towerofanimus | Midsummer Bash

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.]

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It's good. *He brought that hot dog for you, Lucifel. He hands it over as he puts his waterskin down beside them.*

So there's nothing you want to do here?

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[Ohh, it was for him... well, he would take it if it was offered to him so nicely.]

Thanks.

[Lucifel takes a bite of his hot dog and chews, about to answer Enoch as soon as he swallowed it.]

I thought I could take a look, since you invited me to come.

I thought you could use the peace. *Well, him and everyone else, that is...*

Well, it is nice.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. *Well, that much of it. Enoch looks down at the waterskin again.*

...The glamours are back on other food and drink too.

*Though he didn't touch the manila envelope still in that locker. He didn't dare. He wanted to be absolutely sure Ruana was asleep.*

... I'm aware.

[Thanks, there was no need to remind him that the food wasn't real food.]

Oh... I'm sorry. I only-...

*And he picks up the waterskin again as if the red tint of wine inside is explanation enough.

It is, for him. He knows full well how weak it is objectively though.*

It's okay Enoch, don't sweat it.

[Lucifel looks at the waterskin then. And tilts his head.]

Is that juice or...?

Ah, no, no, it's the wine from Riki's month. Zo's restored what Ruana neglected to.

*He smiles sheepishly. He knows it's a little strange to be so attached to the stuff, but...well, it was a comfort to have. Besides, wine-flavored things were always Armaros's favorite...*

Ah, I see...

[He hadn't gotten the chance to taste any during Riki's month. Rather he didn't take the chance to try taste some.]

...Would you like some?

*Enoch offers the waterskin. If Lucifel didn't think to save any, he's not going to keep this all to himself.*

... Just let me finish this.

[If he could trust the sources then it would be better to have something in his stomach before he started drinking. So Lucifel finished his hot dog first before he reached for the waterskin.]

All right.

*And Enoch waited patiently while Lucifel ate, offering the waterskin and letting him take it when he was done.*

Well then...

[Lucifel uncapped the waterskin and took a sip. The taste was a bit... he didn't know. The archangel couldn't put a finger on it.]

You seem...confused. You didn't have any when it was in the cafeteria?

No, why do you ask...?

Because of your reaction... What do you think of the taste?

Honestly... I don't know.

It's much better than the wines on Earth...ah...Earth in my time.

*He doesn't know what to make of Lucifel's reaction. He'd hoped to be able to enjoy it with him...*

I wouldn't know about that. But I trust your opinion Enoch.

[Maybe he should just give it one more try. So Lucifel takes another sip.]

Don't...don't force yourself if you don't want it.

*He hadn't immediately thought he would - he wasn't used to thinking Lucifel would be anything but open about his opinions...*

I thought if I take another sip I could say something about the taste.

[Oh Enoch, you almost worry as much as Him...]

Oh. So...what do you think?

It's hard to tell...

[Someone tell him that's the alcohol he's tasting there.]

Oh...

*Enoch wouldn't be able to help much on that front, sadly, since he doesn't know that's what's striking Lucifel as strange. How awkward.*

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