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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"He is a courier?" And a pet?

"Something like that."

Minus goes beep.

"And he is also related to the computation programs?" The beep is not as weird as everything else.

"I... we're... different kinds of programs?"

Your phrasing is a trifle confusing, monsieur.

"It is a world most peculiar." It about the same as explaining a Buick to a crusader.

"If it helps, it's still confusing for humans who're used to computers."

"And it is not as if the Bar makes the great sense." Which he hates to admit.

"Or any sense, sometimes."

He thinks for a moment. "You are not dead, no?"

"See, anywhere else, that would be a weird question. No, I'm not. Are you?"

"I am. And I have observed that it is good to ask that.

"But I would say it is still the weird question."

"And I'm still never sure what to say to that. My condolences?"

"That would apply more to the survivor, would it not?" He has no idea what to say, either.

"Yeah, but there's no standard protocol for the deceased."

"Perhaps," he says thoughtfully, "there should be in a place with some many of the dead."

"There really should." He considers. "Well, you've been through it. It is more of an 'I'm sorry' or a 'good luck' sort of thing?"

"I made my peace with the world. If not with my maker. Perhaps 'good luck' still would apply?" If what he's heard is true, a final judgment might await.

"'Best of luck with your afterlife'?"

"I think that might do."

"'Have a nice afterlife' is probably too casual."

"That sounds rather odd." Having a nice day not being something anyone said in Poirot's lifetime.

"I could ask some of the nicer ghosts in my fiancée's world. They might have something."

Poirot proceeds to stare blankly. Instead of asking the obvious questions.

Yes, yes.

"My fiancée's from a different world from mine, ghosts are a thing there, they're not very much like the dead people here but they've got an entire dimension they go to when they're not making trouble in hers so they've probably got a way to welcome new ones."

"Ah. I see." Other realties and dimensions still perplex him. But ghosts? At least he knows what ghosts are. "If she can shed some light on the subject, it might useful."

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