the zombies were having fun, the party had just begun

[tenimuho]

[Early on Thursday, everyone (not including Blaze, but including Price) receives a handwritten invitation slipped under their door.]

COSTUME PARTY + STORYTELLING
Today in the mess hall, 5:00 PM-whenever everyone gets tired
Please join us for costume judging and the chance to win a prize.
Refreshments will be provided.

[At the appointed time in the mess hall, there are some refreshments made by Noctis, Cheryl, and Oda - Oda's share includes curry, naturally, but also sandwiches and other light fare, and some chocolate chip cookies that have come out lumpy but edible. He's also put up some orange and black streamers in an attempt at party decorating.

One of the tables has a bunch of benefactor regains on it - that's definitely the prizes. Win a brand new car! Or a heckton of chocolate!

Storytelling will be later in the evening. Win prizes for that too, it's not like Oda can use most of his stuff. And maybe it'll keep people's minds off tomorrow, for a little while.]

Comments

[neverheardofhim]

[After the week he'd had, Varric wasn't exactly in a partying mood. However, he'd missed earlier functions and thought it wise to not make a habit of it. Lucky for everyone, he came in costume, showing off the form the maker had blessed him with.

He came armed with both his books and a story a few extra stories. On short notice, he didn't have time to come up with anything new, so he'd opted to draw from history. Lucky for him, Thedas was lush with bone-chilling stories.

For a while, Varric sat off to the side, observing and writing as he so often did. Where once the dwarf had only a single paper for each individual, some might find that their names held a great many notes. Perhaps Varric might share some of these stories as well?

Whether he was approached or not, Varric eventually would make his way to the refreshments table, plating some of the curry, a sandwich, and making a face at the lack of booze.

Of course, even though he kept to himself, the dwarf kept his posture light and his face bright. He was still doing his best to exude openness, in hopes that someone might turn to him rather than making a deadly mistake. He wouldn't turn anyone away.]

[nightcure]

[ ... wow. That was a sight, to be sure. Noctis settled down next to him and offered to him a glass of punch. It even had lemons and limes floating in it. ]

Having an alright time?

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric sniffed the drink, making a face when he didn't smell the sharpness of alcohol.]

Would have a better time, if I had something good to drink. [Still, he sipped at the punch, if only to come off as grateful. It wasn't Noctis' fault, after all.] How about you?