IO, SATURNALIA! | OPEN

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: THE BALLROOM
When: THREE WHOLE DAYS - 12/17-12/19
Rating: PG-13 (or higher depending how rowdy you guys get)
Summary: IO, SATURNALIA! The party has arrived and it is here to stay for 72 hours straight of good food, gambling, dancing, drinking, singing, and so on and so forth!
The Story:

A few days into Ewaymas, on December 15th, everyone will wake up to a scroll outside their door. This scroll is an invitation to a Saturnalia celebration in two days, and everyone is welcome! If asked for clothing for the party, the closets will provide synthesis – brightly colored Roman robes – for the occasion, but the dress code is mostly just colorful and fun, if you choose to abide by it.

Starting on the 17th there will be a lavish feast in the ballroom, and food and drink are never in short supply. Drunkenness is encouraged, but there will be non-alcoholic beverages as well. There will be tables set up for gambling and dice games, music from a wide variety of worlds (specifically to encourage loud singing along and dancing all night - some are holiday remixes but others aren't), and areas for dancing and playing other games. The decorations are all in a rainbow of bright colors like the synthesis, with suns hanging up and candles floating in the air. Laurels and pileus will be available at the party for everyone to wear on their heads.

It's the kind of party that will get increasingly louder and rowdier...and it literally won't end for three whole days. Those prone to gluttony, greed, or even just escapism will find themselves not wanting to leave the party at all. There's always something to do and you can always just pass out of the floor when you're tired, right? Right! No one knows how to party like the Romans did. At the end of the day on the 19th though, all of the decorations and food will vanish and the party will abruptly come to an end.

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Comments

[assembles]

[ While it's been some time since Steve's had the chance to interact with Blake, he responds naturally when he approaches for a handshake, reciprocating. Blake, much like Evelyn, is one of those Wonderland constants. Steve really couldn't imagine the mansion without him.

He's a little surprised that Blake came to chat with him specifically since he's closer to Bucky, but sometimes it's important to check in on those people closest to your friends. Steve gets it.

Buck, he says. Steve isn't accustomed to anyone other than him using that nickname, so it causes him to raise his eyebrows before he scoffs. ]

Believe me, after the past few days I've about had it with layers.

[ There had been a thing where he hadn't been able to get warm. It's something he'd sooner forget. ]

[oversight]

You too, huh? Guess I shouldn't be surprised.

[ Said oh-so ruefully. John had his own overbearing chill to deal with. Despite the odds (and history as anyone knows it), he sought out help and was able to save himself before Wonderland took another life.

John casually falls into place and swirls around his beer in its bottle just for effect. ]

Does put you at a distinct disadvantage durin' strip poker, though. [ And then somewhat impishly: ] Possibly not an accident by the way you two walked in here...

[assembles]

[ So Steve hadn't been the only one. Not that he'd assumed that, since there had been a few other people complaining on the network about how cold it was. Not all of that could be attributed to the sudden change in temperature and the thick layer of snow outside.

Steve would have rather that no one else had to experience what he did. The things he'd seen in his delirium, the certainty that he was going to die -- he's still shocked that he actually pulled through, but that's all thanks to Bucky. ]

It looks like you came out of it okay, at least. [ Steve nods to Blake and takes a sip of his own drink, which he almost chokes on when strip poker is brought up.

Eyes narrowing, he seeks out Bucky where he's situated across the room. ] What, did you two set up a game for later? He could have said something. [ Then Steve returns his attention to Blake and smiles knowingly. ] What he may not have told you is that I'm pretty good at poker. [ They'd never played the strip version with the Commandos, but Steve had still come out of most of those games with a supply of cigarettes he never actually smoked. It hadn't really been about the winnings. ]

[oversight]

[ Best to keep the mood light, John figures. And, in fact, Wonderland is somewhat forcing its own hand in that regard, because he barely has a choice. ]

Bet you are. [ He's be remiss to underestimate Steve at this point. There really isn't much he can't do just right. ] —which he did not mention, but thank you very much for sayin' so. Gonna have to give 'im some crap for that. Practically sabotage.

[ But all in the name of fun, so who can really complain? ]

[assembles]

[ The mood of this party does make it tough to focus too much on the harrowing days he's just broken free from, that much Steve has to admit. The best thing about Wonderland is the people, after all, and they've come down to the ballroom in droves. If everyone else can enjoy themselves in spite of Wonderland's malice, then he should do the same. ]

Well, there's still time to cancel it, if you're really that worried. [ Steve's lip curls up at one side as he issues the tease, falling into an easy camaraderie not so different from how he interacts with one Sam Wilson.

He leans in a little closer to where Blake's standing, as if to commiserate. ] Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

[oversight]

[ John smirks. ]

I'm not worried, Rogers. Just like to know what I'm up against.

[ Which is to say, he expects that even if they don't actually make it to that part of the night, he'll have gotten his fill of their amusing camaraderie. ]

You enjoyin' yourself otherwise? It's a heck of a party for this place to be throwin'.

[assembles]

Well, you won't really have the answer to that until we play.

[ Steve winks at John, full of a bravado for a few seconds before he steps back, the act falling all at once.

The remark about the party causes him to look around, watching as people dance in swirling circles of bright colors. ]

Yeah, it's been good so far. I'm not even sure what we're supposed to be celebrating. Something Roman, I've worked out that much.

[oversight]

[ Blake glances around. ]

Where's our resident librarian? Pretty sure she'd know. Prob'ly write you a paper 'bout it without even realizin' she was doin' it.

[ Evie was an absolute fount of knowledge, after all. ]

[assembles]

[ Steve laughs in spite of himself, because that's a good assessment of Evelyn if he's ever heard one. ]

I'm pretty sure I saw her around earlier. She was... hitting the bottle pretty hard, I think.

[ Why shouldn't she? That seems to be the entire point of this celebration, and there haven't been enough opportunities for Evelyn to enjoy herself. ]

[oversight]

Oh yeah? [ Blake welcomed any opportunity for all of them to loosen up a bit, but he found something particularly charming about the idea of Evie partying hard. ] Not gonna miss seein' that.

[ He swats at Steve's arm, already backing away. ]

Hey, see you at the game, okay? Don't think 'bout missin' out.

[assembles]

[ Steve has to admit he's been curious to see what mixing alcohol and Evelyn looks like, but he'll just have to see if he can track her down later.

After the swat at his arm, Steve lifts his hand in a quick wave. ]

Wouldn't miss it for the world. [ Steve is not the sort of person to bail out on something like this, not after he's committed. And he's got enough faith in his poker-playing abilities that he isn't too worried about the outcome, either. ] See you then.