Toga Party

[henry_jones_jr]

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks

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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is there, properly attired though the icon doesn't show it, because this mun is icon-making incompetent. She's still bouncing. It's an interesting effect, with the toga. She's so happy this party is going to work, since she's been rather distracted from being any sort of help party-planning wise, lately.
Snagging one of the wreaths, she sets it on her head at a jaunty angle and begins looking for people who look lost, so she can at least help with the hosting duties.

[timsbooks]

*Tim is there, of course. He has opted out of the wreath, instead wearing his hat. But he is wearing a Toga. And, because Tim is weird, his robe is purple. Trust Tim to be different. He lounges on a couch, a goblet of drink in one hand, and a handful of grapes in the other.*

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace leans on the back of the couch, grinning. And nibbling on bread dipped in humus.
"Shouldn't there be some nymph-type person feeding those to you?" She asks, cheekily.

[timsbooks]

*Tim raises a hand to snap.*

Was that a request to be dressed in leaf bikini i just heard?

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace staaaares.
"You've been talking to Q, haven't you?" Dear Lord.

[staines_mp]

Ali’s standing at the party looking bored. If there was ever anyone to crash an open party it would have to be Ali G. And Tim thought his toga was different.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Hullo!" And there's an Ace, doing her best to be a good greeter. She gives Ali a curious look. Forgive her, it's almost a genetic predisposition.
"You new then?"

[staines_mp]

Ali Turns to Ace and says:

“Aiii, I iz just gettin’ ‘ere a few days ago. Dis place iz well confusin’, I iz just found me room dis mornin’”

[nitro_is_ace]

It takes Ace a second to cipher that out. Which is sad, since she mangles the language plenty all on her own.
"Yeah, I slept in the hall a few nights m'self, when I first came here. M'Ace, how d'you do?" She offers Ali her hand.

[balletrat]

*Meg is rather pleased to find that she is not automatically betogaed on arrival. Apparently the fact that she originated the idea is enough to exempt her from arbitrary sheetage.*

[nitro_is_ace]

At this point, Ace isn't betogaed either. She's... erm... beleaved? Thanks to Tim, she's wearing a miniminiskirt and halter top of leaves.
"Hullo!" If she's gonna be dressed like this, she's going with a bang.

[balletrat]

*Meg beams at her.* Hey, Ace -

*She does a small, peering doubletake.*

I didn't think the Romans dressed like that. But I suppose I could be wrong.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace examines her (limited) attire.
"Not actual Romans, no. But their mythological nymphs did."

[capt_angie]

*Angie comes over as yet toga-less. She examines the various food stuffs and takes a handfull of grapes to nibble on for now.*

[nitro_is_ace]

"Hullo!" There's an Ace, inna... well, it most certainly isn't a toga. More like leaves pretending to be a miniminiskirt and halter top. She's a variation on the theme.

[capt_angie]

Hi...

*Angie grins at the other woman.*

Very interesting ensemble you're wearing but I, erm... thought this was a toga party...

[nitro_is_ace]

"It is, and I did start out in a toga, but someone thought I'd look better in this." Since that someone was her fiancee, and she's inclined to accept challenges, she hasn't found a new toga yet.