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

[bloodmagics]

Isabela being the exception. She seemed rather fond of it.

[Plus she'd gotten Hawke to do it, so...

Hawke settles into the dance rather quickly, keeping time with Brennan.]

At least Fereldans can dance without looking like they've sat on a rod, and fortunately, Orlesians tend to avoid both Lothering and Kirkwall.

[outofthebreach]

Oh-ho. Isabela did, did she?

[ Brennan glances over at the mage at that, a grin curving across his lips as he arches an eyebrow. ]

If only I could say the same of Skyhold. Ever since we set up a base there, we've had them in and out all the time.

[bloodmagics]

I've no doubt you've heard at least one of Varric's stories about her, is it really so surprising?

[Which Hawke is gonna ignore the slight pang of loneliness that hits him when he says Varric's name. Instead, he grins in response to Brennan's arched brow.]

To beg for the Inquisitor's help with trivial matters, no doubt.

[outofthebreach]

Oh, I've heard a lot of Varric's stories about her.

[ Brennan chuckles and inclines his head. ]

Varric's often regaling stories from his little table in the hall. She's a favorite topic. As is the overly broody elf, if I recall. Always alongside you, of course. Then again, I'm pretty sure he has a tale about everything and anything.

[ Hawke's assumption gets a snort of wry amusement. ]

Oh you have no idea. Unfortunately that's not limited to just the Orlesians.

[bloodmagics]

If all this nonsense about the future is actually true and not an incredibly elaborate prank, you probably know more about all of them than I do. And I think you mean Marian, not me.

[A frown tugs at his lips, but he doesn't let it stay because Brennan has to go and be stupid. He scoffs, expression turning incredulous.]

I think I have an idea or two about people asking for help.

[outofthebreach]

I don't know about that. I only have Varric's stories to go on, and I think we both know him well enough to know he has a flair for the dramatic. [ Brennan grins, because that's still probably the understatement of the year. ] Other than him, I've never met any of your other companions in person. You're still probably leagues ahead of me in that respect. I just get regaled with your adventures. And yes, Marian. Or some form of you. I'm still not sure how this strange magic works. Let's be real, the world knows you - and her - as Hawke.

[ The expression he gets from the mage has his grin widening in impish humor. ]

Don't tell me you got sent dashing all over Kirkwall on the most mundane errands imaginable too? Do you know there was a man in Redcliffe that sent me halfway across the Hinterlands looking for his lost goat. Lord Woolsley. That was the goat, mind, not the man who misplaced him.

[bloodmagics]

Stories that had to come from somewhere, even if they are embellished somewhat. [He shakes his head, mirroring Brennan's grin.] About that, please tell me Varric's stories include my first name. This might surprise you, but I actually have one.

[He looks genuinely offended at the idea, because do you know how tiring it gets being called Hawke all the time and then having to listen to Carver bitch and bitch and bitch?]

Kirkwall and the surrounding area. [He could not sound any drier if he tried.] Between Solivitus wanting spider glands and pure ironbark, and Hubert sending me to the Maker damned Bone Pit to fight a dragon and then convince the miners to get back to work, I could walk the area blind.

[A beat.]

A goat. Named Lord Woolsley.

[outofthebreach]

Oh, no. It's always Hawke. If he calls you something else, it's left between you in private. [ Brennan chuckles, because he hadn't missed how strong the bond that existed between Hawke and the dwarf back home. So strong that Varric had kept tight-lipped about Hawke's whereabouts for months, despite Cassandra's most intent desire to find out. It was a loyalty he both respected and admired. ]

Oh, I heard about the Bone Pit. Varric bitched about it every time we came across another dragon in the wilds. That and the spiders. He really hates spiders. Except for one. We found one that he decided we should make the guardian of one of our forts. Named it Snowball, if I recall.

Yup. Lord Woolsey, the goat. I kid you not.

[bloodmagics]

[It's still strange to think about Varric as part of this... Inquisition, even stranger to think of Varric being friends with someone who isn't quite him. Nevermind the apparent bond between Varric and Brennan, no he isn't jealous you're fucking crazy.] Well, it's Garrett, by the way.

[He doesn't expect Brennan to use it, nobody does. Not even Varric uses it.]

Did he tell about the spider we fought in the Deep Roads? Bigger than half the mansions in Kirkwall, I swear. [A beat.] You have my sympathies if you've taken him into any caves.