[EVENT] - Valentine's Solstice

[arentweglad]

Who: Open!
When: Monday the 20th through Wednesday the 22nd (Bonfire on the 21st)
Where: Days' End League Hall
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Violence (Val/Nova), vomit (a few threads??), fireworks, mention of death

[Valentine is hosting a Solstice party at Days' End! Some got invited, and if she ran into you anywhere for longer than two minutes she may have invited you. There is booze and games and dancing and floral wreaths and festival foods and everything. If Val saw you at the party you may well have gotten wreathed.]

[It's a pretty open-invite party though, so even if you weren't personally invited, wandering in off the street is perfectly acceptable. They've got a few random partiers showing up, both Earthers and Zenners, and there are several Earthers residing on the premisis also in attendance, as well as most of Days' End's members.]

[The bonfire gets lit early Tuesday and Valentine and Flambre keep it going through the day into the wee hours of the night (except for around one hour after sunset where she runs off to attend the druid ceremonies). The majority of the loud partying will likely happen on that day.]

Comments

[firecracker_hopping]

That's not true! Liquor makes you confess all sorts of terrible truths.

[She sticks a hand out towards him all cheery-like. Like they're having two different conversations!]

Name's Lera. Nice to meet you.

[graveyardmoon]

[his eyes drift down to her hand]

[he's not touching that]

Artemis. I can't say the same.

[firecracker_hopping]

Aw, why do you have to be like that? It's a party! It's a fun, joyous occasion of fun and joy!

[graveyardmoon]

'Fun.' [as though he can't quite fathom the meaning of the word in conjunction with the events surrounding him.]

Your concept of fun is terribly...bourgeois.

[does that even make sense artemis]

[whatever, he don't give a fuck, it makes sense to him]

[firecracker_hopping]

[Her Russian accent grew three sizes that day!]

My sense of humor is an ally to the working man! They have nothing to lose but their chains!

WORKERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!

GLORY TO COMRADE LENIN! GLORY TO COMRADE MARX! THE ERA OF PERFECT COMMUNISM WILL BE UPON US SOON!

[Yeah, she's ranting like an imbecile now.]

[graveyardmoon]

[slow blink]

[stare]

[. . .]

Pardon?

[firecracker_hopping]

The capitalist running dog lackeys will--

[Slow, blank stare. Then an awkward laugh.]

You have no idea what I'm saying, huh.

[graveyardmoon]

It's perfect nonsense.

[firecracker_hopping]

Socialism is not nonsense.

[cough]

...so what are you doing here at this party? [Yes, subject change, that will make this have never happened!]

[graveyardmoon]

Social...ism. [as though he's not quite believing her that this is a real word. what is that even supposed to mean? the...ism...of society...?!]

I was invited by somebody awful.

You bear a resemblance, as a matter of fact.

[firecracker_hopping]

Like I annoy you the way he does or I look like him?

[graveyardmoon]

[he didn't even say nova was male!!!]

Everyone annoys me. You aren't special in that regard.

[pause to sip his drink]

It's your apparently masculine hair.

[firecracker_hopping]

My hair is so feminine it hurts.

[Eyebrow twitch!]

Why does everyone annoy you?

[graveyardmoon]

Yes, I'm sure it must hurt. [that doesn't even...what]

That's a rather personal question, don't you think?

[firecracker_hopping]

I guess so, but you raised the point, so it seems fair to ask about!

[graveyardmoon]

No, it isn't fair and I'll thank you not to pry.

[drinks]

[long pause]

They're all so common. I have very high standards.

You won't live up to them, don't bother.

[firecracker_hopping]

Trust me, I don't think I'm too interested in living up to your standards.

[A bit of a searching glance. In fact, she's drunk and way too direct and going to make assumptions she shouldn't. Rude!!!]

Let me guess.

Someone broke your heart and you hold your ex up as a standard that no one else can compare to?

[graveyardmoon]

[super rude, lera]

[even ruder because it's accurate, kind of]

[except he's always been like this...]

[he tenses, turning a simmering glare on her. coldly: ] She was murdered, actually. And then turned out to have never existed in the first place.

[firecracker_hopping]

...oh.

[That's so depressing that it's sobering.]

I'm sorry. About--um--you know... all of that. And bringing it.

[graveyardmoon]

Yes, it was quite rude of you!

[he sounds oddly jovial about that tho??? it's bc he's glad she reacted by realizing she's an asshole for saying it, it's actually vindication]

You're already failing to meet my standards rather admirably, perhaps I should introduce you to Nova after all.

[firecracker_hopping]

[She frowns, but she admitted it was rude, and it's not like she can go back on that. Or say he should be more forgiving, that would be quite rude.]

Nova, as in Nova Kylethe? Seriously?

[There could theoretically be more than one Nova out there...]

You know that guy?

[graveyardmoon]

Oh, you've met him! He's positively the worst, isn't he? It's very unfortunate that you share a hairstyle.

[firecracker_hopping]

Oh, crap, he does have my hairstyle...

[This is actually worth fifteen seconds of introspection.]

He seems to be a bit of an ass. I spoke to him by dragonmail. How do you know him?

[graveyardmoon]

He's my dearest and most cherished friend, the miserable oaf.

[firecracker_hopping]

Aw, that's sweet!