ext_54865 ([identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-04-30 10:00 pm

Toga Party

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

[identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com 2005-05-01 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Which leaves the ballerina open for tickling!

"Or just wrote them wrong. So, find the right sort of people who will write them right, and we tell them!"
balletrat: (smirkmeg)

[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-01 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
*Meg squeaks some more and sneaks a hand over to retaliate.*

Well, we do have some composers in here -

[identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com 2005-05-01 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Yrael. He'd do a better job and I could tell him what really happened."

Svava squeaks, and retaliates!
balletrat: (smirkmeg)

[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-01 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
*Meg withdraws, tactically, a few steps.*

Well, yes, but he couldn't get it published in my world -

*pouncetackletickle -*

could he? *she adds, rather breathlessly.*

[identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com 2005-05-01 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Laughing, Svava falls back to the floor, and reaches to keep tickling Meg.

"He knows how to write in engish! So we could take it there, and find someone to make it into a show!"
balletrat: (smirkmeg)

[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-01 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
*Meg rolls over and away, poking Svava in one particularly ticklish spot in her side.*

It'd be hard - to get producers to back a not'cat -

[identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com 2005-05-01 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't have to say-" Giggling, and sitting up to reach and keep ticking back-

"That he's sometimes a cat but not really."
balletrat: (smirkmeg)

[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-01 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
He probably would anyways -

*Meg squeaks and dives for the soles of Svava's feet, to try tickling there -*

just to be perverse, you know -

[identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com 2005-05-01 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Who, Yrael? Or whoever puts on opera shows?"

A shriek, and Svava scrambles back to get her feet out of the way.
balletrat: (smirkmeg)

[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-01 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
*Meg pursues the feet!*

Yrael, of course - turn into a cat, I mean.

[identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com 2005-05-01 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
"People don't turn into cats in your world?"

Svava flails.
balletrat: (smirkmeg)

[personal profile] balletrat 2005-05-01 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
*Meg has found her weak spot! She presses her advantage.*

Nope - not so far as I know.

[identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com 2005-05-01 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Svava might have answered, but she's flailing and laughing.