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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. ]

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[ Finn nods, probably looking more ridiculous what with the more serious and considering look on his face. ]

Things have been nothing but tense since we arrived. I doubt we'll get many breaks like this. [ And there's no telling how long they'll be stranded there. ]

No. We're here to work after all.

[ soldiers in everything but name. ]

Yeah, and I've got a feeling work's going to pick up soon.

[ They can't do much with all the secrecy, and Finn isn't expecting any golden bits of knowledge from the meeting in the war room either. But it's clear war is exactly what they're after. ]

You worried?

We've been told to defeat a group of beings that plague this city by the same people that told us the outside is unsafe. They're keeping information from their own citizens, but they think that we won't question them and play mercenary.

Yeah, I'm worried.