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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

[puppy_lancer]

Did she really? What did she tell you in the ballroom?

[midgarhorizon]

A lot of stuff.

[Honestly, he still felt his head swirling when thinking about that conversation.]

Mostly about bein' a rock and trying to be supportive... and that I never told her anything and kept things to myself. [He shrugs.] She never asked...

[Sigh.]

She said she wanted to protect me and make me happy.

[puppy_lancer]

...Sounds a lot like you, actually.

[midgarhorizon]

We're Turks.

[He runs a hand through his hair, pulling it backward and making it spike for a moment, before it settles down.]

At least, I used to be. Got any advice, Cu?

[puppy_lancer]

Well, I'd say not to give up yet. You guys should sit down and talk it out. And not just by yourselves. With a mediator who understands both of you. I bet you'll figure something out then.

[midgarhorizon]

Talking hasn't helped for months. She's not listening too well. She didn't listen to Dee either real well from what they both said.

[Reno pauses.]

I'm not sure who the hell could even mediate. Makes me wish Rude was here.

[puppy_lancer]

I don't know Elena enough to try. Sorry.

Who's Rude? Another of your old comrades?

[midgarhorizon]

Yeah. My best friend. He's known Elena as long as I have and he's perceptive. Maybe he'd figure out why Elena is acting like that.

[puppy_lancer]

Sure sounds like it.

What about the other friends that Elena made here? Can you go talk to them?

[midgarhorizon]

I don't know who they are... she never tells me stuff like that.

[puppy_lancer]

...Oh. Then I'm not sure what we can do about that. Maybe Diarmuid should just...go talk to her again.

[midgarhorizon]

No! [Reno's voice is sharp, a kneejerk reaction.] No. I kinda don't want him involved.

[puppy_lancer]

Hm...what about Rick or Enoch? Does Elena know them?

[midgarhorizon]

Rick's on the team. I don't feel comfortable gettin' him involved. [Shaking his head, he turns and takes a few steps to the elevator.] I don't think that's gonna work, Cu. I'll try to think of something.

[puppy_lancer]

Good luck. I hope you guys work this through.

[midgarhorizon]

Yeah... me too. I'm still goin' to be there for her at the end.

C'mon, let's get this party going.

thread end?

[puppy_lancer]

[He nods.]

Yeah, let's go.