PAAAARTY (Midsummer Fête)

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle thinks everyone needs to have just a bit more fun

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[elven_irs]

Caranthir isn't going to wear finery. Caranthir isn't going anywhere close to that dancefloor. Caranthir is sitting close to the alcohol supply, and making sure his good eye is facing the crowd.

If you ask him, he'll tell you that he's only here for the booze.

[adoe_adeer]

Not even for a Faraday?

Well, at any rate, here she is, with a new green dress, fine and loose, the better to allow movement, and she sits next to him, leans over and kisses his cheek. "Is there a reason to look so unhappy? It's a beautiful evening." She might reach over, twine her fingers with his. "Isn't it?"

[elven_irs]

If you ask him, we said. His inner thoughts, on the other hand, are quite muddled, and of course, Faraday is always at the forefront - even if he can't gather why she would even want him around, gah.

He receives the kiss, squeezes her hand. "You're certainly beautiful, Alata," he says quietly, his one eye brimming a little, because he does love to see her, to watch her and yeah, wait, he does need to be on his good side, for that, doesn't he?

He hunts down a smile for her, mercilessly. "Green suits you."

[adoe_adeer]

She blushes, and plucks self consciously at the dress. "It is my favorite," she admits, looking at him through her eyelashes almost shyly. "I didn't see you until a moment ago; I'm sorry to leave you here by yourself."

[fairy_fingers]

Angelique hasn't been very social lately - and it's the noise that drew her out, more than anything else. She tiptoed around the area. She doesn't think this could possibly be something that she's allowed in - not her, oh no. But she is curious, so she is timidly peeking at the fete area, from behind the gazebo.

She could bolt at any time, though.

[eldeststark]

Robb has Grey Wind to help him find her, though, and might - pause, a bit away. "Lady - if you please, a moment," almost desperately, half expecting her to run, dreading what he'll do if she does.

[fairy_fingers]

She freezes, but doesn't run - her hand tightens on the gazebo's frame, and she blushes bright red.

"Yes, my lord?" Her voice is breaking a little, she -- feels so terrible about him, and she misses him, and she shouldn't, and... this is just terrible.

[eldeststark]

He glances down, not quite scuffing a foot, but near to it. "If you would...I would like to have a word?"

[crimson_sugar]

Sugar enjoys a fete, and she enjoys all the more the chance to dress up. So here she is, all dolled up, and examining the buffet, trying to look busy.

She's probably much more busy with scanning the crowd for Someone, than anything else, though.

[emocaliban]

Caliban doesn't know how to dance, are you kidding him? But he's outside nonetheless, probably partly because of the food. Mmm, food. However, on seeing Sugar he brightens, as predictably as always, though she might well have seen him first, distinctive as he and his slouch are.

[crimson_sugar]

Yes, Cal and his pet slouch are distinctive, though Sugar would argue that what makes him stand out is how beautiful he is. She gives him a grin, and wanders a bit closer.

"Are you looking for something delicious, love?" Her tease is fluttery as her eyelashes, she, as always, loves to seduce him. And him period, but.

[emocaliban]

Predictably, a little color rises in his face, but he grins at her. "Might be, yeah. Been a while since seeing this much food in one place." He really does like it when she does that, though. It makes him feel less awkward.

[wouldnottakeit]

Faramir is out of the house again, despite the fact that his wound still isn't healed entirely. But the air does him good and he looks better than he did when he arrived. His smoky, oil-soaked clothes have been exchanged for simple dress of green and brown, as befits a ranger of Ithilien, and the shadow on him has greatly receded.

He is no real person for parties, but he does like observing. And the food. Minas Tirith was a city under siege and strict rationing was in place, so this spread makes quite a welcome change to his mind.

[ofdoriath]

He might find himself joined, after a bit, by someone else who doesn't seem particularly interested in joining the party, though he definitely looked interested at the clothes, and a little pleased when his guess was right.

Wearing rather anachronistic clothing (jeans and a light jacket), it's easy to mistake this one for other than what he is, especially with the shaggy, loose haircut grown over his ears and definitely human way of walking. He has practice.

"Interesting little affair, isn't it?"

[wouldnottakeit]

"It is indeed," he replies. "Are such things common here?"

[ofdoriath]

"No, actually," Daeron says, not quite looking sideways, "Or at least, I always seem to miss them - not that I mind. But something on this scale - no, fairly rare."

[doriath_crowned]

It's one of those strange things, that the babes became teens again - and that Karla's crackplot wore off - the morning that the Fete was set. The convenient aspect of this is that Galadriel seems to have decided that the boys no longer need to be grounded. The inconvenient aspect is that they don't remember much of the past few weeks, thanks to that.

Here they are, though, grinning and looking for friends to chat up and girlfriends to be charming at.

[cutelildisaster]

Arianna is going to attack Elured. Ferociously. And without mercy.

It's really a hug, but it's a very vehement one. "Elured! And Elurin! I haven't seen you in ages!"

[doriath_crowned]

Arianna is going to get sandwiched, because Elurin isn't going to be left out. "Hey," the boys reply, one of them (Rin, presumably), fuzzes her while the other scowls.

"Yeah, we've been -- guess being grounded got old," Elured tells her with a grin. He doesn't quite let her go, after his brother steps out of the hug.

[cutelildisaster]

"Are you not anymore? I'm so glad to see you! How are you - both of you," quickly, adjusting to give Rin a one-armed hug as well. He matters too!