A very Pirate-Ninja baby shower. And, er, Happy Hour!
Elizabeth doesn't know what to expect from her first baby shower and is, in fact, rather apprehensive when she arrives in the bar this evening. Not that she would let reticence keep her away however, and once the door is shut and she's had a chance to look around she is too busy taking in the decorations to concern herself with how strange the idea still seems.
Mike has outdone himself. He's gone and turned what was once merely a watering hole at the end of the universe into an intergalactic tiki bar. Each of the free standing tables has been decorated as its own private island by way of blue table clothes and cray paper palm trees. Some even have palm-sized plastic fish hanging from the hem like fringe. Booths are done up like various mainland ports of call with salt and pepper shakers in the shapes of ships and barges. And as if there wasn't enough in the way of horizontal surfaces to decorate, Mike brought in two full length tables to serve as anchors for the buffet and gift station. After all, what's a baby shower if not an opportunity to wheedle presents from those nearest and dearest to your heart. Just... ignore any passing resemblance these tables have to The Flying Dutchman and The Black Pearl. Along the floor are lines marking distances in latitude and longitude, with large red Xs denoting the various important features of decoration.
Though... strangely absent from this Pirate Ninja themed baby shower are... well, the ninjas. One might have to look close indeed to find them, but there are inch tall ninjas hiding in every nook, cranny, and shadow of the decorations. Just waiting for any opportunity to flip out of a palm tree, streamer, or egg salad sandwich and steal your life.
Glancing down a the large 'X' upon which she's currently standing, Elizabeth stiffens when someone -- a brave someone, she presumes -- removes her hat and slaps another on her head. It feels vaguely... conical.
"Arrrrrr. Permission to come aboard?" says Mike in one ear. Then, moving to her other side, "Permission granted!" With that, he prods her toward a very proud Bar, whose finish fairly beams with it (though please don't go asking her for drinks during her party).
[OOC: Welcome to the first ever Milliways Baby Shower/Happy Hour! Come one, come all, come in pirate or ninja costume... yeah, the invite on the noticeboard probably put that out there as an agreeable option. We are running this as a traditional party post, so there will be several comment sub-threads ASAP: Introductions/Reactions/Arrivals, Drinks & Food, EVIL KARAOKE MACHINE, Presents (to be evenly distributed among all expectant parents, if not expressly labeled for certain people), and dancing... to the evil karaoke machine? Who knows! Go crazy. :D
Pauses likely on our ends for commuting and food, but... thread hop away and party on!]
Mike has outdone himself. He's gone and turned what was once merely a watering hole at the end of the universe into an intergalactic tiki bar. Each of the free standing tables has been decorated as its own private island by way of blue table clothes and cray paper palm trees. Some even have palm-sized plastic fish hanging from the hem like fringe. Booths are done up like various mainland ports of call with salt and pepper shakers in the shapes of ships and barges. And as if there wasn't enough in the way of horizontal surfaces to decorate, Mike brought in two full length tables to serve as anchors for the buffet and gift station. After all, what's a baby shower if not an opportunity to wheedle presents from those nearest and dearest to your heart. Just... ignore any passing resemblance these tables have to The Flying Dutchman and The Black Pearl. Along the floor are lines marking distances in latitude and longitude, with large red Xs denoting the various important features of decoration.
Though... strangely absent from this Pirate Ninja themed baby shower are... well, the ninjas. One might have to look close indeed to find them, but there are inch tall ninjas hiding in every nook, cranny, and shadow of the decorations. Just waiting for any opportunity to flip out of a palm tree, streamer, or egg salad sandwich and steal your life.
Glancing down a the large 'X' upon which she's currently standing, Elizabeth stiffens when someone -- a brave someone, she presumes -- removes her hat and slaps another on her head. It feels vaguely... conical.
"Arrrrrr. Permission to come aboard?" says Mike in one ear. Then, moving to her other side, "Permission granted!" With that, he prods her toward a very proud Bar, whose finish fairly beams with it (though please don't go asking her for drinks during her party).
[OOC: Welcome to the first ever Milliways Baby Shower/Happy Hour! Come one, come all, come in pirate or ninja costume... yeah, the invite on the noticeboard probably put that out there as an agreeable option. We are running this as a traditional party post, so there will be several comment sub-threads ASAP: Introductions/Reactions/Arrivals, Drinks & Food, EVIL KARAOKE MACHINE, Presents (to be evenly distributed among all expectant parents, if not expressly labeled for certain people), and dancing... to the evil karaoke machine? Who knows! Go crazy. :D
Pauses likely on our ends for commuting and food, but... thread hop away and party on!]