niepokonany: ('Cause I'm Mr. Brightside)
Feliks Łukasiewicz ([personal profile] niepokonany) wrote in [community profile] bravenewworld2014-04-07 10:08 am

Dancing Through Life [OPEN]

Who: Feliks, and whoever shows up. Mingle log, everyone's invited!
Where: The old Łukasiewicz manor
When: In the evening, on the day after spring's sudden onset.
Warning: Alcohol will be available? Otherwise, depends on the players--stick a warning in the subject line if anything gets out of hand.


The rumors and casual invitations started a long while ago, in the wake of Team Evolution's departure, but it took a while to nail down a date, and to shine up the rarely used public areas on the lower floor of the Łukasiewicz family estate, two floors on top of one of the towers towards the outskirts of the residential district. Paper invitations came several days ago, to damn near everyone with an address (though of course, the nobles' are on finer paper, hand-written by Feliks's grandparents and properly sealed.) Though everyone is invited, the general public has also been reminded to dress well and behave themselves presentably--it isn't every day you're invited into a noble house, is it?

Even for the nobles, honestly, it's rare to see this one. The heads of the family are aged, and while they often appear and are pleasant enough at everyone else's events, they have little energy for arranging their own in general.

They seem to have gone all out on this one, though, perhaps because the first ball of the spring demands it and perhaps because they're celebrating so many things at once. First there was Feliks's performance in the tournament, then his evolution, and of course they're still looking to find him a nice match. And spring, quite suddenly, is in the air, the weather pleasantly warm and the balcony gardens overflowing with blossoming flowers--a small legion of gardeners has been brought in to keep the plants under control, actually, given their overabundance lately.

The food and drinks are fantastic, varied, and plentiful, laid out at strategic points around the wide, gleaming dance floor. The best musicians from all over the city have been hired to encourage people to make use of it, and to keep the atmosphere nice and light.

So come on in--talk, dance, eat all the little berry pastry things, and welcome the spring!

[OOC: Will put up a couple of threads for different areas of the party to keep it organized, feel free to mingle and tag around with everyone!]
antiseptic: (Tch.)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-15 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Preparing it for consumption, of course. [Actually, no, he just wanted to take it apart to see if there are pearls inside Shellder. And maybe mess with its owner.] Ah - there's no need to be jealous. There's still plenty of clam chowder left.
moemoetentacles: (Tantrum)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-15 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
But that clam is mine!
antiseptic: (Deeply wounded.)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-15 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He finally lets go of the tongue! However, he presses a hand on top of the shell to keep the Pokemon pinned to the table.]

My apologies, I wasn't aware you could own clams. If anything, it belongs to the Łukasiewicz family, considering it was in their food.
moemoetentacles: (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-15 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the Clam! I bonded with him! I bought him that little pirate hat and eye patch he's wearing! He was just gathering intelligence in there!
antiseptic: (Why yes I kill lolis.)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-15 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Gathering intelligence?
moemoetentacles: (So Cool)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-15 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Right, intelligence.
antiseptic: (Tch.)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-15 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
What sort of intelligence are you after?

[He can totally help out.]
moemoetentacles: (Curious)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-15 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You know... stuff the Union elite talk about at fancy parties!

[She has no idea.]

...Can you let go of him now?
antiseptic: (I know something you don't)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-15 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
There isn't much of interest, I'm afraid. Unless you're interested in talk of fashion. [And gossip. Gossip everywhere.]

[He doesn't release the Shellder.]


Now now, I can't say I think much of you, depriving me of my hard-won dinner...
moemoetentacles: (Dejected)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-15 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
There's way better tasting fish than Shellder, though!
antiseptic: (Deeply wounded.)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-15 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps you would be kind enough to fetch some for me?
moemoetentacles: (Serious Business)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-15 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Will you let him go if I do?
antiseptic: (Honestly what a bother)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-15 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm terribly hurt. You make it seem as though I'm holding him hostage.
moemoetentacles: (Angry)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-15 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That's exactly what you're doing!
antiseptic: (My my.)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-15 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ahhh, it's always nice when people call him out on his bullshit. He smiles pleasantly.]

Oh well. If you insist on believing that, I suppose I can't persuade you otherwise.

[He relaxes his grip on the Clam. But just slightly.]

However, a more accurate term would be "an exchange of goods".
moemoetentacles: (Unimpressed)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-15 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll bring you the stupid fish, geez!
antiseptic: (Deeply wounded.)

[personal profile] antiseptic 2014-04-16 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Why thank you. You're quite a thoughtful young lady.
moemoetentacles: (Serious Business)

[personal profile] moemoetentacles 2014-04-16 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
You're lucky I'm so magnanimous!

[HUFF]

Come on, Clam! We're going fishing!