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

[bowandblade]

[Archer hums and tilts his head back with a smile, almost thoughtfully.]

My young Master, until such a time that I grow bored of calling him by that. And your infested magus of a Master, at his insistence. [There is nothing about his tone that isn't amused in some way.]

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Lancelot huffs a wry sort of sigh at the mention of his Master. Gilgamesh will harp on the Man's condition. When he speaks, it is without heat.]

Ah, what a burden that must be, indeed. Still, I am pleased that you grant his wish in this.

How goes it with your Young Master, then? Does the arrangement suit you well, Archer?

[bowandblade]

The arrangement is entertaining. But that should go without saying, as my former Master was a bore of a man. [A faint shrug, as if that was explanation enough.] He has not disappointed me yet!

[He leans forward, fiddling with the cork of the wine bottle with one thumb as he turns the conversation around.]

To think that you would be in this tower with your own Master. Does such a stoic and dour Servant find any entertainment in such an ill Master?

[Each emphasized word is further punctuated by the smallest titter of laughter, as if he was enjoying a joke only he knew.]

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Ah, the Wine. Lancelot would very much like some wine, but alas-- Archer seems more intent on provoking a response in him than in drinking. At least at the moment.
As there is nothing for it in the time being, he answers the oddly pointed question in his own dryly sarcastic fashion.]

Indeed, it is a miraculous thing.

Fortunately, my Master values me above my Temperament-- as I value him despite his Frailty.
Here, we have achieved a Bond here that as Berserker I may not.
[Lancelot's possessive nature makes the Bond an Entertaining one. He had gone so far as to seek to lay with the man, but Kariya, being utterly untried, had been overwhelmed by the idea and so refused him, though not unkindly. There is a mutual obsession and interest in the Bond that is strong between them despite Kariya's new attachment.]
Entertainment is-- another matter, and not something I expect in a Master.

Though I know you value it.
[The statement is delivered with amusement, not judgement.]