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[Open!] Kickback at the Fratsion
Who: Soren and anybody stopping by!
When: Early Aereuer
Where: Soren's Mansion House in the aristocratic district.
What: Bonfire and kickback!
Warnings: Excessively wholesome bro-ness.
[Don't overthink how you were invited.
Soren might have mentioned it in person, inviting his new Wilder friends back with him after the days mission to hang out. You might have just noticed the open gate and thought "why not?" Everybody sure cheered like they were expecting all the new arrivals, even if they weren't. It's not important how or why you got here, it's a party! Everybody likes a party!
The atmosphere is actually very relaxed. The night is a gloomy one, with dark clouds and thunder crackling over head, but only an occasional sprinkle of rain. Mostly, people are gathered in the yard space and on the porches lining the massive house. There's not a ton of furniture, most of the chairs set out are mismatched. The whole scene resembles just about every sparse college affair where what is around is made to work.
Nothing all that wild is going on, people seem contented to sit and chatter between themselves contentedly. Alcohol is reserved to those who brought their own mead. Many are drinking tea or hot cocoa, instead. There are some long logs with heavy blankets tossed onto them for comfort, surrounding a massive firepit.
It's a cozy affair.]
I. S'more than a good time.
[Thanks to Emil, there's a huge bonfire! Thanks to Juza, there is a huge pile of chocolate and graham crackers for s'mores set out.
Thanks to Soren, nobody can find the marshmallows because he's carrying around the entire bag worth. Seems if that particular part of the treat is desired, he'll need to be asked directly.
Or, he'll need be a half decent host and notice someone looking in need and share. He's shoving one in his mouth about the time someone catches his eye.]
Mmmm, you want one of these?
II. King of the Castle.
Marvel at my domain! The Bastion Keep! [Soren calls out from his second story porch. There's a single, tepid "woo!" from down in the yard, which gets a "yeah, this guy!!" from Soren.
He seems mighty proud of himself. Hands on his hips, he stretches back to lean on heels and sucks in the brisk night air. It's pleasant out, the chilly storm weather was perfect to have a fire burning during]
Not exactly a rager, but this is nice, right? You having a good time?
When: Early Aereuer
Where: Soren's Mansion House in the aristocratic district.
What: Bonfire and kickback!
Warnings: Excessively wholesome bro-ness.
[Don't overthink how you were invited.
Soren might have mentioned it in person, inviting his new Wilder friends back with him after the days mission to hang out. You might have just noticed the open gate and thought "why not?" Everybody sure cheered like they were expecting all the new arrivals, even if they weren't. It's not important how or why you got here, it's a party! Everybody likes a party!
The atmosphere is actually very relaxed. The night is a gloomy one, with dark clouds and thunder crackling over head, but only an occasional sprinkle of rain. Mostly, people are gathered in the yard space and on the porches lining the massive house. There's not a ton of furniture, most of the chairs set out are mismatched. The whole scene resembles just about every sparse college affair where what is around is made to work.
Nothing all that wild is going on, people seem contented to sit and chatter between themselves contentedly. Alcohol is reserved to those who brought their own mead. Many are drinking tea or hot cocoa, instead. There are some long logs with heavy blankets tossed onto them for comfort, surrounding a massive firepit.
It's a cozy affair.]
I. S'more than a good time.
[Thanks to Emil, there's a huge bonfire! Thanks to Juza, there is a huge pile of chocolate and graham crackers for s'mores set out.
Thanks to Soren, nobody can find the marshmallows because he's carrying around the entire bag worth. Seems if that particular part of the treat is desired, he'll need to be asked directly.
Or, he'll need be a half decent host and notice someone looking in need and share. He's shoving one in his mouth about the time someone catches his eye.]
Mmmm, you want one of these?
II. King of the Castle.
Marvel at my domain! The Bastion Keep! [Soren calls out from his second story porch. There's a single, tepid "woo!" from down in the yard, which gets a "yeah, this guy!!" from Soren.
He seems mighty proud of himself. Hands on his hips, he stretches back to lean on heels and sucks in the brisk night air. It's pleasant out, the chilly storm weather was perfect to have a fire burning during]
Not exactly a rager, but this is nice, right? You having a good time?
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Momo has to stick his tongue out between his sharp canines at even the implication a party he throws would be stuffy, though.] Hey, if I say I'm throwing a rager, it'll be a rager. I'm not a grandpa just yet.