Peredhil Posted October 16, 2003 Report Share Posted October 16, 2003 The Birthday Room (newly built addition to the Cabaret since the clean-up crews from Wyvern's Bardic coming-out party still haven't finished) is decorated as a gently undulating savannah, a greenish-brown veldtland as far as the optically deluded eye can see. In the immediate area, the grass has been cropped short by giraffes specially imported the month before (about the same time as Madame Quixotic's arrival), who are now moving away. Several large sturdy wooden tables with attached seat-benches are arranged ergomically for the party. Peredhil is listening to Wyvern, who has ducked in to "help", although his help consists of a constant stream of one-sided conversation, and occasionally peering through the door to ensure whomever he's avoiding *this* time hasn't found him. "I think she'll be pleasantly surprised by the party" Peredhil confides. "sno homeish" Comes the hissing distracted reply; there is movement in the Cabaret. "Beg pardon?" Peredhil has to stop at that one. Wyvern turns and repeats more slowly. "Its no homies." At Peredhil's still furrowed brow, he translates, "She's from a cold Northern climate. This African scene isn't going to be what she's used to having at this time of year. it's not homey. Peredhil nods brightly, and as Wyvern turns back to the door, lets his face fade back into confusion. Wasn't the North West at the moment in it's Fall colors and raining twelve of every fourteen days? He'd thought she'd *want* something dry! With the banners and canopies set to display the birthday wishes and keep the sun off, bottles of sun block SPF 45 and an arrangement of beverages arrayed. Peredhil leaves to get the cake. Seconds later, Wyvern, hearing a lion cough, jumps out into the Cabaret. What was it with Peredhil and his realism thang!!! (Happy Birthday!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted October 16, 2003 Report Share Posted October 16, 2003 Ayshela comes into the Birthday Room, squelching with every step and dripping a near constant stream. As the warmth reaches her she begins to slowly steam, giving hope that eventually, maybe, she might even dry out! Wandering slowly from table to table, she sets several pair of sunglasses at each one. Reaching the table which awaits the birthday cake, she carefully sets a pair of extra-dark sunglasses there for the birthday girl, as those from the rain belt are unaccustomed to protecting themselves from the sun. Looked like there was some time before the party started.. with a quick nod to herself, Ayshela found a comfortable patch of grass and lay down to finish drying out. OOC: Happy Birthday, from one wetfoot to another! Hope it's grand! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Celes Crusader Posted October 17, 2003 Report Share Posted October 17, 2003 Celes takes a piece of cakes and tastes it with delight (OOC: Happy birthday) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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