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

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Lancelot offers the Lancer a friendly, if slightly restrained, nod. The loss of his Master's arm grates.]
We did. It was an ill-done thing, that Battle. I slew the Thing, though I would rather my Master had not come to Harm-- as I would rather the Boy had not been witness to it.

[He gestures to the assembled residents.]

But it seems your Midsummer gathering is a success, Cu Chulainn. I congratulate you.
Tell me, is there a significance to the shape of the Cake? I do not recall it among the festival sweets with which I am familiar.

[puppy_lancer]

Good to hear that.

[His grin grows larger and much naughtier.]

It has something to do with two very special guests here.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

Does it.
[Lancelot's tone is dryly amused. The Lancer's capacity for mischief never ceases to entertain him.]

Who might these Guests of Honor be, Cu Chulainn?

[puppy_lancer]

Well, you should know at least one of them very, very well.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Lancelot makes a huff of laughter. There are few he knows very well in this Place, and only one the Lancer is likely to mean.]
Then I must ask if my Master knows the dual cause of the celebration.

He has told me of his newfound attachment, certainly-- though I have yet to meet the lady in question.
Have you done so, then?

[puppy_lancer]

Oh yeah, I've met her. She's a lovely woman. I'm sure they'll be a good couple. In fact, that's the purpose of the cake.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

So your impression was one largely of loveliness? No other observations to offer?

[Lancelot gives a slight smile.]
You have a decided Romantic streak, Cu Chulainn.

[puppy_lancer]

She's a very sweet and gentle person too. And she's a woman of the Church, so she understands our Grail War. She'll be a great girlfriend for Kariya.

And you don't, Sir Lancelot?

[chevalier_mal_fet]

I can't think where you might have got such a notion.
[There is a quietly wry humor in Lancelot's tone-- but he does not contradict the Lancer.]

Your judgement encourages me. I have heard much of the lady from my Master, but his-- inexperience of women, of requited affection, does color all his accounting of most any kind woman rather rosily.
I am pleased to hear I need not be so concerned.

I am also pleased at the change in Him. It gladdens me.

[puppy_lancer]

He's got me to help out if he has any challenges. And of course, he can always go ask you. We're veterans at this business.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Lancelot raises an ironic eyebrow, shaking his head slightly at Ch Chulainn's-- observation.]
Of course. Veterans.
Though I, for one, can hardly be described as having taken the field in my contest with Love.