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entrancelogs2016-11-03 07:32 pm
circlejerked) wrote in entrancelogs2016-11-03 07:32 pm
hold tight, you're slowly coming back to life
Who: Anders (circlejerked), Cullen Rutherford (morework), Garrett Hawke (bloodmagics), Nathaniel Howe (noble_son), and Robyn Cousland (heroica).
Where: First floor, room ten.
When: Backdated to Nov. 2. (Room will remain from Nov. 2-7th for anyone who wants to celebrate in the Antivan tradition.)
Rating: PG? Will change if Cullen loses at Wicked Grace.
Summary: A belated Satinalia celebration for aging dragons. It's time to eat your feelings and drink away your woes, just like the Maker intended.
The Story:
[Why is it Wonderland seems to acknowledge every holiday from every other world except Thedas'? They've celebrated Summerween, they've celebrated Halloween, but in all the confusion Anders looks up and realizes they've managed to overlook the most important holiday of them all.
Um. Satinalia, of course. What else?
Then and there Anders decides they (for a loose definition of they, since there's a pitifully small number of Thedosians left) could use a little holiday cheer. Once he gets it in his head to bring the idea up to one Thedosian, it occurs to him he might as well bring it up to all of them. It's not much of a festive Satinalia with just one or two people. Thus, he devises a diplomatic and tasteful invitation to those still present that announces his intentions. It goes a little like:]
Do you know what day it is? Check your calendar! Not those Earth calendars, OUR calendar. Satinalia passed us by without a single feast or embarrassing joke gift. As a loyal Ferelden, I can't let this stand.
I also don't want to celebrate alone because that's sad, so with that in mind, see yourselves to room 10 on the first floor for dinner tonight and let's pretend we're anywhere but here.
[Anders goes to great lengths to dress the room up in such a way that will be familiar to everyone, which is why should Wonderland's remaining Thedosians drop by, they'll step into what appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a trashy tavern with a long wooden bench in the center, the kind you'd find in any backwater Ferelden village. It even smells like Ferelden--old straw, sour beer, and dog.
Garlands string the walls and classic Ferelden dishes line the table. Everyone gets a Satinalia gift from Anders composed of assorted alcohol (it's not a proper party without the key ingredient, after all). Cullen gets a little something extra--a knitted scarf, because it's never too late to keep your promises.
Happy holidays, one and all.]
Closed to Robyn
[Robyn's text has an extra line attached to it.]
PS: I have something special for you. Now you HAVE to come, or you'll never find out what it is and you'll live the rest of your life in suspense.
[Anders isn't above some heavy-handed manipulation to get people to agree to a dinner date. And they're not entirely empty threats--he actually does have something for her. It sits waiting for her at her spot at the table: a leather sleeve, the kind for protecting documents.
He's been holding onto it for a while, it just never felt like... the right time. Now's as good an opportunity as any, he figures.]
circlejerked), Cullen Rutherford (morework), Garrett Hawke (bloodmagics), Nathaniel Howe (noble_son), and Robyn Cousland (heroica).Where: First floor, room ten.
When: Backdated to Nov. 2. (Room will remain from Nov. 2-7th for anyone who wants to celebrate in the Antivan tradition.)
Rating: PG? Will change if Cullen loses at Wicked Grace.
Summary: A belated Satinalia celebration for aging dragons. It's time to eat your feelings and drink away your woes, just like the Maker intended.
The Story:
[Why is it Wonderland seems to acknowledge every holiday from every other world except Thedas'? They've celebrated Summerween, they've celebrated Halloween, but in all the confusion Anders looks up and realizes they've managed to overlook the most important holiday of them all.
Um. Satinalia, of course. What else?
Then and there Anders decides they (for a loose definition of they, since there's a pitifully small number of Thedosians left) could use a little holiday cheer. Once he gets it in his head to bring the idea up to one Thedosian, it occurs to him he might as well bring it up to all of them. It's not much of a festive Satinalia with just one or two people. Thus, he devises a diplomatic and tasteful invitation to those still present that announces his intentions. It goes a little like:]
Do you know what day it is? Check your calendar! Not those Earth calendars, OUR calendar. Satinalia passed us by without a single feast or embarrassing joke gift. As a loyal Ferelden, I can't let this stand.
I also don't want to celebrate alone because that's sad, so with that in mind, see yourselves to room 10 on the first floor for dinner tonight and let's pretend we're anywhere but here.
[Anders goes to great lengths to dress the room up in such a way that will be familiar to everyone, which is why should Wonderland's remaining Thedosians drop by, they'll step into what appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a trashy tavern with a long wooden bench in the center, the kind you'd find in any backwater Ferelden village. It even smells like Ferelden--old straw, sour beer, and dog.
Garlands string the walls and classic Ferelden dishes line the table. Everyone gets a Satinalia gift from Anders composed of assorted alcohol (it's not a proper party without the key ingredient, after all). Cullen gets a little something extra--a knitted scarf, because it's never too late to keep your promises.
Happy holidays, one and all.]
Closed to Robyn
[Robyn's text has an extra line attached to it.]
PS: I have something special for you. Now you HAVE to come, or you'll never find out what it is and you'll live the rest of your life in suspense.
[Anders isn't above some heavy-handed manipulation to get people to agree to a dinner date. And they're not entirely empty threats--he actually does have something for her. It sits waiting for her at her spot at the table: a leather sleeve, the kind for protecting documents.
He's been holding onto it for a while, it just never felt like... the right time. Now's as good an opportunity as any, he figures.]
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[Are Max's ears burning yet? There are a couple Fereldans plotting to give her one seriously massive headache. Or maybe just one in particular. It's Anders' specialty.
Purrlock cries at the loss of dishes to stick his feet into, but the pets needn't worry, there's plenty to go around. It'd be just plain rude to feed an ex-templar and not their loyal four-legged companions.]
You're very welcome. Getting a full belly without having to worry about fighting off monsters is a much better way to get a taste of home, instead of Wonderland yanking those memories out of our heads and letting darkspawn run amok.