Open New Year's Party!

[Sayana]

Party Rules : Since this thread might involve a lot of PCs I want to detail some rules for this thread: 1) This thread is open to all PCs who can read Common (and would have read Sayana’s invitation on the bulletin board). Preferably Sayana’s friends of course. 2) The thread will NOT have a post order. Since there may be a lot of PCs, a post order would bog things down and it would take forever to get through it. However, try to keep things orderly, give people at least some time to reply, and don’t post two (or more) replies in a row. Not everyone may be as fast at replying as you are. 3) To avoid posting twice in a row, please refresh the thread before you post. It’s possible someone may have made a reply while you were writing yours. 4) If you are currently in a thread with Sayana but are not sure how things will result, feel free to have you PC arrive later during the party (so that by then the other thread will be done or more conclusive so you know the relationship a bit better). However, remember to make your first post before March 1st. 5) Feel free to crash the party or be a squire on patrol / law enforcement to make sure things don’t get out of hand. However, it is Sayana’s house and both could have consequences. 6) If you break anything, Sayana will expect you to replace it. 7) If your PC eats all the food or drinks all the booze, she will be mighty pissed off. 8 ) I’ll have a mass PM going to keep things organized. 9) If the thread gets to 5 pages, I’m making a continuation thread. 10) Lastly, have fun and respect your fellow writers =) Background Information : All essential background information is included in the first post. However, you can find supplementary information below: 1) Layout /description of Sayana’s house (and household possessions). Link 2) Notes regarding how Sayana acquired her furniture, household possessions and how she did the interior decoration. This also includes how the signs were written and put up, and what food / drink she bought for the party. Link 3) Short roleplay on how the food was made. Link Continuation Threads : This is Part 1 of 3. The continuation threads are as follows: Part 2, Part 3. Winter 92, 514 AV – Late Afternoon / Early Evening Sayana's Apartment in the Maiden District Should someone have come across the crudely written sign on the main bulletin board of Syliras, they would consequently be directed to the Maiden District of the city. But even if they were to know the winding hallways of the maze within the fortress it would be impossible to find the apartment in question without spending an excessive amount of time… half of it being lost. And thus, there was a small sign posted at each of the two main entrances to the district and several more within the twisting hallways. They weren’t very big, only about four by six inches, but they were large enough for the word “PARTEE” and an arrow underneath pointing in the direction of Sayana’s apartment. Some were nailed to the rare wooden beam or column, but most were carefully hung off the iron mounts for the torches that lined the hallways. Twist left, right, straight, around the corner… Finally one would reach a straight section and in the middle was a door that was wide open with the smells of cooking coming from it. Inside a bright array of colours nearly blinded the viewer in contrast to the dark grey walls of the twisting hallways. Hung about the apartment were large colourful pieces of fabric, draped in elegant waves over the walls and ceiling. Several pieces of furniture gave the place a homey feel. There were two couches and a table near the front, a second table surrounded by chairs near the hearth, a simple bunk, and a couple of cupboards and shelves placed against the walls. In the far left corner, the hearth brought light and warmth to the small apartment, and at the opposite corner there was a massive six foot candle that lit the room substantially. From the hearth came the distinctive smells of food cooking. Some fish fillets were well on their way and there was a ham getting started too. On the table by the hearth there were a couple of plates filled with slices of bread topped with melted cheese and dill. Various plates, dishes, cups and cutlery could be found in the cupboards and shelves. There was a small two gallon barrel of ale on the table by the couches, a pitcher of wine next to it and a bottle of fine wine tucked away on one of the shelves. As for the Eypharian running the show? She could hardly sit still. Most of the cooking preparations were well on their way and she was washing up some of the used dishes but her eyes were constantly darting towards the door. Would people come? Surely Garland and Aren would. At least they knew where her home was even if her signs didn’t work. But of course Orin had managed to find his way here. She wondered if Autumn might make it and play some music. Sayana hadn’t seen the Zeltivan musician for quite some time but really hoped that she had seen the sign. She bounced on her toes with impatience. Should she go out looking for her friends? Problem was, she didn’t know where half, or any of them lived really. She’d have to remedy that in future. And if she left to go looking, but then they showed up… That would be a mess. To try to calm her anxiety she pulled out some of her cups and tankards and arranged them on the table near the couches. Petch it. She poured herself a cup of wine and took a long sip before returning to the kitchen area. Orin had been a fabulous help with the food and she hoped he’d stay, but if he had to leave then she’d probably manage without him. Apartment Layout :

[Phaylix Whitevine]

[OOC: I'll gladly take 2nd post!]

Phaylix stands in front of the apartment door, handing hovering over the wood in a knocking position. Should he? He didn't know this Sayana character, whoever she was, and he was still trying to live down the recent Assassination of Gyor. It was a party, though. He couldn't turn down free food...

So, mustering up enough courage, Phaylix knocks twice, very rapidly. As he awaits the answer, he fixes his cloak over himself so the only thing anyone could see was his head, the calves if his pants and his free-running boots. He didn't exactly have the nicest of dress clothes; he'd left them in Avanthal in his family's haste to leave. First impressions were the best, so he made sure to grease his hair up with eggs, which had long since dried, and had freshened his breath with sprigs of mint plucked from the outskirts of Syliras.

No answer yet. As he waits, he ponders on the subject of him even going down here. He needed friends in Syliras. That was expected. Free food and drink? That was also good. But the real reason he was down here was to have some fun. All he'd been doing for the past two or so weeks has been traveling and Contracts. It was boring, all business, no real enjoyment. There was the encounter he'd had with Mr. Baelin some days prior, and who knows? He may see Barlin here. But, that wasn't enough. He craved companionship, something really fun and risky. And, judging by the public way this Sayana had advertised her shin-dig, there would be some adventure here.

Sighing, Phaylix knocks once more. "Hello? I'm... uh, I'm here for the party."

Phaylix sighs as he waits for the door to open, for him to be invited in with open arms and enthusiasm. Would he make a good first impression? Would he even enjoy himself?

Only the night would tell.

[Sayana]

Sayana turned suddenly at the noise from the door. Aha! Someone else had arrived and had successfully made it to her apartment. Practically skipping over to the entrance she jubilantly said, “It’s open! Welcome welcome!” Her six arms gestured widely in excitement as she approached the newcomer. He was tall with dark dark blue eyes, short brown hair slicked back and a large cloak covering him. He didn’t quite look familiar but she was happy to have the company. “Yes, this is where the party is. And you’re one of the first to arrive. I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Sayana.” The Eypharian held out her mid right hand to offer a handshake and then looked about her apartment. “If you want you could toss you cloak on my bed. I don’t think anyone will be using it tonight. It’s not going to be that kind of party.” She gave a laugh and gestured to her bed in one corner. “Make yourself at home. There’s ale, wine, some food. Cups are in the cupboard. I’m going to add another log to the fire.” She went to the back corner where the hearth was and grabbed a couple pieces of chopped wood to carefully place into the flames. It looked like the ham was doing alright. It wasn’t especially big but she hoped it would be enough along with the other food. She just had to make sure the fire didn’t get too hot and accidentally burn it. When she was finished she returned to the newcomer. “So was it my sign that you saw?” Sayana asked curiously wondering whether people had actually read the sign or if this man was a friend of a friend. “And are you a squire, or a shopkeeper, or an entertainer?” If he secretly had some musical talent she would be simply thrilled. OOC : Hey Phaylix, just a gentle reminder to play at your skill level here. I recall seeing a couple of your threads with overly powered stunts being pulled and I just don’t want other roleplayers to be scared away from writing in this thread. Thanks.

[Jeremy Casing]

oocHope you don't mind me jumping in!

Jeremy didn't like parties. He didn't particularly like people, such as they were. But that small, niggling, inherently Kelvic part him ocassional sought out the contact of men and women over animals and plants. He had seen the crudely written sign on the bulletin board several days ago. Jeremy usually checked the board whenever he entered the city, mainly out of nosiness but also to keep an eye out for any signs relating to lost or abandoned animals. There were very rarely any new announcements, so when the invitation to this party had appeared, it was really quite noticeable because of it's newness.

What if it's a scam? A prank?

These paranoid thoughts rattled around the Kelvic's mind, and he could not silence them. In truth, if it were a scam, he would be helpless. If it were a prank, the best he could do was to pretend he had been in on it the whole time and make sure to never show his face in public again.

He didn't even drink. Jeremy had only tried wine once, and vodka twice. He disliked how the stuff dulled his senses and made his eyes feel dry. Though Jeremy did not like to admit it, he was becoming more and more aware that he really was quite the bore. It wasn't that he didn't like having fun; more that he struggled to keep up with conversation, to keep thinking of things to say. He couldn't just break away from communication like he could with Nura, and so the Phylonurist found himself panicking whenever he couldn't think of a new topic to discuss. This was even worse when meeting new people and engaging in chitchat. He could handle a conversation about a specific topic, so long as the conversation died when the topic or event had been completely covered.

"I'm hardly the ideal party guest." He muttered miserably as he walked, well aware of how lost he was. I'll only walk for five more chimes, and if I'm not there by then, I'll turn around..

This new promise set the Kelvic up with a new optimistic energy. He was hopeful that the inevitable would happen and he would indeed get lost and end up returning to his home at the Mithryn Outpost. In fact, if he narrowed the window to three chimes, he would be home before dark...

With a slow horror, Jeremy realised he had arrived at his destination. He stood outside the home stiffly, half of his mind urging himself to flee and the other half insisting that heshould knock on the door and socialise. In the end, it was the latter than won, and so he approached the building and bumped his fist upon the door. When it opened - assuming that he hadn't fallen for an evil prank - Jeremy would extend his hand formally to the host and introduce himself with a polite, "Hello, I am Jeremy."

[Sayana]

Sayana was momentarily distracted as another knock came from the door. “It’s open, it’s open!” She called and briefly wondered if the visitor had mistakenly knocked on one of her neighbor’s doors. “Sorry, let me get that,” the Eypharian said as she excused herself from the company of the first man. As she approached the doorway a rather tall man stood at the entrance. His pale skin contrasted from her own and he had piercing yellow eyes. She was almost a little startled by his appearance but in moments a warm smile spread across her face. "Hello, I am Jeremy." The young man said before extending his hand. Sayana gave a nod and shook his hand with her mid right. “Hello Jeremy, I’m Sayana. I don’t think we’ve met.” She gestured into her apartment with her three left hands. “Welcome to my home. There will be lots of food and drink, and lots of good company too, I hope.” She happily steered Jeremy into the large room with two of her right hands on his back. “You can sit, you can dump your things on my bed…” She continued as she gestured to the couches and her bunk in the corner. “Oh, unless you’d like something to eat or drink. I have wine and I have ale. But you can’t have the good wine till the new year.” She said with a wink and went off to retrieve a tankard for him. “Big or little?” She asked holding up a tankard and then a cup. The Eypharian was rather enjoying things so far even though all her visitors had been strangers. Part of her was a bit anxious as to whether any of her friends would show up, but even if they didn’t she still hoped it would make for a good party. And to be quite frank, she enjoyed being in the center of attention.

[April Windweaver]

There were only ever two things that were proven to motive April. Food, and parties. So when the young Svefra found a post advertising both, it took everything in her power not to immediately tear through the streets.

Now, today had proven to be quite nice by April's standards. It was nearing the end of Winter, and Spring was quickly following on its heels. Throughout the day she could feel the warm breeze slipping past the chill and the suns rays were ever so patiently waiting for the clouds to pass. There was an air of... impending events. That was the best way she could put it. It was like a row of runners kneeling down with legs tensed and toes curled, readying themselves for a big start. All they were waiting for was the signal to go.

April was looking forward for the change. It meant she didn't have to spend all day lugging around fish. Oh to be on the sea again... her heart yearned for it dearly. But she had to put those thoughts aside. For as much as she wanted to head to the party, she'd not be making a good impression for herself by going with sweat-stained clothes. A quick splash of water on her face and a change of clothes would do the trick. She doubted this was anything too fancy - it was in an apartment after all - so she wouldn't have to worry about dressing up too much.

Her stop by the boat was quick yet productive. After reapplying the streaks of blue and red in her hair April threw on a fresh pair of pantaloons, a belt, and a plain cloth shirt. It wasn't anything to marvel at, but April had an aura of danger that could never be enhanced or diminished. She looked like a young deck swabbie, to be honest. Most of her clothes were in need of repair; seams opened, cloth ripped and ragged, threads hanging off loose ends and faded colors. But hey, at least she wasn't naked.

With that out of the way, April rushed down the streets with enough speed to plausibly get airtime if she hit a ramp. Her endurance has marginally improved over the season, and she felt more invigorated as she ran. Though, her lungs were still screaming at her to stop. Course, she wasn't a very good listener. But her clumsiness had only managed to get worse, it seems.

She nearly barreled over a half dozen people and actually managed to spook a horse pretty bad before finally navigating the maze of buildings and arrive at the proper destination. Thankfully, her observation was likewise improving this season, and it made it quite a bit easier to pick out Sayana's place. Out of breath and now sporting a few more bruises from tumbling, April knocked on the door with the impatience of a child. Hopefully this Sayana person would turn out to be a cool gal. Garland certainly had a large amount of praise for her. Oh! Would Garland be here?! She was even giddier than she was before, bouncing up and down outside the apartment.

[Garland]

With spring fast approaching the city of peace, people seem to be full of energy even so late in the night. The streets were bustling with people, and the runners for the annual new year race was about to begin, or soon anyways, it wouldn't start until the year was officially over, when the watchtower rings twelve. Garland had pleaded to go to Sayana's party, even so far as to do extra work for the day. Catherine reluctantly agreed to let the boy go to the party.

Garland gave a large smile and ran off towards the dorms, running into the door. "Ow...." He walked in and made his way towards his room. He removed his armor and threw it in the corner. He went over and grabbed a newly cleaned and pressed jacket and trousers, he quickly threw on his clothes and looked himself over the mirror. "Looking... Okay enough for the party."

His roommate, Aventis might spend the rest of the night alone in his room, which was honestly quite sad, though Garland wouldn't force his friend to go if he didn't want to, but he might as well invite him. He quickly grabbed some paper and a pencil and quickly wrote something down.

"Av, party in the Maiden district! Follow the arrows! Your friend and roommate Garland"

With that out of the way, he ran off and towards the party. He wasn't in much of a hurry though, more like a fast walk than actual running. As he was making his way through the streets he happened a glance at a running figure that somewhat looked like a certain sverfa girl.

He hoped that she was making her way to Sayana's party, failing to see the almost volatile situation in where April gets jealous of Sayana for more than one reason. Sayana being the first girl Garland has ever kissed, fondled, and laid in the same bed with or their... size.

But Garland is an idiot and can't see the potential scene that might cause. He wasn't far behind April as she made her way through the maze of rooms in the corridor, she was following the arrows quite quickly, here's hoping she wouldn't get lost, but it would be impossible to be lost with so many arrows leading to Sayana's room.

April made her way towards Sayana's apartment. He sneaked up behind her and planted a kiss on her neck. "Hey, fancy seeing you here."

[Phaylix Whitevine]

Whoah.

The Vantha hadn't been expecting someone so... exuberant. The extra appendages hadn't been the matter; that was something to be expected in the realm of Mizahar. But someone so cheery and bright in a place so dreary.

"Umm... hello there, Miss Sayana. I'm Phaylix." He took her mid hand in his own right hand and shook vigorously. He had to admit: she had a strong grip.

He stepped inside and was greeted with a barrage of nice scents. Ale and wine and... incense, maybe? He obliged her request and threw his cloak onto her neatly made bed. It was rather nice in here, making the horrid Syliran residence look homely and party-prepared. He took the time to admire the place and pour himself a small cup of ale. It wasn't the piss colored slosh of the taverns. At that, it reminded him he still had some time to finish his community service.

Then, just as he's going to go over to Sayana and make some small talk, the door knocked once more and the Eypharian chortled that it's open in that bubbly voice of hers. A man, a rather plastic looking one, invited himself in, introducing himself as Jeremy Casing. Phaylix didn't pay much mind. He'd talk to him later; this ale was a bit too good to be tru.

He took some cheese off a dish and placed it on his awaiting tongue. It's a good, thick slice with a tang to it. A vague memory of him sneaking a piece of cheese similar to this surfaced as he chewed, smiling giddily.

Then, another came. She didn't enter, but the door was open enough for him to see. A young woman with artificial blue and red streaks in her already flamboyant hair. She was very pretty, but not as pretty as the Symenestra who'd refused to come. She didn't want to socialize with others, and she had to tidy up her apartment. Her father was coming over.

Snapping back to the moment at hand, Phaylix took a deep, satisfying gulp of ale. Just as that happened, a man, someone who looked a bit like the generic Squires seen everywhere around Syliras, came up behind her and kissed her. Passionately.

"Eugh. Gross." the Assassin whispered to himself. Public displays of affection weren't somehting you did at a party, at least, not until everyone else had arrived. But that mattered not. They were party-goers, one Phyalix would get to know well. He needed friends.

So, he'd make some.

He went over to Sayana, the six-armed hostess, and smiled ear to ear.

"So, this is a nice party. Who else is coming? Or do you not know? And, to answer your question, Miss, I'm not a caterer of any kind. But, I am pretty good at storytelling." He kept up his smile, drinking lazily from his cup. He could tell a mean story; it was in his blood. But, what kind of story was there to tell...?

[Claudia Blackwood]

A party. That was what her eyes zeroed in, when she saw the note. Well, party was spelled wrong, but it mattered not, the writer had obviously meant party anyway. Claudia loved parties. It meant getting to meet new people, and there was also a high possibility of making new friends. How exciting!

The more friends she had, the better. She had came across the invitation while looking through the plethora of notices posted on the bulletin board earlier on in the day. She usually looked at the board, when she was in the area, either carrying out her errands or when she just happened to be in the area. Claudia had been thinking to make the trips more a regular thing, and these were as good time as any to start.

Grabbing a sheet of paper in her hand, it was the very one that she had used to note down the details of the event. It stated that party was located in an apartment in the Maiden district. Armed with the whereabouts of the party, Claudia left home and started to head towards the Maiden district of the city. Parties usually meant an abundance of food and drink as well. She wondered what kind of delectable spread the host would be providing at this party. Ale should be a no-brainer, and that she was pleased about. Although she may not look like it, she was a great drinker, and always loved a great tankard of ale anytime. Oh and if wine were available, all the better.

She was expecting to have a really difficult time finding the place, which she guessed included getting lost several times, but it looked like this wasn't that kind of day. The host of the party had so graciously posted up signs stating loudly "PARTEE" with a set of most helpful directional arrows directing guests to the party's location. The chances of them being missed were slim, unless one was blind, or just terribly bad at following directions.

Following the signs, walking through a mess of winding corridors and hallways, Claudia finally arrived at the entrance of the apartment. She could already smell the mouth-watering aroma of roasting meat, among other aromatic scents that lingered in the air. The scents fought for control of her senses, but she took control, moving to give a series of knocks on the door. A couple of guests must have already arrived, as she could hear some chatter coming from inside the apartment. As the host arrived to greet her, she would then introduce herself, saying "Hi, I'm Claudia, I'm here to join in the PARTEE!"

[Orin Fenix]

Orin Fenix Food Equals Love Orin had awkwardly been in Sayana’s apartment as they waited for the first of the guests to arrive. He hadn’t had anything to say to the charming and admittedly pretty woman. Especially since the few times he had opened his mouth on a non-food related subject he had ended up looking foolish. So, he was staying silent and keeping a watchful eye on the ham. Sayana had presumably spent the time since they finished with the last of the major food preparations tidying up and getting ready for the guests to arrive. Orin pointedly had been not watching her. He wouldn’t want a stranger infringing on his privacy so Orin would try and at least be polite. If they weren’t chatting Orin could at least give her some space. It wasn’t like they were friends. Although, considering they worked in the same place and now had been properly introduced, maybe that would change. Orin still didn’t really know anyone in Syliras and it might be nice to have someone to talk to every once and a while. Although he still couldn’t actually imagine her stooping to talk to someone like him. Orin took another few spoonfuls of the grease from the bottom of the pan and dumped it over the top of the ham. He been told by someone that it helped with the flavor and he was eager to try it. He’d been doing it every half-bell or so. He wasn’t usually allowed to touch the meats since they were apparently too expensive and precious so this was a rare opportunity for him. When Sayana added some logs to the fire, Orin dared a quick smile at her, and rearranged them so they wouldn’t fall onto the pan sitting atop a bed of coals on the left of the hearth. The ham definitely wouldn’t be improved by kindling on it. Soon, the party began to fill up and Orin started feeling a bit claustrophobic. The first to arrive was a tall man, taller than Orin himself, with dark hair. Orin couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, since they seemed to change as they caught the light. Sayan graciously welcomed him. Yet another tall fellow followed the first man, although this one was tall and lanky, with sharp looking features. Orin almost didn’t notice the blue eyes and the tan skin of the girl who came in, since her hair and her dress was so flamboyant. Orin was even more startled when he saw Garland, the first person he recognized, come behind her and kiss the back of her neck. Orin would’ve potentially gone over to him but didn’t want to bother the squire if he was with someone. Finally, Orin could see a beautiful girl with striking green eyes standing outside the open door, apparently waiting for someone. Orin hadn’t been around this many people in quite a long time and it sent a thrill of anxiety down his spine. However, he’d promised to stay and work and he didn’t want to jeopardize a potential friendship because he was shy and afraid of parties. So he’d grit his teeth and make small talk if anyone came up to him. Seeing the first people arrive, Orin sighed, resigned to the night. Maybe he would actually enjoy himself but it wasn’t likely. And he was getting paid, so he could always beg off of a conversation because of work and return to the hearth and the food. Actually, seeing Sayana gesturing people towards the food and the drink, Orin figured that maybe he should actually make a job of it. After all, Sayana had been incredibly generous in her payment and the least he could do was help her out. It didn’t seem fair that she was hosting this party all by herself. And if he was working, maybe people would be less likely to approach him. Moving to the table where the food was laid out, Orin began laying out cups. He took a few over to the wine and the ale, and filled them, figuring people could grab their food and drink at the same place. He arranged the dishes of melted bread and cheese, some with dill and some without, plain brain and cheese, and fish fillets until he was satisfied people had easy access to them. He wondered idly if he should find a bucket or a bowl and heat up some wine, but he didn’t want to bother Sayana by asking. And since she didn’t have the spices he would’ve wanted to add to give the wine some kick, it didn’t matter as much. If people wanted hot wine they could always heat it up themselves. Orin wouldn’t be drinking himself, but he knew many people enjoyed a few drinks in their time off. He hoped the party wouldn’t get too rowdy though. Rocking back on his heels, Orin waited, not willing to dive into the crowd.