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undergrounds2016-05-05 05:56 pm
knightscode) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-05 05:56 pm
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Semi-open: May 05
Who: Lancelot and friends!
What: It's a birthday party! With both regular people and supernatural types. What could go wrong?
When: May 05
Where: Lancelot's flat & garden, Richmond!
Warnings: Gratuitous doggy! Probably a punch up later. Possibly some drunk kissing.
Lancelot's garden is not exactly an acre-large tented paradise.
He's not made of money.
It's big enough to just about fit the people invited across the patio and grass, with Lily variously herding them and rolling around, and he's flitting between them and the kitchen and living room and generally doing his best to butterfly around all of them making sure they're happy. The garden is relatively tidy, as tidy and well kept as a garden that suffers an enthusiastic dog can be. The hedges are neatly trimmed, the tree in one corner healthy and big enough to throw a little shade, and the one flowerbed border seems to mostly have some roses that are yet to fully bloom.
For those who he's only known since the incident last year he's given them a warning: not everyone who will be there is aware of the supernatural side of things, so try not to blurt it to people you don't know.
Despite it being his own birthday Lancelot is, of course, playing host. There's a table set up outside with finger food, salads, drinks and all sorts -- and food strategically inside for those who can't be out in the sun too. He appears to still be checking on more in the oven every so often too, but Lancelot does like to cook -- and he seems quite focused on making sure everyone has something they could eat.
Some of the drinks are alcoholic. The punch isn't that strong, but he has a few other drinks along the side for people who want them and some bottles of beer in an ice bucket. If someone decides to do a little mixing of course then it might wind up stronger.
His sound system is playing the soothing strains of Dire Straits through the place and all in all, for now at least things are going smoothly. So long as nobody says the wrong thing to the wrong person, it will probably be a nice evening. With the mixture of factions present alongside those who have no idea what a faction is, of course... that may be difficult.
[ OOC: Feel free to mingle away on the post with others here! ]
What: It's a birthday party! With both regular people and supernatural types. What could go wrong?
When: May 05
Where: Lancelot's flat & garden, Richmond!
Warnings: Gratuitous doggy! Probably a punch up later. Possibly some drunk kissing.
Lancelot's garden is not exactly an acre-large tented paradise.
He's not made of money.
It's big enough to just about fit the people invited across the patio and grass, with Lily variously herding them and rolling around, and he's flitting between them and the kitchen and living room and generally doing his best to butterfly around all of them making sure they're happy. The garden is relatively tidy, as tidy and well kept as a garden that suffers an enthusiastic dog can be. The hedges are neatly trimmed, the tree in one corner healthy and big enough to throw a little shade, and the one flowerbed border seems to mostly have some roses that are yet to fully bloom.
For those who he's only known since the incident last year he's given them a warning: not everyone who will be there is aware of the supernatural side of things, so try not to blurt it to people you don't know.
Despite it being his own birthday Lancelot is, of course, playing host. There's a table set up outside with finger food, salads, drinks and all sorts -- and food strategically inside for those who can't be out in the sun too. He appears to still be checking on more in the oven every so often too, but Lancelot does like to cook -- and he seems quite focused on making sure everyone has something they could eat.
Some of the drinks are alcoholic. The punch isn't that strong, but he has a few other drinks along the side for people who want them and some bottles of beer in an ice bucket. If someone decides to do a little mixing of course then it might wind up stronger.
His sound system is playing the soothing strains of Dire Straits through the place and all in all, for now at least things are going smoothly. So long as nobody says the wrong thing to the wrong person, it will probably be a nice evening. With the mixture of factions present alongside those who have no idea what a faction is, of course... that may be difficult.
[ OOC: Feel free to mingle away on the post with others here! ]
Elizabeth || OTA
Once she gets there, she realizes this is going to be a little trickier than initially anticipated. She doesn't know the majority of these people, and while she can talk if people engage her the terrain is quite unfamiliar to her. Meaning who was supernatural, who wasn't, who didn't want to talk to anybody, who would back her into a corner and show her every picture of every strange growth they'd ever had...
Social engagements are still a little difficult for her. Which is why for the most part, she's spending her time tossing toys for Lily to fetch and making sure the punch bowl doesn't sprout legs and walk away...
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Well, that was the plan anyway.
He's stuck making awkward small talk with a stranger about how he knows Lancelot (apparently "we work together" had been a bad answer) when he spots his salvation. He quickly makes his excuses and makes a bee-line for Elizabeth, who's over by the punch bowl playing with Lily.
"Save me," he mouths to her as he walks up.
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"Oh my goodness, it's been so long since I last saw you, I was starting to wonder if you'd changed your number without saying anything!" She's oozing young and friendly enthusiasm, taking his hand and starting to walk him away from the general party area. "You need to tell me everything, over there-- where it could look like we're having a very private moment to the casual observer," she mutters under her breath. Public displays of affection made people uncomfortable-- maybe doubly so for British people.
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(Barking, she has been taught, is bad. Why, she does not know. Barking should be good! She likes to bark!)
"Am I interrupting?"
Lancelot grins as Lily vaults over to him once he walks up, reaching a hand down to ruffle her as she fusses around his feet.
"You're doing a good job of tiring her out, she'll sleep well tonight."
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"No, of course not!" she laughs, brushing her hands free of fur as Lily went to weave around in front of Lancelot.
"I thought the sheer number of people here would do that, but she seems to have found me anyway," she says with a little laugh. "Happy Birthday-- it's a beautiful party."
First birthday she's gone to, really, and she's glad it's such a nice one.
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He wrinkles his nose, ruffling at Lily's ears a moment.
"I'm glad you came, though. I wasn't sure you would. How are things?"
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Though maybe Lily pining for his attention wouldn't. Elizabeth reaches down awkwardly to pat Lily with her fingers, and she shrugs a shoulder. "I'm alright. I had to cancel a trip I'd planned and it sort of... unraveled a lot of things. But I'm getting past it.
"Obviously-- otherwise I'd be at home under a layer of blankets feeling sorry for myself instead of enjoying the day!"
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Lily turns to fuss back at Elizabeth as she pats her, too excited to decide who she wants to nose more. Everyone! Everyone should play with her! At the same time! All together!
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"I suppose it worked out, in that sense. I would have been sorry to miss your birthday."