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

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at his roommate. It's at times like this he wishes he had made a bit more effort to get to know the man better. As it is, he is having a hard time reading Edgeworth.]

Forgetting the past is just as bad as dwelling on it sometimes. Both things lead to mistakes...

[frilliance]

[Well scuse you, Dia. Edgeworth knows that. Whether or not he'd like to talk about it, though, especially in front of someone he still sees as an acquaintance like he does with almost everyone else in the tower except Phoenix which is saaaaaaaaad, is another matter.

Hopefully a douche answer will stop his roommate from inquiring further.]

Your misguided assumption is duly noted.

[oathshackledbird]

[Nice try, Edgeworth, but he's had to deal with the King of Douches, Gilgamesh. Compared to him, this is nothing.]

Shall I misguidedly assume that you no longer wish to train with me since it might remind you of her and that is 'the past?'

[After all, their training sessions had finally gotten started after a lot of suggesting because Edgeworth had been so worried about her safety.]

[frilliance]

Diarumid, if you think I'm immature enough to avoid anything that even reminds me vaguely of what has gone before, think again. [Except that he still avoids the wretched elevators because of murdered daddy incident. But there are many complicated issues surrounding that. And his elevator fear isn't something you need to know - in Edgeworth's opinion, anyway.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at him.]

I said nothing about immaturity, Edgeworth. Jumping to conclusions much?

[frilliance]

You were certainly implying it! [No he wasn't, man.]

[oathshackledbird]

I implied nothing.

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

Honestly, Edgeworth. How do you expect anyone to want to help you when you are so prickly all the time? Relax. We are all fighting together here.