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

[assassino]

Well, then, I will be more cautious next time.

[hellofist]

You're missing the point.

[assassino]

[A shrug.]

I do not feel I have.

[hellofist]

[She's pretty sure this is a difference of cultures thing, so she's slightly more willing to explain than just deck him and leave.]

You embarrassed me. Treated me like... I'm not worth respecting, in front of someone important to me. You need to apologize.

[assassino]

[A frown. Oh.]

Well, that was not my intent. I have never met that man, so how was I to know he was important?

[But ah, well. Ezio breezes right on, reaching for her as if he can smooth if over with a hug.]

I'm sorry, bambina. I did not mean to.

[hellofist]

[She doesn't push him away, but her jaw is still tight. It shouldn't matter if he knew or not, but he means it when he apologizes. She understands the differences of their times, it's hard not to let it go at least a little when his body language reminds her, just the slightest bit, of a puppy that's been scolded.]

You won't do it again. Should consider... apologizing to Joel, another day.

[She wouldn't bet that he'd actually do it, but it's at least something he should hear.]

[assassino]

I will consider it.

[He puts his arms around her, as if he could melt her anger just by being affectionate. He's incorrigible.]

[hellofist]

[She thumps him on the chest, but not too terribly hard.]

I mean it, Ezio. If you act like this, like I'm... something to grab at, people will think that. Won't stand for it.

[assassino]

Bambina, people who believe you are something to paw at clearly do not have respect for you in the first place.

[hellofist]

You doing it... doesn't help anything.

[Finally, though, she sighs and relents. She's done as much as she can with him drunk, the rest of this will wait.]

It's a nice party, though. Had any food, to go with... all that alcohol?

[assassino]

[A mildly apologetic look, and a shrug.]

I had some.

[hellofist]

[She pats his chest now instead of smacking him around anymore, a silent acknowledgement of that look. At least he's trying.]

Let's have more. Enjoy the party some, together.

[assassino]

[That feels nicer :')]

I would be delighted to.

[hellofist]

[Be good and you get the nice things, Ezio.

And she nods, drawing away from him enough to slip her hand into his and start to lead him towards the tables of food.]