[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[heroica]

[ She accepts his hand with a similar sort of poise, having been born and raised into a society of expensive clothes and dancing.

Though it seems like a lifetime ago, now. ]

I have every confidence in you. [ Robyn hums, winking playfully. He seems to remember it well enough, she thinks, as they begin to dance. ]

How have you been enjoying the party, Nathaniel?

[noble_son]

As well as I ever enjoy a party. [He tells her with a small grimace that's only half meant.

Even when he still lived with his parents, Nathaniel had never been particularly fond of the kinds of parties that they would throw. He had quickly learned to see the real reasons that people attended, and that only a narrow few were actually there because they enjoyed the company of his mother and father.

This isn't like that, but those kinds of things tend to colour one's opinions.]

The company makes it far more bearable.

[heroica]

Oh, this isn't so bad, is it? You were a rabbit, it's true, but you did recover.

[ And he's a fine dancer, which helps them both in their current situation. ]

I'm glad that I could make it more bearable. [ She hums, grinning. ] I'll try and protect you from any more cursed biscuits, too, while I'm at it.

[noble_son]

I'm never going to hear the end of that, am I?

[Being turned into a hare is... actually not the worst thing that's happened to him while he's been here. Not by a long shot.]

Just knock all event-related food out of my hands to save me from myself.

[heroica]

No. Not ever.

[ She smiles sweetly, squeezing his hand. ]

Oh, I will. Isn't that how I earned the esteemed title of Hero of Ferelden in the first place? Saving other Wardens from nasty biscuits?

[noble_son]

[If Nathaniel had less composure, he might have tripped over his own feet. He laughs - fully and warmly, and a far cry from his usual dry chuckles, and for a moment can't even meet her eyes while mirth sparks in his own.]

Robyn. [He forces her name out, pressing his lips together in a vain attempt to stifle his smile.] Must you?

[heroica]

"Must I" what? [ She replies sweetly, brows lifting. ] Would you prefer to stop doing my duty?

[ Imagine! The Wardens would be in so much more danger!! ]

[noble_son]

Oh, I could never ask such a thing of you. [She's so dangerous, in more ways than just one. Nathaniel shakes his head with a small, amused smile.]

Where would we be without a brave warrior like you, defending us from baked goods.

[heroica]

You'd be a rabbit, or whatever else the food has people turning into. [ There have to be more effects than those, though she hasn't heard of them yet. ] And that would be t-hare-ible.

[ Oh, Robyn. Sweetie. No. ]

[noble_son]

I saw Hawke. He was some kind of bear.

[Nathaniel thinks he might have actually had it better in that respect, but then again, Hawke would not have had Oren eyeing him up like he might make a good snack.]

Robyn, I have to tell you, if you do that again I'm going to lose some of my respect for you.

[He isn't.]

[heroica]

A bear? [ That... suits him, and it also surprises a laugh out of her. ] Well, I imagine that was a sight.

[ To put it lightly. ]

Oh, no you won't. You would be sad without the occasional joke, wouldn't you? [ She isn't a joke-teller, really, but she'll come up with some puns if it'll make him laugh (or groan, exasperated). ] I'm sure that Garrett would grin and bear it.

[ ........... ]

[noble_son]

That goes without saying.

[The music trails off and Nathaniel stops, a moment passing before he takes his hands off her. He shakes his head and suppresses an exasperated groan, lightly pinching the bridge of his nose.]

Robyn....

[Please.]

This is getting out of hand.

[heroica]

All right, all right. I'll stop. [ She holds her hands up in surrender, but she's still grinning. ] I can only hope that I tease you this much in Thedas.

[ The Robyn who lives beyond the Fifth Blight is a little more wearied than the one who doesn't, but she'll never know that, will she? ]

Thank you for the dance, Warden Howe. [ She says, dipping into a quick curtsy. ]