Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may be hungover....

[ayrie_spirit]

This morning, the common areas of the mansion have been transformed. Everything is decked out in elaborate purple, green and gold decorations, there are plastic coins and strings of beads and decorated masks everywhere and a closet in the room is standing open with many fancy and opulent costumes of all kinds spilling out of it. Music is playing

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[scoffandjest]

This is Dinadan's kind of party exactly. He has put on as many beads and hats and masks as one person can possibly wear.

[glacianbitch]

Karla only has one, and noticing Dinadan, she looks a little disappointed. "Well, I guess I'm beaten on that front," she says, but the grin probably belies her rueful tone of voice.

[scoffandjest]

"Don't feel bad," he assures her, adjusting one of his hats. "Most people simply aren't capable of looking as ridiculous as me."

[glacianbitch]

"I could always try, but I'm concerned you might not have left enough masks," with more of a grin. "I am rather fond of the hats, though. Careful of chandeliers."

[bythebrandywine]

Merry has no idea what this party is in celebration of, but he also doesn't much care. He has found and put on a giant, brocade vest in purple and green, which trails on the ground behind him. Oh, and the bar, of course. He's found that, too.

[cyranosavignien]

Sitting next to him at the bar is a Cyrano, rather well started on a bottle of wine, and declaiming, to the neighbors, a long (and rather ridiculous) ballad.

[3000rublesplz]

Dmitri Karamazov is a bit late to the party, though he doesn't notice; he's already as drunk as he needs to be. He's still at the bar, sitting next to Merry. "I must be entirely drunk!" He shouts, rather louder than he needs to. "No man can be as small as you look!" He attempts to slap the hobbit on where he expects a back to be, but ends up smacking the air well above Merry's head.

[bythebrandywine]

"Here," Merry offers cheerfully. "Let me help." He stands up on his chair so that Dmitri can have another go at the back clapping, perhaps with more success.

[milly_the_fox]

Mildmay is surprised when he walks into the main room, but after a moment he looks almost amused at the carnival atmosphere as he makes his way over to the bar to get himself a drink. He almost pours himself a glass of gin, something he'd begun drinking because of Felix, but puts the bottle down and gets himself a beer instead. He pokes around the room as as he sips his beer, amused but a little bewildered by the piles of beads and the other decoration. He's never heard of Mardi Gras before.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke's not going to turn down a party. He has no idea what's going on, but that doesn't matter. He's halfway drunk, cheerful, and consequently quite talkative. Which is probably why he grins at Mildmay. "You don't look as though you have any idea what's going on either," cheerfully.

[milly_the_fox]

"I ain't gotta clue. Some kinda party, but it ain't like anything from where I'm from." He shrugs. "And fuck if I know what all the beads are for."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke examines them. "They're pretty?" A bit of a grin.

[thenotsofair]

Well, Cleeg doesn't exactly look cheerful, but he did discover some beer and is considering going looking for his nephew and brother. He's not such a fan, but he knows they are, and even if it's not from the Naugrim, still.

He's wandering around the room with a slightly bewildered, slightly wryly amused expression, head slightly canted. Where did it all come from? ..avoiding touching anything, though, just in case.

[ringsmith]

Celebrimbor laughs as he gets a look at the way over the top decorations around the room, and waves at his uncle as he goes over. "Hello!" He grins. "What's going on in here?"

[thenotsofair]

He turns, and kind of smiles. "I don't know," simply, "I just wandered in and it looked like this...I did find some ale, though, I was considering going looking for you to share."

[ringsmith]

"Ooh, really?" He immediately perks up, though he was in a pretty good mood to begin with, and looks around. "Where did you find it?" Yaaay beer. Lydia, we apologize in advance because your boyfriend is probably going to come home trashed.

[eldeststark]

It shouldn't, but something in some drink he picked up seems to have gone straight to Robb's head. He's sprawled on a couch, wearing a little plastic crown he found in the closet lopsided on his auburn hair, grinning rather expansively and looking more his age. Grey Wind isn't visible at the moment - all the people made him a bit skittish.

[ice_wolfbrother]

Viradechtis on the other hand isn't shy at all, and heads straight over to the buffet table to investigate. Something there might be tasty. Isolfr just laughs at her and waves at Robb when he sees him. "Hi! What's going on?"

[eldeststark]

Robb grins and raises the cup he's currently holding. "I'm not sure! Some kind of celebration." Sitting up and adjusting the little plastic crown to make it more crooked, and laughing a bit at Viradechtis.

[ice_wolfbrother]

Viradechtis makes sure that no one besides pack is paying attention before sneakily pulling a beef shank off the table and settling under the table like an oversided dog to gnaw on it. Isolfr looks over to make sure she's got something all right for her to eat before looking curiously at Robb's drink. "Looks like it. What've you got?"