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IO, SATURNALIA! | OPEN
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.
Prose or [Action Brackets] are more than welcome, and if you have any questions please send them over to the FAQ thread for the event!
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.
Prose or [Action Brackets] are more than welcome, and if you have any questions please send them over to the FAQ thread for the event!
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Swallowing nervously, Alistair's eyes flick over her from head to toe before fixing back on her face determinedly.]
I don't think you need a name to have that.
[If it's 'feminine allure' she's after she really needs to just sit there. Naked. And now he sounds like a complete pig ]
Ah, forget I said that!
[Distraction, distraction he needs a distraction! What had she just said about choosing her name? That sounded like a good start.]
Are any of your friends here too? I know a couple - well, one other person here. And there's others from my home. What about you?
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I'd rather not.
[She laughs gently, dropping the hand that had been on his chin down to just above his knee.]
Fortunately not. Most of the people who could show up here would probably make things complicated for me.
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[He's beginning to wonder if Mystique isn't trying to see if she can make him spontaneously combust. Why does he always seem to meet people who enjoy embarrassing him? Alright, the answer to that is obvious even to him - it's easy. So very easy and so very obvious when he is. But just once it would be nice if someone didn't take advantage of that. And while he's at it, he'd like all the problems back home to just disappear and a cheese-wheel that never runs out.
Eyeing her hand nervously Alistair drags his eyes back up to her face as she speaks, his cheeks still red.]
I guess I can understand that. Complicated is a good way to put it. Some of the people from my home.... Maker, I don't know what to think.
[And it's very quickly gotten awkward, despite his only just recognising one of them. Not that having certain people he does know present would be much better. Either way he can sympathise and maybe he's being naive - or is still a bit tipsy - but he can't not offer-]
If you ever need a friend - I know we just met, but you said you're here alone and so if you do need anything you can always ask. Me. Ask me. I mean. Clearly.
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Then he's offering to let her confide in him, and she can't help but be flattered - because she isn't used to this kind of openness at home, and having it here is a refreshing change. The atmosphere of the party doesn't hurt, either.]
I'd like that - if we were friends.
[She's smiling again, a little more genuinely, and then she adds, for good measure,]
So long as it isn't going to make the people from your home think you've been seduced by the dark side, or whatever it's called where you're from...and that you know it goes both ways. You want to talk out what you should think about your people from home -- trust me, I'm an expert at mulling over and analyzing the actions of people who say they're your friends and then act like the complete opposite.
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Me too!
[He beams back at Mystique, happily surprised by the offer extended in return.]
Really? You'd do that for me? Most people just tell me to stop complaining. [That's mostly an exaggeration - though he has been told off for whining plenty of times it was sometimes (mostly) justified. But that she makes the offer at all means a lot.] Thanks, I- thanks.
[He hesitates a moment then reaches up and squeezes her shoulder affectionately. Letting his hand drop back into his lap Alistair clears his throat self-consciously.]
And you don't have to worry about them thinking you've done something to me. Believe it or not, possessed people act even stranger than I do.
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Trust me, I listened to my older brother complain through his whole time at Oxford not only about schoolwork, but about girls as well. It can't be worse than that.
[She takes his words into consideration, although she still might be cautious of people he knows mistaking her for some sort of demon. The squeeze to her shoulder elicits a small, pleased 'hmm' out of her, but since he's busy clearing his throat he likely doesn't notice. When he drops his hands into his lap, she brings the hand that had been on his leg to rest on his forearm instead.]
And I've met stranger. Being a waitress means people tell you the weirdest stuff.
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[That sounds a little pathetic now that he's said it. Or like he doesn't like girls but unless she's completely blind she can't think that and he'd rather not embarrass himself further by trying to explain. Better to just hope she assumes he's not looking for anyone right now.
Glancing back at her hand with a smile - the touch feels less intimate and helps puts him back at ease - Alistair tilts his head curiously.]
You worked in an inn? I'll bet you'd see some strange people! And a lot of trouble.
[Maybe it's just him - them really as he doesn't travel alone back home in Ferelden - but going into inns nearly always results in someone trying to start a fight. That could have more to do with him and one of his companions being branded traitors than anything else though. But it does make most attempts to stay somewhere that's inside difficult.]
Didn't your brother worry about you there? I know it can be... risky for a woman alone in those kinds of places if she can't defend herself. Not that I'm saying you can't take care of yourself if you have to... can you?
[All he's seen her is that she can change her appearance, that's no guarantee she can fight. But if she has his strength when she looks like him then maybe she can handle herself just fine.]
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She pulls a face.]
Saw a lot of strange people, had a lot of strange people grab my butt - you know, the usual.
[Then he's asking whether her brother was worried about her working in such a place, and she can't help but laugh.]
Charles was there almost as much as me, and he's never worked a day in his life. I think the only thing he worried about was who he was going to try and flirt the night away with.
[In hindsight, that might not have been true. Perhaps Charles had been in the heads of people who had been planning on doing her harm. She pushes that idea out of her mind and instead lets a wicked grin cross her lips.]
Nine times out of ten, I won't just take care of myself - I'll make the other person look like a fool.
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It is a surprise to hear that this brother of hers visited the place often but not so he could look out for her.]
I guess if he knew you could take care of yourself.
[He's assuming this Charles is - or was - some kind of scholar. So maybe she was the one who looked out for him. An idea that's easy to believe with that look on her face.]
Hmm, warn me if you ever feel the need to make me look like a fool alright? I'm pretty good at that myself so I can save you some effort if I ever upset you.
Your brother - is he like you?
[Not in appearance from what she's said but in abilities, maybe.]
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Yeaaaah, sure. We'll go with that. And don't worry -- I'll at least let you get in the first swing.
[Reasonably, though, she hopes they don't have to come to blows unless it's in a sparring arena. His second question doesn't catch her as off-guard as she was expecting, since people here seem to care a whole lot about your 'home people'.]
He's a telepath. Reading thoughts, that kind of thing.
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[Or not if she's that confident in herself. But he's fairly sure they won't ever actually fight - unless she's secretly a crazy serial killer it's probably not going to happen. And if they end up sparring, well it won't be a first if he loses.
He pulls back a little when he hears what her brother can do, a hint of wariness creeping into his voice.]
He can tell what people are thinking? Is it just hearing? Or can he do... other things too?
[Even without the man being here the prospect of anything more than that is worrying. Mind-reading alone makes him uncomfortable to think about. But along with the stories he's heard about blood mages back home who can alter the minds of their victims, turning them into a mindless puppet? The thought doesn't sit well with him at all.]
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He can do other things. He can probably do a lot more than he tells the rest of us about, but he's too -- good to use them for anything sinister.
[She's not going to bring up the whole 'he ended up convincing me not to violently murdering Trask and potentially the president' thing, but it's what she's thinking about.]
Honestly, it gets kind of annoying how good he can be. He's too trusting that people will just -- do what's 'right' and not just what's easy.
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Finally he nods, accepting the reassurance and relaxing back in his seat once more.]
That's not a bad thing, wanting people to do what's right. It's better than expecting the worst of everyone.
[The worst that can be said about that way of thinking is that it's too naive. So long as her brother never got himself hurt because of it then it's the kind of attitude that more people should have, in his opinion.]
Besides, with the... mind reading thing he'd be hard to take advantage of.
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She's glad he relaxed back into his seat, though, because otherwise she'd probably get all up in arms about Charles and -- well. She lets out a soft puff of breath.]
It's not a bad thing, but it's also not always the most -- realistic.
[She thinks Alistair might share that sort of innocence that her brother had, and -- maybe, grudgingly, she'll admit it isn't the worst thing in the world.]
But -- it does give people hope. I guess that's a good thing. And you'd think that, but he still manages to get himself into trouble now and again.
[With other telepaths, with people who have ridiculous but effective helmets...yeah.]
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Hope is always a good thing.
[That much he's sure of. The more difficult the problem the more important it is to have hope. It doesn't guarantee victory but without hope no one would even try.]
It sounds like you two must have been close.
[He has to wonder what happened - something must have, she'd said there was no one she wanted from her home to come here. But he's not willing to just ask without knowing it won't upset her.]
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Well, some of us need a reminder of that sometimes. You get stubborn and stuck in your ways after a few decades of people more or less hating the 'race' that you belong to.
[The smile turns a little sad when he brings up Charles.]
We were, once.
[She glances over to him.]
It's -- kind of a long story.
[Long, painful, and involving several missiles. No, really.]
Maybe we could be again, with time ... but thinking about that while I'm here might drive me kind of crazy.
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Alistair nods in understanding - he knows a thing or two about those kind of long stories. Putting on a bright smile he nudges her again, determined not to let a blue mood - pun so intended - ruin her night.]
Well if there were ever a good place to go crazy this would be it. You'd fit right in.
[His expression softens momentarily as he adds-] For what it's worth, you're lucky to have had someone like that.
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He's really right about fitting in here if she goes crazy, though.]
Well, if you notice me running around and 'fitting in', you'll know something's up right away.
[His second comment catches her slightly off-guard, and before she can really think about it, she frowns.]
I know. I mean, I'd probably have starved to death if Charles hadn't run into me when he did, but it's still -- hard to lose people.
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[He looks away, jaw tight emotion. It's been months since Duncan died but it still hurts sometimes, knowing he's gone. He hadn't been family truly but he'd been closer than anyone else had been to Alistair.
Clearing his throat he turns back to Mystique, offering in explanation-] My mentor was killed a while back. It wasn't easy to deal with at the time.
...I'm sorry about your brother.
[Whatever had happened between them, the feeling of loss was much the same and he knew how much that could hurt.]
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She manages a slightly lopsided, sad smile.]
I'm sorry too. I shouldn't be complaining about a soured relationship, when at least he's -- you know, alive.
[Paralyzed from a stray bullet ricocheted by his former best friend, but -- details.]
What was he like, your mentor?
[She'd read somewhere that talking about the person helped bring back positive association with them instead of sadness.]
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No, it's fine. It would be just as hard knowing someone you care about is out there but you can't see them even if you want to.
[Whatever the circumstances of Mystique and her brother's falling out it's clear she still cares about him and the separation must sting.
He brightens when she asks about Duncan, clearly pleased to be able to talk about him. He hasn't had the chance to do so much and it does make him miss the man all the more.]
Duncan. He was a good man and the first person who cared about what I wanted and not just what was... convenient. If it weren't for him I'd be a- I wouldn't be in a good place right now. [It's hard to explain what would have happened to him if it weren't for Duncan without explaining so many other things first so he skirts around the matter.] I owe him a lot and I never had the chance to repay him.
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As he talks about Duncan, it occurs to her that Magneto was probably considered to be her mentor (and although the thought isn't unappealing, it was probably pretty unprofessional for them to get involved in a romantic relationship). Would she be able to talk about him like that, leaving out the whole 'presidential assassination' snafu?
Probably.]
I get that. He helped you find your way instead of the way that people had been pushing you toward your whole life.
[She understands that -- really, she does.
She runs her thumb over the back of his hand absently while she speaks.]
He must've known you were grateful, though. I mean -- no offense -- but you don't seem to play your cards too close to your chest.
[After a brief pause and a clearing of her throat,]
Which isn't a bad thing, I mean.
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[He knows he's obvious about his feelings, even when he'd rather not be.]
I didn't think of it like that. [But it would have been obvious to anyone with eyes how happy he was to be recruited by Duncan.] I hope he knew. [Even if gratitude doesn't feel enough for what was done for him. It's too late to change now.] Thank you for letting me talk about him. It means a lot to me.
[With nothing physical left to remember him by his memories of Duncan are all he has. Being able to share them with someone is like keeping him alive in a small way.
His cheeks are still slightly flushed as he glances down at their hands but it's more of a pleased look than embarrassed. It's nice, just being close to someone and feeling like they care. When he looks back up at Mystique his smile turns playful.]
So I guess that's my quota of complaining used up for, what? The month?
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He seems to be cheered, at least, so she can't say that she completely managed to spoil his party mood. She returns the smile, her lips twitching up to one side.]
Mmm...I'd say two weeks. Three, tops. And you're welcome. Should I let you return to the party so I don't make any of your friends jealous of all this attention?
[Still teasing -- she can't help it, okay?]
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[And the buffet table is calling to him again, his own metabolism being fairly impressive in its own right.
Getting to his feet Alistair makes a flourishing bow before he turns to leave. Pausing after just a few steps he looks back at her hopefully.]
I'll see you around?
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