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expiationlogs2024-12-15 05:50 pm
feintofhart) wrote in expiationlogs2024-12-15 05:50 pm
chestnuts roasting over an open fire...
Who: YOU!!!
Where: Claude's Apothecary (also known as: his house)
What: Claude and Ethlyn decide to host a Christmas party -- they may not be familiar with Christmas, but when in Rome! There will be drinking, dancing, and much revelry, and it's open underneath the guise of a combo grand opening, meaning that it's free for all and sundry to attend!
Warnings: Probably some underage drinking Claude will make no effort to curb, but that's about it.
Welcome, one and all to the Apothecary's grand opening celebration -- which just so happens to coincide with winter festivities! Despite the fact that neither Claude nor Ethlyn have any familiarity with Christmas whatsoever, they've decided to put together a party anyway, and what a party it is! At the front of the room, Claude and Root have put together an assortment of festive outfits for people to wear: all manner of ridiculous Christmas sweaters from Root, and from Claude, an assortment of reindeer horns and Santa hats if you choose to get as decked out as he is.
Inside, all breakables and valuables have been safely tucked away and have been replaced by all manner of decorations: glittering lights, bristly boughs, a Christmas tree and, of course, an assortment of mistletoe hanging over everyone's heads, ready to ensnare an unlikely couple or two in a requisite smooch. The entire place is, in fact, absolutely covered in festive greenery, courtesy of Kurama -- a little overkill, maybe, but they can't help themselves. Even if you duck past the mistletoe, it may have a way of finding you anyway; Kurama has a mischievous streak, and the ability to grow unlimited amounts of mistletoe to dog your steps.
Every surface seems absolutely covered in anything you might want from a feast, from unctious meats still dripping in their own fats to enormous platters of roasted vegetables and freshly prepared rolls and flatbreads to trays filled with biscuits and pies glittering with sugar. Also available for everyone's consumption - and Claude's not checking IDs as long as the kids aren't being too foolhardy - is a seemingly endless supply of libations, from steaming jugs of mulled wine to mugs filled with buttered rum to an open container of punch ready for the spiking. In the background are a few local musicians that Claude hired to play for them, though the stage is set for any tipsy guests to try their hand at entertaining the crowd.
On a table at the back are wrapped presents that are ready for the taking for anyone who wins at an assortment of games - with anything inside ranging from the Apothecary's own wares of teas and tinctures to pantry items from local vendors to a cute cuddly stuffed animal or two - if you choose to partake. Games of Questions and Commands (essentially Truth or Dare), Flapdragon (a game in which you must drain your glass to see what prize you win at the bottom) to card and board games are available for people to compete at. Everyone loves a good parlor game. Or, for those with a bolder constitution, Snapdragon is available outside, in which people set shallow dishes of brandy and dried fruits out, set it aflame, and ask people to go bobbing for the fruit at deadly risk of losing their lashes and brows. Spectating the whole scene is Claude's wyvern, who guests are welcome to go out and greet anytime they like.
Finally, for those more retiring in nature, and exclusively Claude's closest friends: he will allow some into his private quarters to have a little rest from all the fuss and noise. It's a good place for quiet conversation if you can hack it, or even to nap off the worst of the booze. For anyone else who wants some peace and quiet, you'll have to settle for the employee break room, a modestly undecorated place with a supply of caffeinated beverages and flat surfaces to rest upon.
Feel free to make up your own prompts and just use this as a fun holiday space for gift exchanges and drunken festivities! Happy holidays, Expiation!
Where: Claude's Apothecary (also known as: his house)
What: Claude and Ethlyn decide to host a Christmas party -- they may not be familiar with Christmas, but when in Rome! There will be drinking, dancing, and much revelry, and it's open underneath the guise of a combo grand opening, meaning that it's free for all and sundry to attend!
Warnings: Probably some underage drinking Claude will make no effort to curb, but that's about it.
Welcome, one and all to the Apothecary's grand opening celebration -- which just so happens to coincide with winter festivities! Despite the fact that neither Claude nor Ethlyn have any familiarity with Christmas whatsoever, they've decided to put together a party anyway, and what a party it is! At the front of the room, Claude and Root have put together an assortment of festive outfits for people to wear: all manner of ridiculous Christmas sweaters from Root, and from Claude, an assortment of reindeer horns and Santa hats if you choose to get as decked out as he is.
Inside, all breakables and valuables have been safely tucked away and have been replaced by all manner of decorations: glittering lights, bristly boughs, a Christmas tree and, of course, an assortment of mistletoe hanging over everyone's heads, ready to ensnare an unlikely couple or two in a requisite smooch. The entire place is, in fact, absolutely covered in festive greenery, courtesy of Kurama -- a little overkill, maybe, but they can't help themselves. Even if you duck past the mistletoe, it may have a way of finding you anyway; Kurama has a mischievous streak, and the ability to grow unlimited amounts of mistletoe to dog your steps.
Every surface seems absolutely covered in anything you might want from a feast, from unctious meats still dripping in their own fats to enormous platters of roasted vegetables and freshly prepared rolls and flatbreads to trays filled with biscuits and pies glittering with sugar. Also available for everyone's consumption - and Claude's not checking IDs as long as the kids aren't being too foolhardy - is a seemingly endless supply of libations, from steaming jugs of mulled wine to mugs filled with buttered rum to an open container of punch ready for the spiking. In the background are a few local musicians that Claude hired to play for them, though the stage is set for any tipsy guests to try their hand at entertaining the crowd.
On a table at the back are wrapped presents that are ready for the taking for anyone who wins at an assortment of games - with anything inside ranging from the Apothecary's own wares of teas and tinctures to pantry items from local vendors to a cute cuddly stuffed animal or two - if you choose to partake. Games of Questions and Commands (essentially Truth or Dare), Flapdragon (a game in which you must drain your glass to see what prize you win at the bottom) to card and board games are available for people to compete at. Everyone loves a good parlor game. Or, for those with a bolder constitution, Snapdragon is available outside, in which people set shallow dishes of brandy and dried fruits out, set it aflame, and ask people to go bobbing for the fruit at deadly risk of losing their lashes and brows. Spectating the whole scene is Claude's wyvern, who guests are welcome to go out and greet anytime they like.
Finally, for those more retiring in nature, and exclusively Claude's closest friends: he will allow some into his private quarters to have a little rest from all the fuss and noise. It's a good place for quiet conversation if you can hack it, or even to nap off the worst of the booze. For anyone else who wants some peace and quiet, you'll have to settle for the employee break room, a modestly undecorated place with a supply of caffeinated beverages and flat surfaces to rest upon.
Feel free to make up your own prompts and just use this as a fun holiday space for gift exchanges and drunken festivities! Happy holidays, Expiation!
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[She winked. Why did she wink? Visas has time to ask herself that as Root traipses away. Atton winked, Mira winked. For sarcasm, for joking, for communication.
Root is trying to communicate something. More about fun and parties? Maybe it's a joke about whether or not it's likely for anything to happen at the party?]
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She returns with a sherry cobbler, a tall glass full of dry Spanish wine and pieces of fruit and ice with a straw poking out of it, and offers it to Visas. It also has an array of decorative cocktail garnishes because of course it does, a little pink plastic flamingo hanging out next to a paper umbrella and the straw itself a brightly colored loop. ]
Give this a try. I guessed at something I thought you'd like.
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And then there's the flamingo.
Why is there a flamingo on the side of the glass.]
I don't understand. [She lifts up the flamingo, turning it this way and that. It's just... plastic. Nothing about it except the shape of a very long-necked bird.] Why does the drink come with these?
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[ Root is willing to exaggerate or outright lie in any given attempt at manipulation, but if she genuinely likes someone, she tries to be honest. She knows how relationships work -- she has to in order to be such a good manipulator -- she just doesn't herself partake in them very often.
But she does like Visas, so she wouldn't try to deceive her.
She takes her own seat again and makes herself comfortable. ] I try to appreciate moments like these when I can get them.
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So the bird and the umbrella are also meant to be stupid. Is it... a Human thing? Visas doesn't remember Bao-Dur or Brianna going out of their way to look or behave in ways that are silly. But then, they had their own reasons to be serious....]
...Peaceful moments are rare. That is true. [She takes a cautious sip through the curly straw. The liquid even looks silly as it goes around the loop-de-loop. She can feel the alcohol as it hits her tongue--warming, potent, but not overly potent.] I think the two of us know that very well.
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[ Root's not going to pretend she's some victim buffeted by the winds of chance. She's carved out the life for herself that she wanted, embraced it open-eyed and fought her way there. Even when she changed course, that was deliberate, conscious and knowing. Root has never been out of control of her destiny; she's where she wants to be.
She's curious if Visas feels the same way. ]
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...Yet...
She did not have to remain with the Exile. Rare enough as safety was in the Galaxy following the Jedi Purge, she knows she could have hidden herself out of the way somewhere.]
A peaceful life was taken from me. [...] But it is true that I could have made a new one, and chose not to.
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She couldn't stop wondering what had happened to Hanna, couldn't stop spinning it around in her mind, each version more gruesome than the last. Knowing that kind of awfulness was out there, just under the surface...
She shrugs and sips her drink. ] Once you see it, you can't stop seeing it. Like a magic trick after you learn how it's done.
I know I couldn't go back.