[OPEN] Party Party?

[internecineowl]

Who: ...ANYONE IN THE GAME.
When: Sunday Evening.
Where: The Ceolsige (A former ship, now event hall floating by the docks).
Format: Action? Prose? Work it out for yourselves, actually - whatever makes you happy.
What: It's a part on Valentine's Day, but not a Valentine's Day Party.
Warnings: Oh who even knows. Nothing so far, nudge me if I need

Comments

/risks making self look like a doofus if no one else reples but you know, whatever whatever. ;D

[yetsleeping]

[Despite having decided to go to this party some time ago and having bought a relatively modest dress for the occasion, she still feels a little silly going to any kind of entirely social function.]

[But... with the world being so grim these days, why not try to find a little brightness?]

[So, Priscilla arrives promptly at the start of the party, and immediately gravitates to the phonogram because, hey wait what is that thing?]

let's be doofuses together...doofusi? idek.

[applelimber]

[What's this? She's not on the arm of Prince Charming? Helen grins to herself and makes her way towards the other silver-eyed girl. But not before grabbing a drink.]

Looks like you just barely beat me here, Sis.

[Helen tries to snake an arm around Priscilla's shoulders while arching a brow at the music maker.]

/joins hands in doofus...ness.

[yetsleeping]

[!!!]

[Well! She definitely should have noticed Helen approaching, but she was just so distracted by that little machine, so... okay she jumps a little. Just a little!]

Ah! Oh, Helen. Um. I don't like to be late for things. It's rude.

[She blinks once at that arm-snaking business, but doesn't stop her, anyway.]

[applelimber]

Well, there is that.

[She shrugs a little and takes a drink before offering the cup to Priscilla. What, they're half monster already, it's not like they have to be worried about germs.]

But if you'd waited a little longer, he might've already been here to see you walk in in that dress.

[Helen grins a little, full of mischief but nothing cruel this time.]

I would've loved to see that.

[yetsleeping]

[Sorry, are you trying to make her sputter. She almost does, but somehow stops herself.]

It's a pretty modest dress.

[A tiny frown.]

And I don't think you can just say he and assume that I'll know who you mean! It's not like...

[There's no real way to end that sentence, alas. Because of course she did know, didn't she?]

[applelimber]

[Would Helen do something like that? Don't answer.]

I never said it wasn't. But you have to admit, it's a little more flattering than the Organization's dress code.

[She takes another drink, eyeing Priscilla as she speaks, and ultimately trails off.]

Any he, then.

[Helen slides her arm away and has to resist the urge to swat Priscilla on the rear. Because that WOULD make her sputter.]

I'm just saying. You look really nice.

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla gives a little shrug and eyes the drink, which... ack drinking.]

Thank you. You look... barely dressed?

Are you going to let that drink affect you?

[applelimber]

It's not like I'm gonna catch a chill or anything. So I figured, hey, why not.

[She looks...perfectly at home in the dress.]

Maybe just a little. We wouldn't want to disappoint our host, right?

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla, on the other hand, looks kind of uncomfortable even in her much more modest outfit. She tugs on one sleeve and shifts a little.]

Well... do you think they'd be disappointed if you didn't get drunk?

...I've actually never been drunk, you know.

[Probably not too surprising.]

[applelimber]

Probably not. But hey, just the fact that we were actually invited makes me want to celebrate even more, you know?

[Her silver eyes dart around the room pointedly. So many different kinds of people. And there a couple of Claymores are, right in the middle of it all.]

I'm not surprised. You're a good girl.

[Something about that...makes her sigh.]

[yetsleeping]

Oh, that's a good point! It's very different than home.

[Well, maybe she should get a drink for that after all. ...she glances at the earlier rejected glass in Helen's hand.]

May I?

[applelimber]

Yeah.

[Helen starts to lift the glass to her own lips. Because it is different, and yet sometimes she finds herself missing home.

The glass pauses at Priscilla's request. Helen smiles a bit before surrendering it.]

There's plenty, you know.

[Not that she should actually encourage it. But then she does a lot of things that she probably shouldn't do.]

[yetsleeping]

Priscilla wrinkles her nose a little as she accepts the glass, and wrinkles it again as she takes a sip.

I know. But I don't want to get carried away. I accidentally got drunk once, and Scar had to come and rescue me from Dismas! It wasn't very dignified.

[Still she glances over at the bar, currently mostly occupied by the back of men.]

It's a little strange. There are so many men here. I don't think I've ever been to a social gathering with so many men!

...or. A social gathering, come to think of it. Even Arthur's just shown up!

[She smiles a little at the name, but still glances at the door.]

I wonder who else will be here.

[applelimber]

Hmm? Me either, now that you mention it.

[Helen eyes the men, trying to identify a few of them before turning her attention back to Priscilla, who's turned her attention to the door.]

So, did Senji say he's coming?

[Helen leaves the 'or am I gonna have to go drag him here?' part unspoken.]

[yetsleeping]

[Points off for blatancy, Priscilla. She blushes a little and taks another quick sip before passing the drink back.]

He didn't say. Or, well, he said maybe?

Do you think I should have brought a date? I thought about it, but...

[applelimber]

Well, a 'maybe' from that guy is still pretty good. Who knows?

[It's pretty obvious that Priscilla wants him to show up. So she'll be a little encouraging.]

I guess that all depends.

[She takes the glass back thoughtfully.]

I'm sure a lot of guys would've been happy to come here with you. But there's gotta be some reason that you didn't, right?