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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A gentleman in a very blue suit from around the turn of the 21st century inspects those cakes with deep interest.

Edited 2017-01-06 13:18 (UTC)

There's a girl of about fifteen, looking a bit like a medieval princess from some show that doesn't care too much about costume authenticity, hovering around the cakes, trying to pick out a slice. But it's hard! Every time she's about to take one, she tsk-tsks to herself and reaches for another.

"Can I help you?" the gentleman in blue asks.

Edited 2017-01-06 17:06 (UTC)

She laughs. "Not unless you made the cakes! Or you know which one has the bean in it!"

"No to either," the gentleman says. "But you could always eat cake just in order, you know, to eat cake?"

Edited 2017-01-06 17:13 (UTC)

Mary rolls her eyes a bit at that--but good-naturedly. "But it's a game! I've had one of the little apple-cakes already, but you have to try to get the special slice!"

"What makes it special?"

"It's the King Cake! There's a bean hidden in it, and whoever gets the bean is the King for the night!" How silly, not to know about the King Cake! But maybe he's like Brienne, from a place where they don't even know about Jesus or the Devil or anything.

"So you would like to be king?" the gentleman in blue asks, smiling. "I wonder, is the bean raw or cooked?"

He takes a tiny slice, as if to investigate.

And there is the bean!

Edited 2017-01-10 20:40 (UTC)

[ooc: very belatedly, random draw says Hannibal has the bean!]

[[OOC: Thanks -- I will use that in thread!]]

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