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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! ]
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He pads over to the punch to fill up a glass for Nancy, watching her half out of the corner of his eye as Lily soaks up the attention before bringing it over. Lily immediately rolls to stand up and wags at him, sniffing at the glass and looking between them with a questioning doggy smile. Is punch for dogs? It should be! Maybe Nancy will share?
"The other day she made such a mess of herself she had to have a bath. She shrunk to about half the size once her fur was wet, didn't you?"
Did she? She doesn't know! She wags her tail anyway, shifting her weight between her paws as she watches them.
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No, Lily, you are not getting punch. That would totally ruin your white fur. Again.
"Next time it happens- I've got to see a picture. Yes, I do-" she's still got her attention on the dog, petting the top of her head with one hand. "I don't think I've ever seen a dog this happy."
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But he does have a picture of her covered in dirt. He digs out his phone a moment, lips twitching in amusement a moment as he cycles through. Finally he stops with a smirk, flips his phone around to hold out to Nancy. Lily doesn't seem particularly ashamed of the mess she got herself into, but that's because she was having a lot of fun at the time.
"Her fur does keep dirt off pretty well most of the time, but not when she gets directly into it."
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"Good lord- oh that must have been a nightmare to clean! See, this is why I like having a self-sustaining pet." Juliet was the best. She took care of cleaning herself.
"This punch is amazing, by the way. Watch yourself, or I'll wind up drinking it all."
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She deserves food, though! She is a good dog! Who could say no to such a sweet face?
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"Definitely- especially if there's cake involved! But don't worry- Lily won't get anything off of my plate." She looks down at the dog. "Sorry, Lil."
"So how has the party been so far?"
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"Good! It's a good day for it, too! I was worried it might rain but it looks like we're safe, which is a good thing too -- I'm not sure we'd fit everyone inside my flat."
It's a little too small for that. The patio and garden are helping with overflow.
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"It's a lovely flat," she tells him, having walked through it to get here. "But you'd be surprised how many people can fit in a space during a party. I think we'd have managed."
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He jerks an eyebrow playfully, pocketing his phone so he can reach out to rest a hand on the top of Lily's head. She shoots him a guilty sort of look, stops bouncing and opts to sit and stare at Nancy instead.
"I hope it wasn't too long a journey for you," he adds, because he actually has no idea where Nancy lives. He'd assumed not too far just because he ran into her, but she might work several areas for all he knows. Richmond and the river areas are probably good to work for people with money, he supposes.
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She notices the way Lily looks at her, and she turns her attention back to the pretty puppy.
"No, it was fine," she said, having come from Enfield. "The tube doesn't bother me."