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 Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 2:28 pm
[This RP is set in C'tis is Weyr, and is theoretically an invitation only party/piss up. Feel free to have a character try to crash the party if you want to, but there is no guarantee of welcome!
Invited characters: Taavi, Vit, Rochelle.]
C'tis didn't have many breakable possessions, but the few he did own he moved out of his public living area/office into his sleeping area. His desk with its private papers followed, screeching ear-splittingly across the floor, and with that done he closed the door the adjoined the two areas and locked it. It wasn't that he didn't trust his few friends and their friends, it was just that he thought they were sneaky sods quite capable of plotting a prank on him.
His bottles of drink and a few glasses were already set out on the sideboard along with a selection of tasty food that one could eat with one's hands (C'tis was too damn manly to even think the phrase 'finger food') and his guests would be bringing additional drinks too. They had bloody well better be in any case.
More or less satisfied with things C'tis kicked his chaise into a kind of sociable semi circle with the four chairs he had already set out (one was less comfortable than the rest and belonged to his safely hidden desk) before heading over to the sideboard to pour himself a glass of wine. It had been a shaffing b***h of a day, and he felt entitled to a head start on the drinking. As he sipped Fang promptly appeared on his shoulder and demanded a taste, a demand that C'tis indulged with a little smile for his scarred murder-pet. Alcohol was the only food-related item that the blue flitt would accept as an offering without flaming you in the face for insulting his... flitthood, or whatever it ought to be called.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:54 am
In the back of Taavi's mind, Gus' annoyance was set to a permanently low simmer. The wher could go on being angry for days without actually boiling over. It just meant murder for whatever poor animal he was going to eat next (well, it always did anyway). The point was, Taavi was not going to let a grumpy Gus keep him from going to a party. Perhaps the wherhandler's priorities were a bit skewed but, goddamnit, after a Hatching like that, all he really wanted to do was have some fun. Drink, eat, and be merry and all that stuff.
Hell if he knew how he'd get any of that done with C'tis around, but, Faranth scorch it, Taavi was going to be social at the Bluerider.
“I like what you've done with the place,” he said from the doorway. “Very... chair.”
Well, no. This was what it looked like when a rather non-social man tried to be social and had to scrounge to find chairs. Possibly C'tis had never imagined that he'd be in a situation where he had to entertain more than one other person at a time.
Oh, and a wher. Gus loomed behind Taavi, eyes fixed on Fang.
“And I see you've got a mini-Gus!” No, you can't eat him, Taavi said. Over the past turn, he had become quite adept at handling two conversations at once. Since one was generally telling Gus 'no', it was pretty easy.
The annoyance boiled into a sort of mild whine.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 11:50 am
What a charming greeting, and from just the person he had been wanting to corner. He might have a lot else on his mind at the moment but that didn't mean he hadn't noticed how the former prisoner and Vit had been acting around one another. "His name's Fang; he'll try to fight or mate with absolutely anything up to and including gold dragons," C'tis explained as Fang flared his wings and hissed at Gus. In order to placate the firelizard he lifted his glass up to shoulder height so that the blue could have another sip.
Oh yes, he was playing host wasn't he? That meant he should offer the man a drink before he started grilling him. "What do you like to drink?" he asked, his face lining with a frown that could have been annoyance, confusion, or both at the phrase he had just uttered. "I've got a heavy red wine, fruity red wine, sweet white wine, or brandy." C'tis then looked down at Gus, and back up at his handler. "Does he need a drink?" As he asked the question he found himself idly wondering how much it would take to get a wher drunk, and then deciding that he didn't want to know.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 6:27 pm
The cornering would have to wait for another time, unless C'tis wanted to do some grilling with Rochelle up close and personal. With V'tyai off having a 'discussion' with J'car the room felt woefully inadequate in the terms of people. She had a Kibeth sprawled somewhere by her own bit of hovel weyr and a bottle of something the Vintner called 'apple pie moonshine'. For the sake of drowning ones sorrows (or dead hatchlings, whatever) she left it unopened for this night of not-partying.
She'd been on duty in Unstable at the time, foot soldier with her dragon in the air, and that was one chore you didn't saunter away from. Most of the Weyr went to the Hatching but Dangerous and Unstable... Those guards generally stayed put. Too touch-and-go otherwise. Nope, heard it second hand from from Malcarreth to Kibeth, along with the invitation to get absolutely twisted. Besides, she heard Taavi would be there! She liked him. He'd been an easy enough prisoner and a chill freed man.
Also, he had a nice smile. Ramoth knew she loved a good smile.
"I have brought something strong enough to burn the soul off of a certain bronzerider. Let's do this!" Rochelle frolicked in, skidding to a halt when she saw Gus and Taavi with a C'tis somewhere behind. "Hey, Taavi. I see you've brought a big ugly wher with you. And Gus too. Hey, Gus." She wriggled her fingers and hefted the glass jug with clear liquid to her shoulder.
"So. I need to hear the full story and -- shaffit, are those sitting places? We're getting fancy tonight."
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