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[yetsleeping]

who ALL THE PEOPLE.
where The 2nd floor ballroom of the newly rebuilt Patrol Headquarters.
when Saturday, the 9th!
format Opening is in action, but do what you like.
what A party to celebrate The Reopening of the HQ and the return of Arthur!
notes PARTYLOG, IDEK.

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[pratservant]

[Merlin wouldn't say that he was excited for the party. Oh, it's not that he dreaded it or anything. And despite his humble upbringing in Ealdor, he had attended a few parties in Camelot. Well...he'd mostly served at them. But at least he was there.

Sure, this was his first party in Anatole and Rapunzel's decorations were beautiful and it was in part a celebration for Arthur's return. But excited? It's not like he's a giant girl or anything.

So why does he look so happy? It's just because he doesn't have to wear a ridiculous hat to this one.]

[supercilious]

[ Merlin looks happy. Which is good, it's always good, especially these days when smiles can be hard-won. But it also ignites Arthur's urge to tease him - just a little. Arthur's in a surprisingly good mood himself, but it's boisterous and lends well to bullying. So it is that he knocks shoulders with Merlin a little roughly as a greeting, surveying the party by his side. ]

Tried any of the food yet?

[pratservant]

[Considering that Arthur has a few pounds on him, and pure muscle at that, it's to Merlin's credit that he doesn't stumble more than a step. He takes the gesture for what it is though, Arthur's own style of greeting, pure in intentions even if a bit macho.]

No, I thought I'd give everyone else a chance first.

[He points to some of the birds and butterfly decorations hanging above them.]

Be sure to thank Rapunzel. And Priscilla.

[supercilious]

Please, I do have some manners, you know. [ like the spoiled brat who goes from monster to sweetheart when the rich aunt is around. or... maybe a little nicer than that. but only a little. ]

Now, come on. [ and just like that Merlin's being grabbed by the elbow and tugged towards the trestle tables covered in snacks, his answer completely ignored. Arthur heads away from anything remotely familiar to a table filled with strange brightly coloured manufactured foods that were far beyond Camelot's time. ]

Fairly sure none of this's got rat in it.

[pratservant]

[Merlin glances back over his shoulder as they pass by the food he would've chosen...had he been allowed to choose. He surveys the table with raised eyebrows.]

At least I would recognize rat. Is that a bowl of pills? Why do they all have an 'M' on them?

[His stomach growls...but mostly in protest.]

[supercilious]

[ Arthur looks at the food in question and then grabs it. They're very throwable, but even if this isn't Camelot, this party is still in his honour, so he restrains himself. ]

M for Merlin!

[ Grabbing a couple of green ones - green was a normal food colour, after all - and offering the bowl to Merlin. There is perhaps a hint of challenge in his eye. ]

I will if you will.

[pratservant]

[Merlin looks less than convinced. And the flashbacks of taste-testing troll potions...oh, the flashbacks.

Merlin gingerly reaches into the bowl.]

They feel like river stones. Are you sure we're supposed to eat them?

[He meets Arthur's eyes and tilts his head a bit.]

This isn't one of those times where you say you'll do something too and I end up being the only one doing it, is it?

[supercilious]

[ That was the plan! ]

Of course not. On three!

One, two...

[pratservant]

[You have to get up pretty early in the morning to fool--

Three!

Merlin dropped a couple of the candies into his mouth, his face an expression of uncertainty.]

I don't like how they slide around. Do they have egg shell on them?

[He gingerly crunches down on one and...looks a shade surprised.]

They're not bad...whatever they are.

[supercilious]

[ As Merlin isn't making a oh-god-what's-in-my-mouth face, Arthur tosses the candies he's holding back. ]

Oh, they're chocolate.

[ He'd love to be all smug smug I know something you don't, but he's too busy looking really pleased. ]

[pratservant]

What's that?

[He takes a few more as he asks. Look out for him to be hyper in the near future.]

How can they all taste the same when they're different colors?

[supercilious]

How should I know?

[ he wants to say "magic", but he's not quite ready to be that flip yet. ]

Chocolate's splendid. [ glancing around for something else that looks like it could be made with the stuff. except, hm, no, that's definitely gravy... and that's seedcake... and who knows what that bowl of stuff that looks like clouds is... ]

[pratservant]

Well, you just seemed to know.

[He sighs and inspects the table with a little more courage now.]

It's a bit rich for me. What's this?

[Merlin picks up a mini-eggroll and bites down into it.]

Cabbage!

[He looks insanely pleased by the fact.]

[supercilious]

[ Arthur scoffs. ] Cabbage.

[ but then he's making essentially the same expression when he bites into what turns out to be a tiny meat pie, his original intention of tormenting Merlin with terrible foreign food forgotten. ]

[pratservant]

Are you going to have a go at dancing? I heard someone else mention it.

[supercilious]

[ Arthur doesn't even know what to say to this. He doesn't particularly want to dance with anybody. But if there was to be dancing it would be rude not to take part... ]

Er. I suppose, if I must...