Who: Open, please tag yourselves What: Hallows Eve Celebration When: Forward-dated to the 31st of October Where: Starts in the Keep's Great Hall
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Mimmi's opinion of them changed with each new party that popped up. She could've said she'd had her fill of parties. They didn't exactly have a good track record with her. Especially Halloween parties. But, well, there was dancing involved, and not counting the little practice session few weeks previously, it had been a very, very long time since she'd danced.
Not particularly enthusiastic, she slipped on her costume that she'd picked out some time ago, did her hair, and forced herself to go. For all she knew, it could be fun. Mimmi had had enough with her foul mood and disappointments abound. She could use some fun, dammit.
And now that she was immersed in the crowd, she was going to have it.
And then there was a Logan, looking a little grumpy and like some kind of low budget superhero. His costume wasn't that elaborate, as he had shed most of it on the way to the party. The only thing that had survived was a pair of denim jeans, the t-shirt, and a water gun fashioned to look like a semi-automatic rifle.
Once he spotted Mimmi, he cut through the crowd toward her. "Hey, havin' fun?"
Logan followed without protest. She does that a lot, doesn't she? Stopping at the table, Logan eyed the food suspiciously. What was with these people and pumpkins?
"Why? You expectin' poison?" He's only half kidding.
"Well, not poison exactly, but... I spent a long time on a ship before arriving here. And the party food had a reputation of causing odd side effects."
Spent some time on a ship? Logan glanced at her before helping himself to a piece of candy. "Well, I'll be the guinea pig, eh?" He smirked and popped the candy into his mouth.
Mimmi's opinion of them changed with each new party that popped up. She could've said she'd had her fill of parties. They didn't exactly have a good track record with her. Especially Halloween parties. But, well, there was dancing involved, and not counting the little practice session few weeks previously, it had been a very, very long time since she'd danced.
Not particularly enthusiastic, she slipped on her costume that she'd picked out some time ago, did her hair, and forced herself to go. For all she knew, it could be fun. Mimmi had had enough with her foul mood and disappointments abound. She could use some fun, dammit.
And now that she was immersed in the crowd, she was going to have it.
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Once he spotted Mimmi, he cut through the crowd toward her. "Hey, havin' fun?"
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"Not overly, yet. But I suppose that will change as the evening progresses."
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"Let's go see what they got on that table." Mmmm booze.
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Mimmi grabbed his hand and meandered through the crowd toward the food tables.
"But please forgive me if I am a bit hesitant to try anything right away."
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"Why? You expectin' poison?" He's only half kidding.
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"Well, not poison exactly, but... I spent a long time on a ship before arriving here. And the party food had a reputation of causing odd side effects."
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"Well? Still handsome?"
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"Yes, very."
And then she grabs a piece of candy for herself because, well, candy.
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"You wanna a drink?"
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"A drink sounds nice, yes."
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Offering it to her, Logan sat down on a nearby bench and nods his head for her to join him. "So what's your deal, Mimmi?"
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"My... deal?"
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German accent, she's from Germany. Duh. But which part? Look out, Mimmi. He's getting personal.
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"Exotic." He's just teasing.
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