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[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Lord Grumpypants, Diarmuid, Diarmuid's idiot brothers, the extended family, and open to their CR and anyone that just wants to drop by.
Setting: Floor 81
Format: Party style, whichever format you prefer
Summary: When two busybodies start plotting, all hell breaks loose. "Waver's Anniversary" (or more informally known as Waver and Diarmuid's wedding party.) It's just a party. Nothing to see here. That cake is white just by... accident... and decorated to match the rings... yeeeeeeep... complete accident.
Warnings: Someone may decide to drown a couple people... who knows.

[In case someone is observant enough to notice, Waver and Diarmuid have been wearing matching rings... and under the disguise of a convenient excuse, that being Waver's one year anniversary in the Tower, Lancer and Reno have thrown a party to celebrate.

Keeping the relationship a perfect secret, of course. It's just a party. Good times, shooting the breeze, card games. Unfortunately, there's no booze. The lounge has been set up with a buffet with food from the Floor Sixty Kitchen, and there's a cake.

The cake happens to be white, and decorated. And that celtic knot decoration may just be matching the rings. Complete accident, of course.]

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Comments

[sarcasmancer]

You should have let the maid be a feint and angled in a different attack from another direction. It's much more difficult to dodge a pincer strike.

[JADE THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT DIARMUID ASKED YOU TO DO.]

[fionnuisce]

I might have, if blood wasn't so difficult to get out of this suit. He's not worth all the cleaning I'd need to do once I was finished.

[...guys...]

[sarcasmancer]

That's why you attack from a distance. Really, Waver, aren't you a sorcerer? Besides which, as long as you get to it quickly enough, bloodstains aren't that difficult at all to get out.

[Guys.]

[fionnuisce]

Even so, Volumen Hydragyrum's my main weapon. I fight with my hands or daggers otherwise, no one back home would expect that kind of thing. Anything else would require planning and drawing magic circles, and who the fuck has time for that in a fight?

[guys please...]

1/2

[sarcasmancer]

Oh? Then should I assist you instead? Diarmuid asked me to help him keep you from murdering anyone, but...

[sarcasmancer]

...I don't see a problem with wounding him a bit.

[from bad to worse]

[fionnuisce]

[what is wrong with you people]

Hm...no, I've no time for a several-hour lecture from Diarmuid on why beating Reno to a bloody pulp is a bad idea. I think I'll stick to scaring the life out of him...maybe I'll sneak the maid into his room in the middle of the night and have it just stare at him.

[sarcasmancer]

Ahh, the Stalker Robot maneuver. Simply terrifying. You know, it'll be much worse if he's unable to move when he awakens. Give me a bit of time and I can whip up a drug for your maid to administer that will induce a temporary full-body paralysis.

[TOO MUCH TO LIST]

[fionnuisce]

It's not a robot, it's liquid mercury.

...And that's...a little creepy, Jade.

[sarcasmancer]

It's a turn of phrase, Waver. Regardless of what it is, it certainly doesn't look human.

[The slightest of pauses.]

Oh? Did I take the joke too far? My apologies.

[...so he says, but he still sounds pretty unconcerned about it.]

[fionnuisce]

..You're strange even by my standards, I hope you realize that.

[sarcasmancer]

[Jade shrugs.]

I'm well aware.

[And smiles pleasantly.]

Now then! There's no point in crashing a party if you don't get something to eat, so I believe I'll help myself. Will you be joining me?