HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[paradisamods]

All that clamor from the lion dance prancing down the halls should be enough to draw attention to the party, even without actual invitations. If not the noise, then perhaps the delicious smell wafting under every door and leading back to the ballroom.

The castle is vain, if nothing else. It has decorated the ballroom in the deepest red and brightest gold with auspicious greetings in the common language tastefully posted about the hall. May your happiness be without end, one says, while another goes May all your wishes be fulfilled. Small order, all things considered.

Round dining tables (with the turning glass part) are set up in the middle of the hall, each with about ten chairs and piles of food fit for a whole village. There are two more lion dance teams hopping about the hall and making a racket while occasionally nabbing that dumpling straight from your chopsticks. That should the least of your concerns, however, with many residents still aiming to settle their grudges before the new year.

Watch your back.

[ ooc; IC mingle log for Lunar New Year plot, feel free to make your own threads! ]

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[He would be pleased to know that.]

Then I suppose drinks are on me.

[lucre]

Proper wine or-- this?

[ Whatever this poison is. ]

[onlyanapple]

Oh, proper wine. I wouldn't want to upset your refined palette with this lighter fluid.

[lucre]

Then I shall take that chance. But what would you ask of me should everything go wrong?

[onlyanapple]

As if I would ask anything of you in that case. [He puts a hand to his chest in mock hurt.] You wound me, my lady.

[lucre]

You are not afraid, surely, of anything the holy daughter might grant you.

[onlyanapple]

Oh, I'm afraid of very few things. But if you really want to grant me something, then who am I to stand in your way?

[lucre]

Would holy water burn?

[ No reason. Just curiosity. Totally. ]

[onlyanapple]

[He visibly winces.]

Let's say I avoid it at all costs.

[Because he doesn't want to, you know, MELT.]

[lucre]

[ She giggles. ]

Does it not amuse you that those who have stayed here the longest are the demons?

[onlyanapple]

I wasn't aware that Steph was a demon. I'll have to talk to her about that.

[lucre]

She must be one in hiding, with how mischievous she can be.

[onlyanapple]

A demon in disguise, hmm?

[lucre]

You must speak to her one day.

I will ask Joshua to join this gathering as well.

[onlyanapple]

We've had a few short conversations, mostly commiserations on being here for so long.

[Ugh do you have to?] ...Yay.

[lucre]

Birds of a flock, Crowley?

[onlyanapple]

Something like that.

[lucre]

But Joshua is no demon.

[onlyanapple]

[That gets an annoyed snort.] Not in so many words.

[lucre]

How many words would it take?

[onlyanapple]

Quite a few, I'd imagine.

[lucre]

[ She leans forward, resting an arm on the table. Expectant. ]

Try it.

[onlyanapple]

[He'll smile, sitting back.]

Oh no, you shant trick me into spilling.

[lucre]

I am sure it is impossible to trick the trickster.

[onlyanapple]

Can't con a con and all that.