[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]

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!

[graveyardmoon]

[suddenly dire]

No. It's horrendous.

[firecracker_hopping]

Why's it horrendous? You said he's your best friend.

[graveyardmoon]

Precisely.

[firecracker_hopping]

But isn't having a best friend a good thing?

[This is even more confusing than it normally would be. Thanks, booze!]

[graveyardmoon]

Have Nova as your best friend for a few decades and tell me what you think after that.


The decades aren't even real, either.

[firecracker_hopping]

You had a controller. [That's how Akhilendra referred to it. Maybe she's angry at him, but he's the aggrieved one; she can use his words.] I'm sorry. The decades weren't real.

But...

[She lets out a long sigh.]

If you feel he's your friend, that's what's important, I think. So even if he's insufferable -- and, you know, I got no particular reason to like this guy -- that's okay. It doesn't reflect badly on you for being friends with one of us proles, I guess.

[graveyardmoon]

Proles...? Prol...prole...tariat? My word, just say the whole thing, don't be lazy about it. It's a wonder you get out of bed in the morning with linguistics like that.

[firecracker_hopping]

Jeez! I was trying to be nice!

[graveyardmoon]

I refuse to lower my standards for you.

[firecracker_hopping]

Whatever! Sounds like you have the best friend you deserve, then!

[graveyardmoon]

The best friend you deserve, perhaps.

[firecracker_hopping]

[You have a raging out lady hopping up and down in front of you now, Artemis!!]

He's your best friend, not mine!

[graveyardmoon]

[staaaare]

Stop that, you look absurd.

[firecracker_hopping]

NOPE.

[now she's hopping up and down more]