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[howling_laugh]

Coyote comes into the bar with a small stack of envelopes in hand.  She hums cheerfully to herself, flipping through them before dropping them off with a fond pat to Bar's surface. She's out just as fast, shutting the door firmly behind her.

They are addressed to:
Raguel, Puck, Havelock, Mary Anne Bell, Mal Reynolds, Lilly Goodfellow-Kane, Alanna of Trebond, Merriman Lyon, Ray Stantz, River Tam, Kali, Castiel, Nita Callahan, Artemis, Ingress of the House of Arch, Kaylee Frye, Epimetheus, Lan Mandragoran, and 'Loki'

You are cordially invited to:

Raven's Housewarming Party
(presented by Coyote, Moiraine Sedai and Ace Witherspoon)

Taking place on the evening of October 31
Halloween / Samhain / El Día de Las Brujas
First quarter of the waxing moon

All invitees are welcome to include a guest. Vanilla mortals attend at their own risk.
The Management is not responsible for possession, charms, miracles, curses, or other acts of god(s).


No RSVP required. Contact Coyote with any questions.

Coyote reserves the right to make fun of any stupid questions.

Each envelope also contains a tiny metal feather: for safe passage from and safe return to the bar.



[OOC: Coyote is not in for tags! But feel free to use this thread to pick up invitations, or leave questions for her, stupid or not. Also, if you got an invite, please head on over to this backroom post!]

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Where has Puck been?

And where is he going?

And why are there feathers sticking out of his hair?



Look, we don't claim to have answers. All we have is one suddenly delighted fairy who has just come into a lovely invitation. He reads it over carefully, sets it down on the Bar, hops up onto the Bar, and begins earnestly to pen a number of lines on a bit of parchment.

They all have spidery question marks at the ends.

[forewarned_is]

Nearby, at the bar, there's a goddess looking at an identical invitation. Her expression holds an uneasy blend of intrigue and annoyance.

Well. This could be interesting.

What are they up to?

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

After a moment, Puck happens to glance up from his scribbling.

He smiles.

"Ah. Have we a friend or three in common, lady?"

[forewarned_is]

She glances up, and smiles back. "Perhaps. Acquaintance, at least."

Peer might be a better word than that, even.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it would, at that.

"Shall you attend?"

[forewarned_is]

She eyes the invitation again, tapping her fingertips on the paper.

It sounds like quite a few of the guests will be other gods. And that could be interesting indeed.

"I do think I might. And you?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"I assuredly shall, an if I've another to make an escort."

Havelock totally cannot stay in sharpening knives on Samhain. Not when there's a party.

[herald-to-be.livejournal.com]

Ingress hasn't been to Milliways in ages. She lives in Haven now, an official student of the Herald Collegium.

But she's here tonight - taller, thinner, and looking all of her twelve years in her gray uniform.

"Hi, Puck," she says, with a wave.

Her smile hasn't changed.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Ingress!"

Puck beams.

"Why, you must cease this sprouting, dearest lady weed. You shall have outstripp'd me when I see thee next."

[herald-to-be.livejournal.com]

"I should hope so. I plan to be quite tall!"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He laughs.

"Do such plans come often to their full fruition?"

[herald-to-be.livejournal.com]

"They'd better."

She has no doubt. It has to be so!

"How are you? It's been ever so long."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"That it has," Puck agrees, starting to smile an I've got a secret smile.

"I have been some time with Havelock, in his land."

Well.

It's not his yet.

[changeinasnap]

Well, shit.

Is there a way to decline the invite gracefully? Skip town? Come down with a convenient case of rabies? THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING DAMMIT.

Aaaaaand at the same time: he's pretty sure there isn't. Not if Coyote and Raven are involved. (Well played, tricksters. Well played.)

Oh, well. At least there'll probably be booze and cookies. Grumbling, he stuffs the invite in his pocket and flickers out of the bar.

[taishar_malkier]

...Really.

Lan is not going to be asking Coyote any questions. Let alone Ace.

Moiraine Sedai, however, is going to get a note shortly. It won't contain any questions, technically; it will be brief and factual, and any questions like WTF is this, and do you want me to come? will be purely between the lines. In (metaphorical) tiny text.

Communicating in nuance and silent understanding is old, old habit, and often a very useful one.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly has not been around for a while. Things have clearly changed. And not just with the kids.

Dear Coyote, Moiraine, and Ace,
I can't believe you all got together while I was gone and before I got to marry any of you! Bitches. Oh well, I'm still totally happy for you and I will totally come to Raven's party. I'll even help with the waxing, and you know that generally I just get Tom Riddle drunk and make him "expellinairus" my legs. And stuff.

Anyway, can't wait to see you! I'll bring snacks! And a date!

love,
Lilly

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck, meanwhile, has come up with a lengthy list of useful questions.

What of a mortal tasting of strawberry? Friendship?

Must I bide the entire quarter of the moon?

How is a raven belike unto a writing desk?

He sniggers pleasantly in the midst of these and glances up for a moment's thought.



His eyes widen.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's surveying the bar. God, it's been a long time. She turns. Her eyes widen.

Music doesn't play. The bar isn't replaced with a flowering meadow. Lilly is not suddenly wearing something soft and floaty and virginal. She doesn't start running slow-motion into Puck's arms as he bounds towards her.

But that's cool, because if any of that had happened, they'd only get halfway across the meadow before being shot down with tranquilizer darts and carted off for treatment by Havelock, who is equally suspicious of meadows, sentiment and the adjective virginal being applied to an adult Goodfellow-Kane.

"... Puck?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

While all of these things are busily not occurring, Puck has sprinted past eye-widening and straight into staring.

He appears much closer to her, the scroll and quill clutched in one hand.


"Ay, me," he says, with an owlish blink.

(He may also sniff the air. This should not be taken as an insult.)

"You are no vision, all compos'd of airy smoke. Are you then my lady wife?"

[awesome_lilly]

Aw, he called her a lady. The magic is still there! In fact, it's right in front of her, sniffing her hair.

"Of course I'm not made of smoke," Lilly says, even though as an undead Milliwaysian not overburdened with existential curiosity, for all she knew she could be made of air or smoke or tiny undead particles.*

"You can tell, because I'm going to make you hug me and then I'm going to hit you with something for landing me with the kids for so long and then I'm going to make you buy me a really, really, expensive drink and tell me all the gossip."


* aka, zombietrons

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's expression splits into the brightest grin you've ever seen.

And-- whether he has been secretly somehow made to is a matter for debate-- he does throw his arms around Lilly and give her an enormous hug.

"Gossip you may have, enough to shame a row of pretty maids," he laughs, "and I shall even welcome a blow, though you must not do it when I've a drink in hand. Come come, what will you?"

[awesome_lilly]

"I will have something that tastes like being back here," Lilly says. She pauses. "In a good way! Not in the 'interrupted mid-climactic life moment' way. Something sparkly!"

She's being vague on purpose. If Puck has to figure out a drink, odds are they'll get to the alcohol before she has to explain to him why they are now patrons of the "Maxie <3s Kids" Anti-SORAS Foundation, and where the children are.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock doesn't really drop by all that open to collect mail, being busy working in noticeably quiet and modest a way as possible at the Palace, and avoiding assassination contracts at the Guild. This is usually fine, since he doesn't get all that much in the way of post.

So he's mildly surprised by the invitation that appears along with his coffee, but smiles faintly - and a little ruefully at Vanilla mortals attend at their own risk.

Isn't that always the way?

Still, it hasn't exactly stopped him yet.

[gone_byebye]

It's been a while since Ray's had the opportunity to visit the Bar, but today's one of the good days, so why not.

"Oooh. This could be interesting..."

[the_lioness]

Alanna smiles when she receives her invitation.

Most people at home wouldn't call it an especially reassuring smile, but that's because she's far more likely to scowl at people; thus, they have little experience judging whether or not her smiles indicate happiness or trouble.

In this case, the answer is probably both.

And if the next time Jon summons her to court she answers "I reserve the right to make fun of any stupid questions," well... he probably has no one to blame but himself.