The Park: Friday Afternoon
The tent had been erected in the middle of the Park, but as Isabel kept saying, there was so much work to do still. So Peter was on a stepladder, stringing up fairy lights through the trees and around and in the tent while Isabel rushed around with her clipboard, scribbling madly and trying to do fifteen things at once.
Peter? Had never missed the armies of stewards and servants in Cair Paravel more than he did right now.
But still there were chairs to be covered, backdrops to be set up, gondolas to actually arrive and be put in the lake, ducks to keep away from the tables, and probably a million other little things written on the list of Doom...err Prom.
[OOC: Open to anyone to wants to help or hinder Prom decorating or just enjoy the Park]
Peter? Had never missed the armies of stewards and servants in Cair Paravel more than he did right now.
But still there were chairs to be covered, backdrops to be set up, gondolas to actually arrive and be put in the lake, ducks to keep away from the tables, and probably a million other little things written on the list of Doom...err Prom.
[OOC: Open to anyone to wants to help or hinder Prom decorating or just enjoy the Park]