( open ) time is tickin' I cannot waste it love

[scarcastically]

CHARACTERS: Erik Stevens + Everyone / Mingle! I’m not the boss of you.
LOCATION: Open Field near ish the Palace
DATE: Sometime in July
CONTENT: Party, drinks, dancing.
WARNINGS: N/A


( i. party hats )

[ this had been the stupidest condition of his goal, but it’s a doable one so erik handles it the way he would handle any kind of mission; single-mindedly. he gets to work and makes a couple of dozen party hats of various colours and size. some might seem too small, others too big, a few that are just right, no he doesn’t accept constructive criticism. ]

Just put the damn thing on, it won’t kill you.

( ii. food and stuff )

[ unfortunately there are constraints. if they were back in usa, setting up the supplies of food and drink would be a cinch. however, he’s working with fantasy asian cuisine, out of which he knows half of. still, his position as a nobleman’s attendant gave him a hefty salary and he put it to good use. there are plenty of caskets of booze, all the kinds he could find and various eateries and snacks. some from the palace, others he cobbled together with the use of their kitchen like basic butter cookies and wafers.

eat, drink, he’s not here to card you kids ]

( iii. dancing )

[ and of course, there’s music. lively music, slow tunes. erik managed to hire a band (like three people on instruments but details). the sun was setting, the breeze was cool and maybe for a brief moment, you want to enjoy yourself. give up your worries for a day. the light hits the flowers, giving the scenery a warm orange glow.

grab a partner and have a little fun. ]

Comments

ii

[chronosynthesis]

[In the spirit of giving the guests actually here to party the time to enjoy the food and... little paper hats, Syrlya only arrives well after its started. Armed with a pillow case from his own room, because he needs something to smuggle it in.

He has the manners to let Erik (Jaguar) know he's here before he starts making off with the buffet, so after he spots him in the area he walks right towards him with a hand waved for his attention.]

Thank you again for your assistance. [He inclines his head briefly.] And, I suppose, congratulations?

[scarcastically]

It's not really that kind of party, but you're welcome.

Is that what you're using to take the food?

[chronosynthesis]

Hm? [He holds up the pillow case.] Whatever I can put in here safely. I'd like to have a free hand--just in case. The guard didn't care for seeing me offer anything to those people.

[scarcastically]

Yeah, they're big dicks about it.

[ but sacks aren't the best option. tupperware would be ideal but those don't exist here. ]

Just be sure to put the breads below, other stuff on top.

[chronosynthesis]

[Work with what they got.] I'll do so. Anything I should keep in mind when sneaking out?

[Like, if there are any guards posted nearby to prevent Erik from sharing his celebration with the public. He did mention something about a suspicious job.]

[scarcastically]

How good are your actin' chops?

[ otherwise it's simple. put on a good act, slip through. they do have the benefit of being hailed as "protectors of the capital". ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya pauses, considering.]

I did once bluff my way into borrowing an army.

[And it's a fucking miracle he pulled it off, honestly.] I'll come up with some excuse. Take the long way back into the palace and out the tunnels if need be.

[scarcastically]

[ he nods. ]

Let me know if you need help.

[chronosynthesis]

... I will, thank you. [He smiles, briefly but genuine.

He nods once, as a farewell before he turns to actually head for the buffet tables and puzzle out how to stack some of the food in a bag. And his arms.]