the party don't start til...

[chloroformedthejanitor]

Who: Annie and YOU GREAT PARTY GOERS
Where: the beach, near the docks.
When: saturday the 14th, starting at 5pm
Rating: M (or R?) just to be safe~
Summary: Annie's sick of every event being awful, so why not make her own event?? Yeah??? JUST COME PARTY YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO
The Story:



Behold! The world's most thrown together invitation to the most thrown together party that Annie has ever thrown. You probably got one if you live in the mansion. Or spend any time there at all. They were posted on doors, shoved under them, and even, in some special cases, rolled up and put into fruit baskets and left at the entrance to the caves. But anyway.

Come one, come all!

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[no_eels]

[Maybe it's your imagination, or... is there a dark shape playing out there, amongst the waves? It could be frightening, to those who don't know the bat-like silhouette. Toothless is thoroughly enjoying being out and about, again, and he's in the air. He flies as high as he can before turning into a sharp dive, heading straight at the water and creating a slight screaming sound in the process. But the Night Fury veers off before he makes contact with the sea, back into the air to start the whole process again.

Later in the evening, he'll dip into the water to cool off before landing on the beach and flopping onto his side to relax.]

[wilywilyways]

IT'S A DRAGON-- IT'S A DRAGON!!

[Hawke is hopping, sans spiky armor, and losing her fucking mind. This isn't the first time she's seen one, but it's the first instance the dragon has not actually been trying to kill her and feed the carcass to its hatchlings. The mansion is awfully weird as a whole, and she hopes this cute beastie is just as irregular.]

[Admiringly:] Maker, look at that thing out there over the water.

[no_eels]

[Night Furies have particular good ears, and it's not hard to hear Hawke — Wonderland won't let him get too far from the shore, not as far as he'd like. He glances over at the beach, blinking, and then swoops down to skim the water close by, to get a better look.]

[wilywilyways]

Ha ha ha ha shit, tilt me silly.

[Shuffling her bladed staff around, nervous. Excited, even exhilarated, but rattled all to hell.

So, a dark-haired wizard with a slash of red paint across her nose is going to park her feet by the shore and stare down what could be sudden death.]

[no_eels]

[That Viking is definitely watching him, he reflects, as he flies by like the world's largest bat. She's armed, however, and so Toothless isn't sure what to think. But he banks around for another pass, even closer, dipping his toes in the water as he goes and then, playfully, flicking water at her at top speed.

That can be misconstrued as a harmful gesture, surely?

(He hopes.)]

[wilywilyways]

[Not terribly unlike her puppy, kicking around in the water. That's just a way bigger wave than Pickles ever sent her way.

Since the water's not crackling with electricity or transforming into shards of ice, Hawke only launches back a couple yards to avoid the worst of it. She ignores the wetness on her boots and raises her voice in another shout:]

Was that a splash or a hiccup, friend?

[no_eels]

[He banks around in quick, clear surprise at her words. "Hiccup" is the most familiar word he knows, after all. Toothless blinks, interested when he sees how the Viking moves. A warrior, then? Or just a Viking used to moving? The weapon indicates a warrior, surely.

The Night Fury banks again, and this time he dips his wing - all twenty feet of it - into the water for a moment, before lifting it up very quickly.

It's a lot more than a splash, but nothing that should soak if not avoided. ...hopefully.]