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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.]

[And feel free to make your own custom subthread]

Comments

[mingle]

[midgarhorizon]

[Mingle, talk, or chatter. Anything goes here.]

[food]

[midgarhorizon]

[That cake looks delicious, and it should be. Shion got cornered into baking it and Shion's cakes are the best.

The food is pretty standard though, mostly things the hunters involved in the alternate kitchen movement have bagged and pilfered things from the Floor One Cafeteria.

Have some cake?]

subthread of pure seething rage

[fionnuisce]

...What.

[He really did just want somewhere quiet. But instead, Waver was rapidly processing all the details of the area to form a conclusion: Well, Reno's just gonna have to fucking die.]

[So your favorite magus without sunglasses will be over here silently wondering if it was possible to suffocate someone using just a cake.]

[midgarhorizon]

Not sorry.

[And Reno does not look sorry, at all.]

[fionnuisce]

. . .

[Deep breath.]

Fervor mei sanguis!

[Look, Reno, it's Volumaid Hydragyrum! And would you look at that, she's coming up swinging with a Megaton Punch in the vicinity of your face.]

[Someone is displeased.]

[midgarhorizon]

Wha- [WHAT THE HELL IS THAT OH SHIT RENO IS RUNNING.

Waver you disappoint your bro in law so much, he thought you were cool.]

[fionnuisce]

[HE IS TOTALLY COOL, HE HAS A MERCURY MAID CHASE HIS PROBLEMS AROUND WHILE HE LIGHTS A CIGARETTE]

You're going to have to move a lot faster if you want to get away from it!

[And boy that maid sure can run.]

[midgarhorizon]

[Speak for yourself, Reno is dodging around chairs and jumping over sofas. In a minute he'll bolt down the stairs...]

WAVER. Get this thing off me!

[fionnuisce]

[This did seem slightly disproportionate...on the other hand Reno was far too pushy with this kind of thing and may have had a punch in the face coming.]

Tch...Revertaris. [The maid almost immediately dropped into a liquid puddle and flowed back up into a glass vial in Waver's hand.]

How many times must we go through this, Reno? Are you truly this committed to pissing me off, or is doing so some social convention that's flown over my head?

[midgarhorizon]

[Poking his head out from behind a sofa, Reno looks around warily.]

How many times do people get to let steam off around here? 'Sides... ...it's Lancer's fault.

[When in doubt, blame it on Cu.]

[fionnuisce]

Both of you are responsible for this, and don't think I can even imagine a situation where that's not the case!

[YOU'RE TROUBLE, THE PAIR OF YOU]

Don't try to get away with this by shoving the other dumbass under the bus!

[midgarhorizon]

Hey hey, I'm just administration.

[He's holding up his hands like Waver's got a loaded gun on him... which he might because Reno is staring at that mercury.]

'Sides, if you keep that up you're goin' to give it away. It's an anniversary party.

[fionnuisce]

[Waver certainly hadn't put the vial away yet. Reno was lucky he'd even bothered to close it.]

What in the hell are you going on about?

[Something has sure gone over his head alright.]

[midgarhorizon]

... [There's something wrong here. Reno's narrowing his eyes at Waver.]

What the heck do ya think this thing is for?

[fionnuisce]

You're sticking your obnoxiously red head into my personal life again, clearly. I don't need to be a fucking professor to figure that out.

[midgarhorizon]

[Standing up, Reno places both hands on his hips, pulling his loose blazer back.]

Yeah? You got family and all the obligations that come with it. Tough shit, Waver. You're not alone anymore.

[puppy_lancer]

[And of course, Lancer has to play the idiot.]

Congratulations!

[He'd throw confetti if he had any. Instead, he just reaches to pat Waver's back.]

[fionnuisce]

[You don't get VH-tan, Lancer. What Lancer gets is an attempt to grab his arm and throw him to the ground.]

[Because fuck you is why.]

pre-party, closed to Reno

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer steps back to view the party setup.]

...Well, you did a pretty good job. Everything looks great...Bro.

[Now to wait for their other brother and their soon to be brother-in-law.]

[fionnuisce]

That doesn't mean everyone and their goddamned cousin needs to be part of whatever I might be doing at the time!

[No, Reno, he doesn't realize that's exactly what it means.]

[midgarhorizon]

Thank Shion, he got the cake done up- [he breaks off when Lancer calls him bro, surprised.]

All right, what's goin' on?

[midgarhorizon]

[Yeah, that's just getting a disbelieving stare out of Reno.]

[fionnuisce]

What?

[Legitimately no idea. It's a little sad, really.]

[midgarhorizon]

FAMILY.

[fionnuisce]

Repeating yourself doesn't make you automatically make sense!