let the celebrations begin!

[lord_admin]

The last light has faded. The bonfire is lit and the fireflies are glowing merrily. The scent of wood-smoke is in the air. Three of the identical serving men have taken up instruments from the bower and have begun to play, varying between soft ballads and dancing tunes. By the fire, a large silver pail holds small, glittering crystals

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[drinkuntilidie]

Troll or not, this was a party and Kevas never missed a party. It was better than sitting around sulking in a room all day. Fortunately for him he managed to find some clothing out of the Clothier's Tower that fit him. Nothing too fancy but that was the way Kevas liked it. A tunic that wasn't covered in blood was about as fancy as he ever got.

As per usual Kevas' first stop was the liquor table, getting himself the biggest cup of mead he could. After that he began to mingle, seeing if he could find anyone he could recognize and wondering if anyone could recognize him.

[kptn_sparrow]

Did Someone say 'party'?

Jack is naught but himself, and easily recognizable. He hasn't changed out of his usual attire: overcoat, sword, shrunken head, ect. It's all there. Nothing fancy.

The pirate grazes as he goes, partial to fruit and snatches a pomegranate, stopping only when approached by one of the servers and giving them an odd look.

"Never seen the same man ... tweleve times... at once."

He backs away, and nearly bumps into a gentleman carrying a drink.

"S'cuse me. Sorry about that."

[drinkuntilidie]

Kevas swerved to avoid Jack knocking into him, keeping a hand over his cup to prevent mead from spilling everywhere. After checking to see if his drink was alright, he gave Jack a dark scowl.

It just had to be this guy didn't it? "Rule numbah one: joo spill my liquah I break joor arms."

The was different but the voice was most definitely the same.

[kptn_sparrow]

"Oh!"

That didn't sound good.

"Oh."

It all was very familiar too.

"Oh"

He takes a pause and looks over Kevas, he'd know that voice. That threat, too, was becoming old hat.

"I know that threat! So it's you is it? How'd they manage to ... well... " The captain makes a hand gesture. "Get you like that? How'd you fit?"

[wingsnomore]

[There is a young blonde woman making her way to the setup cautiously. Caution, not because of being afraid, but watching her step. She seems to be having an utterly awful time walking and keeps leaning too far forward and tripping.

Finally she makes it to a table and plops gratefully on a bench. She would love to talk to the musicians and see if she could perhaps join them in playing- but for the moment she is just grateful to have a seat.

She is clothed in a extremely low backed blue dress. ]

[doctoral_bird]

By this point, Malkus has had quite a few glasses of wine in his system and munched into a pomegranate or two, getting his gloves and beak stained with blotches of red. Hello there, Isabella! You've got a plague doctor making his way towards you.

She's not the only one who has a bit of trouble with the way they walk apparently, as the doctor can be seen stumbling a bit with each step. Not for the same reason, of course, Malkus is just a rather clumsy drinker. Small gusts of wind blow around the fellow with each wobbly step, as if they're what's pushing him from side to side.

"H-Hah-Hi there! Greetings miss-...miss-..."

The strange man does an odd sort of small bow, almost falling forward as he does so.

[wingsnomore]

Oh my! This poor fellow seemed completely in his cups.

"It's Isabell-oh! " She gets up and reaches to prevent Malkus from falling forward.

Instead she finds herself doing the same thing!

[doctoral_bird]

"Isabello? Well-....Well that's a rather pretty- D'uha-"

Malkus is cut off, feeling a slight bump against the top of his head while he's still trying to regain his balance mid-bow. Isabella dear, did you just butt heads with Malkus? It's a small bop, but enough to trip Malkus up and send him back on his behind. All you get in response is a muffled laugh from behind the mask.

[iwannabeadragon]

So this was what all the fuss was about? It was definitely festive that was for certain, and the mood was incredibly infectious. He even let one of the servers set a flower wreath on his head.

He wasn't just here to have fun though. With all this wine set out, even that grump of an elf would show his face...if he was still here anyway. Picking him out might be a tad difficult however judging from all those complaining in their journals. As much as he hated to think it, hopefully those tattoos of his were still there.

[gotyourwallet]

And suddenly Vie is standing beside him, footsteps a little louder than usual. She nudges him with her elbow, a playful gesture. "I never took you as one to wear flowers, Hawke."

Hey, she's amused.

[iwannabeadragon]

He actually heard her coming this time. She had to be drunk. Way to start without him Vie.

"I don't know. I think it's a good look for me."

[gotyourwallet]

But Hawke! She hasn't had a drink yet. Vie's been far too busy dancing around and checking things out. She tilted her head to the side, peering up at him with an amused look on her face.

"It does go well with your beard. To that I will admit."

[brynkitten]

Bryn had been looking forward to this celebration from the moment she learned about it. The last few days had been emotionally draining, and the time before Bryn had found herself in more than a bit of a slump. This sort of event was just what she needed to try and get her mind off of things, and for once she was free to attend a party without the stifling influence of her parents

[vivenieta]

Nieta breezed by, a few cups of fruity white wine in her hands - only one of which she intended to drink herself - and some flower wreathes looped over one arm.

Spotting Bryn, and the glass of nectar in her hand, Nieta paused and grinned, "Does it taste nice?"

[brynkitten]

Pleased to see Nieta, Bryn smiled widely and nodded, lifting her glass in a graceful, approving gesture.

"It's delicious. I've never had anything quite like this before," she replied. Bryn looked truly happy. There was something about her contentedness that made her glow, made her seem warm. Bryn looked to Nieta's cups of wine and wreathes with curiosity. "And yours? I haven't tried anything else yet."

[vivenieta]

"It is different, but be careful with it," she set one of the glasses down on the bench beside Bryn, "The wine is good, I think. I do not know much about wine, but it is better with food than the stronger drinks."

She caught the glance at the wreathes, "Would you like one?"

[gotyourwallet]

Having walked through the party and taken in the sights and smells, what caught Vie's attention the most was the music. The space was there to dance in, so why the heck not?

Anyone who looked towards the area in front of the band would find the Valei woman, now human in every respect, smiling to herself and dancing freely, not caring who was watching or following any set step. Though not as fluid as her motions would normally be, Vie was still pretty damn good.

[kptn_sparrow]

Jack spies an all together too familiar face.

Then he couldn't stop watching the woman and how she moved. With a grin he approaches the woman. The pirate was on the dance floor with her, and he thought he recognized some of these steps.

He's attempting to cut in with your invisible dance partner Vie.

[gotyourwallet]

Surprising as his arrival is, Vie isn't about to complain at having someone to dance with. She moves to let him join her and when the moment allows it, sweeps him into a proper dance stance. She's still pretty casual about it, but hey, the basis is there.

"You're not one I expected to dance, Jack."

[kptn_sparrow]

"I'm hurt." He pouts. "Now why not?"

While there is the impression of a drunkard, you would never be able to tell by the footwork while he dances. The pirate knows what he is doing apparently.