants evil on their side.

[scorchedchivalry]

[It is only when Rin holds that hand up, looking at the marks, that Saber moved. She took that hand and brought it to her own cheek, letting the magus see the matching lines on her countenance and how much they had spread over the last couple weeks while the knight was gone. The other interesting thing of note would be how unhealthy Saber's skin looked in comparison as well.]

No one does. You are correct. There is a group other than Pandora trying to do that. Less savory individuals...

But the better question is: why save something that cannot last?

That would take a miracle and we both know only one thing can grant that.