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Henry "Hotspur" Percy ([personal profile] hotspurred) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-12-01 11:25 am

come with me to the dance floor

Who: OPEN
What: Henry and Emily throw a surprise birthday party for Maketh. Come celebrate!
Where: Delight's bar.
When: December 1st, all night.
Warnings: Drunkenness, probably...


By the time that evening arrives, everything is in place ready for the celebration. All invitations have been issued. Strips of fabric in all colours hang around the room like streamers, and a paper banner that looks like it was taken out of an illuminated manuscript declares Happy birthday, Maketh from where it is pinned above a table. Upon the neat tablecloth sits a large cake, and by it an assortment of food, including a pile of buns filled with surprise fillings. There is tequila set out, waiting to be opened and poured, and many shot glasses lines up ready. At the far end there is a space for gifts. Music plays, upbeat and energetic.

All that is missing is the birthday girl in question.

Fortunately the wait is short.

Henry shoots Emily a quick message to let her know of their impending arrival as he walks with Maketh along the final stretch towards Delight's bar. With a grin, he pushes open the door and steps through, holding it for Maketh so that her view, and everyone's view of her, is unhindered as she enters.

Finally, the party begins.


(OOC: It's free reign, so make your own starters and go wild! Maketh's positive CR will have received invites, but party crashers are more than welcome to join in.)
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ota

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-02 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Arrival - closed to Henry]

[In all honesty, she's forgotten the significance of the date entirely. There are other, larger concerns, and Maketh rarely celebrates her birthday. At best it's an occasion to drink and she can invent those readily enough.

But tonight Henry has something he wants her to see - he was frustratingly vague about the whole thing - and Maketh steps through the door with a frown, still wearing her uniform.

Then she stops dead. And stares.]


Henry, what...what is this?

[Party - open]

[She's largely gotten over the shock, but the whole thing is still -- a lot. Maketh stands a little to the side, watching everyone and smiling. There's a drink in her hand. It might be the first time you've seen her genuinely relax.]

Shots

[Well, it would be a shame to waste that lovely tequila, wouldn't it?

Come drink with Maketh. It'll be fun! You might end up with an awful hangover in the morning that makes you wish for death, but that's a small risk.

Maketh finishes a shot with a flourish, grinning.]


Enjoying yourself?

[Wildcard]

[Hit me!
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Party

[personal profile] feelslikeimspilling 2016-12-02 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Probably the last person you wanted to see on your birthday huh Maketh, but don't worry! Will's birthday present to you is that he's not going to cause a scene! Instead, he's as merry as Will can be, almost smiling and reasonably with it.

Will walked over to Maketh, slowly so she could see that he was coming and choose to avoid him is she wished. He had a drink of his own in one hand and something wrapped in newspaper in the other. A gift perhaps? ]


Is it safe to stand with you, or am I going to end up wearing that?

[ Smirking as he gestured towards the drink she was nursing. He wouldn't put it past her to swirl him with it if she didn't wish his company. ]

I heard it was your birthday, so I came to wish you many happy returns.
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Seperate thread, I think

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-02 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maketh straightens her jacket, face flush. She hadn't--well.] All of this...?

[There's music and food, and drinks lined up neatly in rows.

She turns in a slow circle, and smiles.]


Brother. You've been scheming.
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-02 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maketh, though not yet drunk, is feeling pleasantly buzzed and less inclined to yell than earlier in today. Even at Will, who has made a habit of trying her patience. She narrows her eyes and takes a deliberate sip.] I don't throw drinks, Will Graham.

[She might kick him somewhere painful, but Maketh likes to think she has class.]

It is, yes.

[To her great surprise, she's survived another year.]
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[personal profile] feelslikeimspilling 2016-12-02 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I had a suspicion you wouldn't.

[ Coming to stand by her side, his back up against the wall. Will took a drink from his glass and then awkwardly moved the item in his hand. ]

I come in peace. Even brought my own white flag so to say.

[ He handed the object to Maketh, a little hesitantly and with good reason to be! ]

Just ... Promise me you won't use it against me?

[ It was a very sharp, very small yet wonderfully crafted knife. The handle had a stags face carved into it, Will had been up most night carving the image in. He found it distracted his mind and had been keeping him out of trouble for the last few weeks. ]
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mood music because i promised on plurk

[personal profile] unfollowing 2016-12-03 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-03 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Maketh sets her drink aside with a frown, taking the knife. It's well balanced. She's never seen anything quite like it before. Whatever she expected from Will, this wasn't among the number.] You made this?
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-03 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Maketh brings her hand to her mouth, covering her smile. Nonetheless, her eyes are shining.] Hmm. Well. You--this is wonderful.

[She barely knows what to say.]
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Present

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-03 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Maketh turns with a smile and - impulsively - bumps arm against Henry's. Why not? It's a party, something done in her honor. She's surrounded by people who care about her and everyone is just happy, at peace with the music and the drinking. No matter how mad Hadriel might get, this moment is theirs.

All because of Henry and Emily. What a thought.]


You may. I'm only admiring your handiwork.
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-03 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
I could hardly refuse. [Just look at all of this! And they are due for something fun, aren't they? Maketh runs a hand through her hair, ducking her head a little.] I would have worn something more appropriate if I'd known.

[Her day to day uniform is hardly the sort of thing one wears to a party. Still, she's grinning as she says it.]

You will dance with me, of course.
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-03 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[Maketh takes the box curiously, wondering what he might give her. Something important, if she knows Henry. He does nothing lightly.

The ring feels heavy in her palm. And the image--]


Oh, Henry.

[Her voice is hushed, wondering. It's the same symbol she carved into her gauntlets. The same lion Henry carries on his shield. Maketh closes her hand around the ring and holds it tight. And if her eyes are suddenly wet, well. The lights are dimmed. He probably won't see.]

You do me a great honor, brother.
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Drinks of course

[personal profile] rebelarchivist 2016-12-03 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Dorian has had a few glasses of wine already of course. He's cheerful and a little buzzed, at the pleasantly warm part of the evening. He's not making a point to see Henry, but he's also not avoiding him. Avoiding is for people who feel awkward.]

[So when Henry turns around with one of those little glasses in their hand he laughs]


A challenge? You do love those, don't you Henry?

[He straightens up then, regarding the man with a smirk]

Very well, I accept.
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[personal profile] feelslikeimspilling 2016-12-03 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He watched her move the blade in her hands, getting a feel for it. It made him feel a little nervous, anxious even, as she studied it with both her touch and her eyes. ]

I did. Well, most of it I did. The blade I found in the Colosseum, broken and discarded. I sharpened it up and fitted it with an old block of wood I found... The deer head was just because I didn't actually know who you liked... Went with something I knew instead.

[ She hates it. She's going to tell him off for having a weapon, she's going to stab him in the face or something. ]

If you don't want it I'm sure someone else could find a use for it. It's nothing special...

[ It was his way of saying thank you for putting up with him, for helping him, saving him on various occasions. ]
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-03 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maketh quips a smile.] Perhaps it is. This...thank you, Henry. I never expected such a thing.
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-03 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maketh tests the edge of the blade against her thumb, nodding in satisfaction. Despite everything he's done or will likely do in the future, Will has some skill in this. The blade is well made. Beautiful, even.] Your world has these animals?

[She's never seen their like.

Nonetheless, Maketh sheaths the blade and sticks it into her belt, as final an acceptance as she ever makes.]


Your gift is appreciated. Thank you.

[It's a peace offering and she'll treat it like one: kindly, but with quiet suspicion. Of course he'll need to be watched, but Will is making an effort. That counts for something. Exactly how far that goodwill stretches remains to be seen.]
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[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-12-03 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Before Hadriel, Maketh never quite knew what it meant to have a sibling. It had been discussed during her childhood, in hushed whispers when her mother and father thought her asleep, but deemed too risky. They had barely managed to feed themselves at the best of times, and another child would not have grown up well.

Nonetheless, she has Henry now. Always at her side. She trusts him deeply, perhaps more than she's ever trusted another living soul. They balance each other out, and together they have forged a powerful bond. It makes them stronger to stand together.

Maketh nods her head, meeting his eyes.]


Whatever happens, however this ends--you have made me better. And it is my honor to be your sister.
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[personal profile] feelslikeimspilling 2016-12-03 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's curious about the world she comes from, about the life she had there but knows better than to ask. They're not friends, never really can be unless Will, is well, less Will. ]

Mhm. Big beautiful, majestic animals. A rich, meaty flavor if you eat them. Delicate yet warm hides used to make attire. Not to mention their antlers.

[ It was nice to see Maketh so relaxed. No urgency to harm him or put him in his place, but Will knew better than to push his luck with her. He'd avoid staying too long, besides a party was a social place and Will detested being social. ]

Don't mention it, you're welcome.

[ Will raised his glass to her with a slight smile. ]

Happy birthday.

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