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 closes his eyes and blushes slightly.]

Yes, but most normal people aren't having to deal with the things we are. I suspect that has had a lot to do with it. Sometimes even as hardships tear you down, they are also building you back up.

[puppy_lancer]

Right, I get that. We're heroes, so we can take more than most people can.

[oathshackledbird]

Heroes who could use some drinks.

[Diarmuid looks over at the refreshment table.]

I don't suppose you were able to find an alcohol for this party, were you?

[puppy_lancer]

...Actually, no. They weren't serving it this month.

[oathshackledbird]

And all that was stored away is gone too, isn't it? I think I remember hearing Waver complain about it...

[Diarmuid sighs and shakes his head.]

Just when we could really use some too.

[puppy_lancer]

Moments like these, I wish someone here had a spell to turn juice into wine. That would be good.

[oathshackledbird]

Kind of surprising no druid ever came up with one of those, isn't it? He would have been a popular guy if he had!

[puppy_lancer]

Of course. Maybe they were too busy drinking wine that they forgot to think of spells that would affect it.

[He sighs.]

Too bad there's no wine-making rune. Scathach never taught me that.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs.]

Considering the amount of trouble you caused her sober, I wouldn't blame her for keeping that rune to herself if it existed. The last thing she would have wanted is you causing more trouble!

[puppy_lancer]

I never made any trouble for her that she couldn't deal with. She was just amazing like that.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at him.]

Perhaps that you caused her trouble at all was why she didn't share...

[puppy_lancer]

It's not like I was the only one who caused her trouble. There were a whole bunch of us at her place.

[oathshackledbird]

Of course, of course, but lets be honest. You were the king of the troublemakers.

[puppy_lancer]

Did they really say that in my legend? Or did you just come to that conclusion your own?

[Either way, he won't dispute the accuracy.]

[oathshackledbird]

It doesn't say that directly in your legend...

[Diarmuid laughs and claps his brother on the back.]

But I know you now. You totally were, weren't you?

[puppy_lancer]

...Well, yeah. Ferdiad was in second.

[He smiles at the memories coming into his mind right now.]

We got into trouble together. A lot. Half the time because he was trying to get me out of trouble and would just make the mess bigger.

[oathshackledbird]

I was always getting Oscar out of trouble, but it sounds like I was better at getting him out of trouble unscathed than Ferdiad was for you.

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

I fear the trouble he got into after I passed and was no longer there to keep him out of it.

[puppy_lancer]

...You think you can hope that he got into less because it wouldn't have been half as fun without knowing his brother was there to get him out of it?

[Lancer doesn't sound very convinced of his own argument. After all, if he himself was any indication, true troublemakers didn't let a lack of friends stop them.]

[oathshackledbird]

I would like to think that, but truth be told....he probably got into less trouble because he no longer had time for it.

[Diarmuid's expression falls slightly.]

If he did not act on his foolish threat after I died, he would have had to take my place leading the Fianna.

[puppy_lancer]

How well do you think he did?

[oathshackledbird]

I would like to think he did well. He had the skill. It was just the focus he lacked sometimes. If his father kept him from trying to kill Fionn and, perhaps getting himself killed in the process, I think my death might have given him that focus. He would have wanted to do well since the position had once been mine.

[puppy_lancer]

Then you shouldn't need to worry about anything there. I bet Oscar kept the Fianna going for some time.

[Sorry, bro, he didn't read that far into Oscar's legend.]

[oathshackledbird]

[That's okay. Obviously, he hasn't either. Probably better that way...]

I am sure he will. Or at least, I am going to choose to think that until I learn differently. After all, Oisin would have been there to keep an eye on him. It's not quite the same since he was known for getting into trouble of his own, but...

[puppy_lancer]

Hey, that Oisin guy was his Dad. Not you, but not too shabby, right?

[oathshackledbird]

Not too shabby is an understatement!

[Diarmuid laughs.]

Not only was he an excellent knight, he was also an excellent bard. He could kill with a blade or with words. It was not wise to make him angry.