that's what i do. fall out of the sky, make bad decisions -

[closerift]

Who: Cecily Trevelyan and YOU
What: As previously announced, there is a party at Chez Thedas!
Where: Second spiral, 1502.
When: 6/9
Warnings: Maybe mild language, general partying.

( ooc ; party description top levels will be posted below, but you can also feel free to make your own! )

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Elena Gilbert .. OTA

[rehashing]

[ Elena is here because she said she'd be, and because she may know more loss than anyone in this cave. It will also provide several hours of respite from her mind. The alcohol doesn't hurt.

She brings Cecily two bottles of something labeled scotch that she hasn't tried. She knows the gods can only conjure what's explained to them, so she hopes it suffices.

At a few points in the night, she pets the big dog that comes up to her. She makes note of any decorating touches Cecily has made, eyeing the walls and yet more misshapen furniture. She is friendly, as she reminds herself to smile, greeting anybody warmly. ]

[closerift]

Evening.

[ The hostess appears with a smile, watching the near-stranger as she peruses the home's meager offerings. ]

I hope this isn't too disappointing. [ She remarks, and then laughs. ] There's only so much that you can do in this place, you know... as far as gatherings go, that is.

[rehashing]

Good evening.

[ She replies, recognizing the Inquisitor from their one exchange. She thinks it would be more weird, one conversation and then a face-to-face but she isn't from the generation where this is custom. Caroline tried to explain Tinder to her once. ]

It's my first of its kind here, so, it's something I haven't done yet, but I always liked smaller gatherings. And bigger gatherings. [ She likes gatherings. ] Everyone's nice.

[closerift]

I hope so. I strive to be the only 'not nice' person in my home at any given time.

[ She's grinning, still, though. ]

I prefer smaller gatherings, myself. These little houses lend themselves to that. [ beat ] Can I get you anything?

[rehashing]

[ That earns her a smile. ]

I'm okay for now. I found what I thought was beer, but tastes like champagne. [ So, technically, best of both worlds, perhaps. ] You could work better at not being nice. My advice is to talk to almost anybody else down here. [ Her subtle dig at the disposition of nearly everyone in Hadriel. ]

[closerift]

I let the others bring what they'd like to drink, so I can't vouch for what it is...

[ Mead, maybe? Hopefully nothing that's dangerous. ]

So I'm failing at my ultimate goal. Encouraging. [ She chuckles into her own drink. ] How dare you come into my home and tell me that I'm being nice. That's positively shameful.