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Party Night
Posted: 10 Jul 2004 12:26 AM |
A colorful parchment posted in various places around the Port and Buckshire Trading Post, as well as Brandibuck
Join Kree and Lirnna, Saturday night at the Broken Mask Tavern for the party of the year! This ain't your usual social event, and it's definatly not for high society. Come enjoy Merum's finest selection of ale, wine, and spirits!
Contests! Storytelling! Games of skill and luck! Perhaps even a surprise or two!
Everyone's invited, so be there...or don't!
Kriayna Wildberry ~ events director, Broken Mask Tavern
((Broken Mask Tavern - Port Royale: 10pm ET (gmt-5) until the last of us passes out *grins*)) |
~ Kriayna Wildberry ~
-this post has in no way been paid for nor endorsed by PAJWT, The Broken Mask tavern, The Black Hand, or any other completely unrelated group- |
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Re: Party Night
Posted: 10 Jul 2004 04:55 AM |
| ((Woo hoo! PARRRTTTTEEEEEYYYY!!! Too bad i've got to work so i'll only be able to show up fashionably late (2 hours or so) so make sure theres still some drink by that time!)) |
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Re: Party Night
Posted: 11 Jul 2004 02:39 AM |
| Great fun at the party!! Great idea Kree! Thanks to all for the fun RP!!! |
ONWARD AND UPWARD! |
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Re: Party Night
Posted: 11 Jul 2004 11:56 AM |
Margaret looks up from her nail filing as the man approaches. He pulls out what appear to be approximately a dozen or so parchment cut-outs of .. feet.
"Where can I setup?"
Margaret responds with a quizzical look.
"I'm giving dancing lessons for the party-goers. You know, the square dance. Perhaps a line dance," he beams proudly, waving a few of the feet around - apparently to reinforce his point.
"You can setup over there if you want, " she says pointing to a prominent spot in the center of the inn's wooden flooring and returns to her nail filing.
The man diligently begins placing the sequentially numbered cut-outs into various positions on the floor. A square-ish pattern of foot prints begin to take shape upon the inconsistently grained and slightly dusty floorboards. He moves a few of the cut-outs around in agonzingly minute increments, in an effort to place them just so.
"But if you're here for the party, it was last night," she says off-handedly, without looking up.
"Oh." The man diligently begins retrieving the sequentially numbered cut-outs from the various positions on the floor, repacking the cut-outs in what appears to be a purpose-built, finely inlaid, mahogany and gold-filligreed case designed expressly for storing feet cut-outs - and leaves the way he came in.
"Bye Ronan. Come by again soon sometime," she calls out, shaking her head slightly.
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-æsir
"The man that finds himself at a crossroads, and unsure of direction, is not lost. For in truth, all roads will carry him to the same destination - his fate. But it is the determined man that takes the next step." -Aren
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