Week 2 Monday Night Pajama Party!!

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[HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE PAJAMA PARTY! They’ve really gone all out here, because the tables have all been pushed up to the wall (thank you, Finn) to make room on the floor for pillows and blankets and some cushions, too. There’s also streamers and other decorations hung up for a party-type atmosphere, as well as nice quality baijuand plum wine chilled and set out along with glasses for consumption. Next to that, there’s a variety of hors d’oeuvres to be noshed on, along with whatever anyone else has brought. There’s several balls of light floating around, courtesy of Stella, to give the place a nice, cozy glow.

Feel free to make yourself comfortable, grab some hors d’oeuvres and something to drink, and settle in for some sleepover activities or just sitting around and mingling. If you’ve brought something for the party, you can add it to the list here, or if there’s a game or an activity you’d like to host, feel free to add it on to this top level and it’ll get added to the navigation! The pajama party is your oyster~]

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Comments

[replacementshield]

...Huh. Wonder how everyone else reacted to that.

[ Felix doesn't seem to judge, at any rate. Though, it does strike him as odd, he doesn't seem to think too hard about it. The wine he's sipping can be blamed for that. ]

Ugh, they are stifling. There was always some fool trying to suck up or make banal conversation about some other nonsense. About who did what and where.

I had neither the time nor patience to entertain any such fool and I was unafraid to remind them so. But, people tend to get short memory and think that I would eventually become soft enough to become like them. Hah! Not a chance.

[rikonstructed]

For you to be so-- [Words. Nuadha is losing his words, which is a very unfamiliar sensation for him. He tilts his head like a slightly disgruntled cat before just borrowing Felix's.] --so unafraid to be blunt with them, I assume you had a title in your own world beyond "swordmaster."

[Or he was quite a good swordmaster. Which is also a thought Nuadha appreciates. The turn of the conversation has him relaxing into the warm haze of the wine again.]

Hmm. Parties of that kind sound the same everywhere. But they're an obligation.

[replacementshield]

I'm...the Duke. Also, advisor to King Dimitri of United Fodlan.

No one would dare.

[ Yeah, the wine is getting to him, especially since he looks far too satisfied to lay that out. ]

Hah. Obligation...

You know what should be an obligation? For useless nobles to shut up.

[rikonstructed]

[If a noble of his had said something like that, Nuadha probably would have already felt the incoming headache beginning. But for a second all he can picture is the look on Thorsten's face at hearing it and--well, he presses a hand to his mouth to muffle a quiet snort. For the moment the thought is too absurd to sting.]

...An honest advisor is an indispensable asset to a king. King Dimitri must value you greatly.

[The thought makes him glance aside just a little, to see if he can catch where Baldr wandered off to.]

[replacementshield]

[ Indispensable asset. Felix looks proud of that. He doesn't go around looking for compliments and dislikes being overly praised, but for all of his hard work he won't reject an apt one. ]

You're correct.

[ He'll say simply, but he will catch the other man's glance all the same. Even like this, he can manage something as simple as that. ]

Who are you looking for?

[rikonstructed]

Baldr. [And after a moment, as it sinks in that that thought might need more explanation:] He's also an honest advisor. Though not so blunt. [...] To others.

[It's hard to sound completely dry when he's feeling this warm and slightly... fuzzy.]

[replacementshield]

[ He looks curious at that, though there is definitely an edge of amusement to it as well. ]

He's blunt to you?

[rikonstructed]

Frequently. When it suits his humor.

[Otherwise, the forms of passive aggression enabled by extremely formal politeness are an artform. Also Nuadha is now catching himself rambling again and pressing a hand to the bridge of his nose in exasperation.]

My apologies, Duke-- [Oh no. Oh no he's read this in the profiles. He can definitely do this.] F... [Nope, this isn't happening.] ...Felix. I'm not ordinarily so... [Whatever the hell this is.]

[replacementshield]

I think you're not the only one.

[ Felix's head is swimming in the very same manner Nuadha's happens to be, and it's one of the only things he can say that sounds like it makes sense now.

Anything else seems like it's almost out of reach and he feels a little sleepy. ]

...Let's sit down.

[rikonstructed]

...Yes. That sounds practical.

[And after all, it's a pajama party. There are blankets and cushions conveniently enough nearby. Nuadha nods in their direction and heads that way, his steps meticulously careful.]

It isn't that I'm drunk.

[A little sidelong glance at Felix to confirm his dignity is intact here. Surely neither of them is drunk, so it's fine.]