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[sicklysweet]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Guild Name's @ home.
When: Vague Approximation of Halloween
What: pardi pardi pardi
Warnings: General party warnings for things like alcohol consumption, but anything specific is up to y'all heathens.





Not many people have entered Guild Name’s @ home before today, which is perhaps understandable given the demeanor of its owner. The few who have will find the @ home entirely redecorated - if you could even say it was decorated in the first place, with how utilitarian everything was before. Maybe Owen’s taken a leaf out of Telophoroi’s book, or he’s really into halloween. Or both. Either way, Sweets Grunty has done a lot of work to essentially redecorate the entire @ home.

The main hall is where most of the action is, with tables set up filled with snacks and drinks. Most of the snacks are small finger foods, and it does seem to heavily lean towards sweeter options, but all of them have a general spooky flair. There are candy apples, cupcakes, finger sandwiches, hand pies, nothing too outrageous. There’s a selection of wine, ciders (both alcoholic and alcohol-free), as well as harder spirits, liqueurs, and juices if people want to craft something stiffer, and coffee and teas for people who want a different sort of buzz. There’s music playing over speakers, but a piano also sits in the hall. You’ll probably want to get permission before you try to play it, though.

There are chairs and tables for people who would rather sit and eat, as well as an open space to serve as a rudimentary dance floor for people who would rather move, but it’s clear the plans for this party were simply “people can do whatever they want”. There’s even tubs of water with apples if people want to go bobbing, and other random party games for people to fuck around with. The world is your oyster, and Owen doesn’t care what people do (which is why PVP is enabled within Guild Name).

The only other rooms that can be entered without asking Owen about it are a bathroom which hasn’t escaped the halloween decorations, and the kitchen which seems to be where Sweets Grunty can be found keeping itself busy.

Comments

[dissimulative]

Mrrr...

[ Oria continues to munch on the candied apple that he bit off, but after finally swallowing all that, he looks at Sinclair. ]

You're into this, aren't you?

[insinning]

Into what?

[ He'll pull back now and take another bite of his candied apple.]

[dissimulative]

Cat ears.

[ On him at least. The ears flick a little as he stares at Sinclair. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair studies Oria a little intently]

Um. It does suit you.

[yes]

[dissimulative]

Because my personality fits one? Nya-mil?

[ jiiiiiiiiiiii ]

[insinning]

[Even the jiiiiiiiiii suits the ears. It's cute...it's so cute...help]

Maybe a little bit because of that...?

[dissimulative]

[ Whenever Sinclair put the paw gloves back on, Oria takes one of Sinclair's hands and puts it to Sinclair's face as if he's facepalming. ]

Nya.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair appreciates it because he is dying. Help. Help. Has Oria ever been this cute???

He just buries his face in both kitty paws]

...nyaa?

[dissimulative]

[ Oria laughs. ]

Yeah. You're so cute, like an embarrassed little kitten~

[insinning]

[ Intensified embarrassment escalates. Mggrrr. He drops his hands to look at Oria sulkily]

I am not.

[dissimulative]

You are! You definitely are.

[ Oria grins as he taps the edge of Sinclair's downwards just to tease him. ]

Just look at how red you are~

[insinning]

[Sinclair huffs a little, cheeks puffing]

That's just how my face naturally is!

[Blushing]>

[dissimulative]

So you're saying you blush all the time? I see how it is.

[ He looks at Sinclair with a grin on his face. Don't admit to things you can't fire back with!! ]

[insinning]

Ugh--

[Oria gets a light elbow for that]

No I--it just happens naturally.

[No he's just blushing]

[dissimulative]

Yes, so you naturally blush. Thanks for confirming!

[ rip sinclair. Circle logic works because of circle logic works because of circle logic. ]

[insinning]

The way you argue sucks sometimes.

[Pouty Sinclair is Pouty ]

[dissimulative]

Oh, so you want me to take out the big guns? You wanna debate with me?

[ There's a shine in Oria's eyes. ]

Even without using logical fallcies?

[insinning]

No thank you.

[Just shutting that down right now. Nope]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria laughs. Sinclair's reaction was pure gold. He lives for this. ]

Heh. Thought so.

[ And now he's obnoxiously smug about this. This nyanpire. ]

[insinning]

[...reaching up and mooshing Oria's cheeks with his kitty paws. Moosh]

You're too smug for your own good.

[dissimulative]

Only because you can't handle the heat of my absolute flawless logic!

[ Pretend he said that in a funny way because his cheeks are being MOOSHED BY THIS NYANHEATHEN!!!! ]

[insinning]

No, I just don't like arguing with people.

[Mooshing those cheeks harder. Repent!!!]

[dissimulative]

Arguing and debating are different things!

[ His speech is still barely comprehensible because of this mooshing fiend... ]

[insinning]

Hmm, I don't know. I think they're the same coming from you.

[Good thing Sinclair is wellversed in the art of interpreting Oria through attacks on his cheeks. He mooshes Oria's face one more time before he lets go. Hah]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria massages his own cheeks with actual hands, tyvm. He huffs. ]

Actually using your cat gloves like that... cute, but dastardly. I'll have to watch out for future attacks.