Tanabata!
Who: Kasanoda and you!
What: Tanabata! Write your wishes and tie them to the tree. Also watching the beautiful night Sky. And make CR.
When: Tonight.
Where: Alexstrasza's tree.
Rating: PG.
Kasanoda had initially thought this was going to be a one on one event, but Uru knew her way around him. When he arrived at the tree, he had been goaded into bringing extra materials for extra guests. He didn't think there would actually be any, but he didn't like arguing with girls. There was also the problem that now the wishes would be public. He couldn't write about what he really wanted, lest someone recognize his handwriting and bother him about it. Best to go with something generic, like 'have a long and happy life'.
After tying up one wish as an example, he set up a small table for the future writers, should they choose to come. The table had pages of loose paper, plain pens, and strings long enough to tie through the holes in the paper. If anyone was coming, though, he needed to work on his face. His usual deadset grim expression tended to scare people off. So, for now, he stared intently at the tree, hoping that by not staring at anyone, he wouldn't wind up scaring them.
((OOC: Write in any style you wish, and tag anyone you want!))
What: Tanabata! Write your wishes and tie them to the tree. Also watching the beautiful night Sky. And make CR.
When: Tonight.
Where: Alexstrasza's tree.
Rating: PG.
Kasanoda had initially thought this was going to be a one on one event, but Uru knew her way around him. When he arrived at the tree, he had been goaded into bringing extra materials for extra guests. He didn't think there would actually be any, but he didn't like arguing with girls. There was also the problem that now the wishes would be public. He couldn't write about what he really wanted, lest someone recognize his handwriting and bother him about it. Best to go with something generic, like 'have a long and happy life'.
After tying up one wish as an example, he set up a small table for the future writers, should they choose to come. The table had pages of loose paper, plain pens, and strings long enough to tie through the holes in the paper. If anyone was coming, though, he needed to work on his face. His usual deadset grim expression tended to scare people off. So, for now, he stared intently at the tree, hoping that by not staring at anyone, he wouldn't wind up scaring them.
((OOC: Write in any style you wish, and tag anyone you want!))