milliways_bar | Twelfth Night Party, Pontmercy style!

You -- yes, you, whoever you are -- got an invitation to the party. All of Milliways is welcome!

If you choose to come, you'll find Bar directing you to a big round tent that went up this afternoon on the lawn outside the bar. Marius and Cosette and various friends spent a lot of time this morning ferrying decorations in, and the waitrats spent a lot of time in the afternoon ferrying food in, but the doors won't officially open until close to sunset.

But this isn't a cheap white plastic tent, oh no. It's warm and domed and made of thick fabric, something like a very large yurt. A bit of magic keeps out the drafts, making everything extra cozy.

There's a fire in the middle of the floor, with a low screen encircling it but also magic meaning that this fire puts of warmth but will not actually burn anything, even if you step right into it. The floor is wood -- great for dancing, if you feel like it! There's a piano over against the wall for anyone who wants to make some music.

Everywhere there are garlands of European evergreen branches and herbs, studded with bright dried fruit and sparkling ornaments. (Mistletoe might very well be among them, though the Pontmercies haven't thought to supply that as an intentional party game.) There are candles and lanterns everywhere, and a big chandelier. There are no electric lights at all -- it's all fire -- but a good number of them are magical, so that nothing's going to get set on fire or covered with smoke. The general intended impression is of genteel, welcoming festivity, in a very French and very early 19th century European way.

There are food and drinks galore. Come in and enjoy the party!

[OOC: Party-style post! Subthreads for various categories and activities, etc. Open from now until whenever!

Edit: As of Joly's arrival, Cosette now has a mini-polaroid camera. Fear, Milliways. Feel free to assume that she's popped up to take a candid picture of your character(s) at any point, as long as they're not doing or wearing anything scandalous! She will happily give the resulting picture to your character if they want; it probably won't be a very good picture, in terms of composition or focus, but it will be cheerfully enthusiastic.]

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"Warmin' up and yes, its still winter at home and it always takes its time leavin'. How are you doin'?" Its strong enough for him.

"Oh, well enough for a dead man!-- Tell me, I know you read here, do you read much of books from after your time?" Bahorel shows no sign of awkwardness for the sudden change in subject, only interest in the answer.

"Some, but I don't go lookin' for 'em. I never know where to start as there are so many. I get given a few by Bar and might find 'em in the library,"

He's not sure what he might find and from what he's seen a lot of the future is terrifying. So he tends to stay near what he knows but the kinds of books he likes don't really start to change until after World War I.

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"Ah, how do you stand it?" He laughs, mostly at himself. "No, never mind, I know you follow your own tastes, and right you are. But I'd seen this--" he reaches into a coat pocket-- and the cover reminded me a bit of some of the Westerns I've read. And then I tried to read it, hah--the writing's entirely different, but the cover speaks for itself." The tone of here, look at this ridiculous thing probably transcends time and culture.

The book proudly claims to be about A Planet For Texans. The giant cattle stampeding a rocketship are...certainly a thing.

That's a strange cover and he stares, "How big are those cattle meant to be?"

He laughs. "Or how small is that little space-wagon! --I think they're meant to be as large as they look. Your cattle-drives become quite legendary. Or else you Americans grow some exceptional cattle!" Hey, he'd laugh, if it had been gigantic Lyonnais hogs.

"Longhorns are big and those horns can be awful but that's too much. Yeah, I've seen that here, it can be odd, but I've read stories that make us out to be heroes or somethin' instead of cold and tired."

"Hah, I'd guess most heroes end up cold and tired sooner or later. And I'd sing louder for an army of vaquero and farmhands than a court of kings and dukes any day." The Spanish for what Will comes so much more easily than the English-- but he tries. "I don't expect cowboys are any purer than anyone else, and it's only fools who've never left their townhouse who think country life makes a man innocent and foolish. But it's not worse that anyone, either-- and better by far that than the barons and bluebloods." He's still entirely cheerful as he says this.

William laughs as he takes a longer drink of his punch, "That's about right. If you ever want to see some, you can come through my door."

"Hey? I'm for that!" Really. Extremely. "If you've got a use for an extra set of hands for a few days, until whenever this place decides I've outstayed my curfew."

"Always got a use for 'em and you'll have three days," He learned that from many people in Milliways, its a number that feels like it should mean something.

"Of course! Of course, why not, it's the grand tradition of the risen dead, isn't it!--But better give me a proper primer on what's needed first; I don't know your land or your neighborhood."

...And there's the other factor. Bahorel laughs, and switches over to speaking English. Very, very thickly accented English. "And my English, it is not the most clear-- and can't, ah--" he waves a hand in the air,looking to pull out the right phrase, "--listen quickly..?"

...His listening comprehension isn't the best. He could say that, in French. And right now he still can say things in French, so he switches back over. "I could recite Blake at any notice, but conversation's going to be a good deal trickier once we're past the translator."

William takes a drink as he listens, "Poetry ain't goin' to do much but I think we can figure it out. Before we go, I'll show you a few tricks for managin' cattle from a horse and we get all sorts out West. No one'll think havin' an accent too odd,"

All Bahorel will need to do is smile and everyone will want to know him.

Twelfth Night Party, Pontmercy style!

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