Twelfth Night Party, Pontmercy style!

[lark_in_flight]

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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Re: Drinks!

[wings_of_a_swan]

Combeferre nods, thoughtful, and then recollects that Emcee said it was healing magic. "I hope you're fully recovered, and that whatever your injury or illness was, it wasn't serious," he says.

Re: Drinks!

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters an abrupt, dry chuckle at that, which makes his glitter flash darkly for a moment.

"They saved my life, actually," he says. "But thank you. I do feel much better now."

Re: Drinks!

[wings_of_a_swan]

That sounds grim. "Then I'm glad you were able to find such magic. It's one of the great marvels of Milliways. I also come from a world without magic, and only saw it here."

Re: Drinks!

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh," he says with mild surprise, "you seem to know quite a lot about this particular magic drink, so I assume then that you learned how to make it here?"

Re: Drinks!

[wings_of_a_swan]

"Oh, yes. I was very lucky. I made a friend here, a scholar from a world with magic. I've learned a great deal from him and his world."

And ended up deaging the Bar with it, whoops.

Re: Drinks!

[i_am_your_host]

For all Emcee recalls, his time spent as a little boy was the Bar's own wacky doing.

"So, you must have some natural, innate affinity for this kind of magic, even if it doesn't exist in your world. That is quite marvelous and a wonderful gift."

Re: Drinks!

[wings_of_a_swan]

"I don't know if it's my affinity or the ambient magic of Milliways," says Combeferre. "This place must be absolutely soaking in magic, else how could it exist? Besides, I had an excellent teacher. Mr. Segundus--the scholar I spoke of--he is most patient and knowledgeable. I'm very grateful to have met him."