Golden, an Oakhaven bloodhound, Gunther, a Rottweiler, Micana, 1 Saik Guard arrive, following Lucita.

Lou has joined the line.

The line has been dismissed by Lou.

Appolonia arrives, following Drake.

Lucita has an uneasy look about her as she comes into the event. Instead of leaving her guard dogs outside, she brings them in with her after her guard wipes off their paws and the snow clinging to their coats. She glances around and then seeks a quiet spot to sit.

Lucita has joined the Table 1.

Rowenova has joined the Table 1.

Calypso isn't wearing black or anything -- well, no more than usual -- but at least she's reasonably subdued as she comes in. Noticing Lucita, she follows the Saik baroness and joins her at her table.

Calypso has joined the Table 1.

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: The room is filled with several tables. They've been clustered together to form two concentric circles. In the middle of those two circles stands an empty space, and a lone chair. Each table has a mix of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages and snacks set up on each one.

Thea comes striding in, wearing what she usually would. Her demeanor though is a bit more subdued, however in her hands is a bottle. Finn per usual is at her side and darts directly to where Calypso is. Family! So, Thea trails him because well--he has a way of finding her family before she does.

Thea has joined the Table 1.

Wash arrives wearing somber tones with Catalana on his arm. He insisted on attending.

Drake arrives wearing... mostly black, but he wore a white shirt so as to not be too, incredibly dour. To it he has a small rose pinned under his collar. He comes in, with Appolonia, who he has perhaps brought for moral support. Normally, at such events, Drake goes right for the food, but here he lingers a little, before helping himself at least to some rum. It is probably not his first drink today.

Esme has joined the Table 4.

Esme slides into the area, but it's without her normal wild and happy nature. There is a smile tossed to those that look in her direction, but she slides to sit at the nearest table.

Lou has joined the Table 2.

Nilanza, a fluffy white kitten with odd eyes, Portia, a tittering bashful handmaiden, Renato, an overconfident courier arrive, following Kaia.

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise arrives, following Niklas.

Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, 2 Grayson House Guards, Clark, an exasperated guard, Niklas arrive, following Sabella.


Appolonia walks in to Drake's right, a half-step behind. She has dressed in more somber garb for the occasion, and her hands clasp before her as she makes her way in.


After she gets seatuated by Lucita, Rowenova pulls back a booze bottle and quietly speaks to the three Lycenes before she solemnly nods toward Thea. Then, Nova ultimately uncorks the alcohol bottle with her strong teeth: POP! Then, she just lets that uncorked cork simply drop into her leatherclad lap, doing so with a subdued smirk and tiny nod to Calypso, but that soon fades.

The room is filled with several tables. They've been clustered together to form two concentric circles. In the middle of those two circles stands an empty space, and a lone chair. Lou Grayson stands from her seat, taking a moment to take in all the people and says, "Thank you for coming this evening. Tonight, we are here to remember our former Explorer, Marquessa Arcadia Stahlben. This was a ceremony designed by our former Pathfinder, Lady Aislin Ashford. Tonight we are here to remember Arcadia and hopefully gain some closure so that we may, as yet, move forward." There is a pause as Lou glances around the room, and then seh finally says, "So, I welcome you here, and hope that you can share stories of Arcadia - or in light of not having such stories, then stories of some grand adventure that you've been on, that Arcadia would have loved to hear. For those who would want to leave momentos to honor Arcadia or to go to her family, you may place them on the chair in the center of the room. Please take a moment to collect your thoughts, and when your ready please form a line." She motions to where the start of the line forms. (+line/getinline)

1 Crimson Blades Sergeant, 1 Crimson Blades Lieutenant, 1 Crimson Blades Private, Akkar arrive, following Cillian.

Cillian has joined the Table 1.

Merek makes a way into the place, with a nod while he settles about.

Rowenova has left the Table 1.

Rowenova has joined the Table 1.

Rysen has joined the marin'alfar wooden bench.

Wash has joined the line.

Catalana didn't know Arcadia well, it's clear by her expression. However, the girl did save her cousin and her husband insisted on coming. She takes a seat beside him and pours him and herself a glass of rum.

Catalana has joined the Table 1.

"If there is anyone you... need an introduction to," Drake says to Appolonia, "I can do my best, but there are a few here I have yet to meet as well." He finds himself a seat, and then, when stories are asked about, he seems to consider thoughtfully.

Drake has joined the line.

Niklas walks in with his wife, Princess Sabella, on his arm. Or rather, given the way he's leaning on her, he's on her arm. His steps are halting and given his pace he pulls her into the first seat he seas, settling in with a slouchy wince and looking very much like he could use a drink.

Mikani enters with Rysen on her arm. They takes seats on the Marin'alfar bench. Mikani is in her usual black and red, though it is fur lined for the winter. When she sits she takes Rysen's hand in her's, and says a silent prayer as those line up to speak.

Rowenova has joined the line.

Taking a seat beside Mikani, Lord Rysen, grim faced and dressed in his black mantle trimmed with white fox fur listens as Lou speaks.

Lou smiles warmly when Wash starts the line and then when others fall in behind him. She seems to be waiting a few moments longer, and then she finally says. "Lord Wash, would you like to begin?" she gives him an encouraging smile.

Turn in line: Wash

Lizette, a pretty buxom barmaid, 2 House Velenosa Guards arrive, following Valencia.

Valencia has joined the Table 1.

Kaia has joined the Table 1.

Sabella has joined the Table 4.

Niklas has joined the Table 4.

Drake has joined the Table 1.

Appolonia has joined the Table 1.

Wash is the first to get in line after the introduction. He is clear-eyed, having had plenty of time to process Arcadia's passing. "I met Arcadia Leary in the Ebb and Flow. She was enthusiastically enthralling a Prince of Thrax. I was happy just to talk with her. I promised to teach her sailing, and she remembered that promise, more than a year later. She was an astute pupil, even if sailing was never her real interest. Her real interest was learning, not from books but from experience. From all that life had to offer. And those who listened to her could not help but become infected with that same joy." He pauses. "I was at sea when she became Arcadia Stahlben, and when I returned I expected to find her grown, perhaps aloof, having adopted new passions. But... no. She was the same Cady. Everything she did, made her a better person. She never threw anything, or anyone away." He pauses, gathering himself, not quite as composed as he hoped to be. "She will be missed."

Sabella comes in, giving smiles to the room though perhaps not as brightly as she normally would. She gives nods to everyone, but seeks Merek and brightens just a bit, giving him a wave and saying something low to Niklas before taking a seat.

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: The room is filled with several tables. They've been clustered together to form two concentric circles. In the middle of those two circles stands an empty space, and a lone chair. Each table has a mix of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages and snacks set up on each one. (OOC: Those who would like to tell a story about Arcadia, an adventure they had been on with Arcadia, or has an adventure they'd like to share that Arcdia might have enjoyed, please +line/getinline.%n)


Appolonia smiles at Merek, and then leans over to ask Drake something quietly.


Lucita listens respectfully to each speaker but remains quiet other than a few discrete murmurs with those seated near her. She takes a little sip from one of the drinks on the table before her as she pays attention to the others.

Landroval, the Eagle arrives, following Graham.

Drake looks a little puzzled at whatever it was Appolonia said to him. But then he listens to the speaker.

Thea sets a bottle of whisky down on the table, listening first. She has plans and all for this bottle....When she hears Wash, she grins a bit,"That damn boat made from soap. Pretty sure she kept that for awhile."

Esme smiles towards Sabella and Niklas as they arrive. She's not as radiant as normal, but her smile is still bright. She looks over towards where Wash is speaking. She also makes sure to slide a drink towards Niklas and Sabella. Her own poured as she listens, it seems the Fidante is more muted and quiet tonight.

Lou nods in Wash's direction, her expression grateful. "Thank you, Wash." She casts a curious glance over at Thea as she remarks, but her attention goes next to Drake. "Lord Drake, would you like to step forward?" she asks.

Turn in line: Drake

Valencia enters silently, her scarlet silks swaying softly as she finds a seat, her small hands folding gently upon her lap. Soft nods are offered to those she knows, but the little vixen seems a little more distant perhaps, though her expression is schooled and gracefully composed.


"Thank you,' Appolonia says to Drake, and gives him a brief squeeze of the hand as he is called to the proverbial table.


Cillian is here sitting with Nova, he is silent watching as people come in and listning to the stories being told.

Sunny, an Ostrian Kitten arrives, following Orelia.

Orelia has joined the Table 1.

Catalana looks over at Niklas with natural concern. Catching his eye, she mouths "Sharkenoid?" She smiles at her husband after he speaks and hands him his drink when he joins them.


Drake stands up from his table and looks around the room. He gives a nod to Rowenova, having worked with her in travels before, and then, with glass in his hand, he begins a little speech. He may have thought of it ahead of time, or at least, done his best.

"The first time I sparred with the Marquessa I made a joke that I found her very striking." Drake pauses. "That WAS a joke, because, you see, she shot me in the leg. That could've been a career-ender for some, as you all well might know." He laughs a bit, as if he's trying to warm up the crowd. A wake is a tough crowd.

"On the adventure we went on together, as I did mention in the whites, she was attacked and in fact... bitten, by a man who I did the favor of knocking out for the insult. She was going to joke that I'd bit her, but, ah, imagine that scandal. But what I didn't say in the whites was that she was trying to negotiate, to talk to them... as a matter of fact, though she had a heart for adventure, and she was not afraid to stand her ground, I also believe she had a great love of peace and would do anything not to resort to violence."

He frowns just a little, but then once again tries to smile. "Before we both parted for ... different adventures, I told her I'd allow her to try shooting an apple off my head. Maybe it's all right that she never took me up on it. I will always remember..." A breath, almost ragged. "... her simple joy upon seeing a fox in the winter wilderness." Here he pauses again. "Just... small things. I suppose I didn't know her for as long as some of the others did but I look forward to hearing everyone else's memories."

He sits down, his end just a little bungled, maybe, by a bit of sudden sentiment.


Calypso has joined the line.

Though his grey eyes are a little glassy, Rysen laughs softly at Drake's account of the madman, and Arcadia's desire to turn it into a scandalous story.

"Thank you for your sharing your heartwarming memories of Arcadia," Lou says with a nod to Drake. "She certainly did have quite the adventurous spirit," she agrees, and then looks over in Rowenova's direction. She smiles at the women, and beckons her forward. "Scout Rowenova, what have you to share this evening?" She gives Calypso a grateful nod as she steps into line.

Turn in line: Rowenova

Calypso exchanges a few words with Thea, then gives a small, knowing smile for a reply. To Lucita, she shakes her head to a whispered question.

As stories are shared, the little vixen silently listens, her dark eyes dipping to find her hands. Valencia seems to wince with each show of grief shared.

Orelia arrives late, quietly making her way to a table to take a seat.

Kaia would make her way into the room quietly and solemnly. The direction of her stride took her towards both Thea and Calypso -- who seemed to have already been seated by one of the tables. A small smile and a nod given to them both. "Have I arrived too late?" she would wonder, as she took a seat by them. Her blue-grey gaze roaming through the room --listening.

Wash returns his seat next to Catalana, intent on remaining through the end of the memorial.

Thea has joined the line.

Drake looks over at Orelia after having given his speech, and sat down. He seems glad that she came in. He is sitting next to Appolonia, at the moment, at the table.

Graham arrives as well not wishing to disturb the stories being told though he also quietly moves forward to join the group. He seems to glance around though for any of those he may now try at least to get close to them before sitting down with the others at the table.

Rowenova stands up with beige papers (which apparently bear blue writing) before clearing away a tight knot in her slender throat. Although there are written words (gripped tight within her strong hands), she does not read off from those written words. No, she does not even look there. She looks out to the whole room with a serious mien. Every person here. "I almost stayed home, but then I told myself that would be a cowardly action, and so I came here, and before I get down to the good parts, I have to confess to the bad parts." After a brief pause and quick inhale, Nova further laments, "That same week before she would die, I forsook her, and I let my anger fuel some things that should not have been said the way that I said them. Anger is normal enough, but saying things the way I said them, I feel like I went too far. Maybe, there will be one day -- in another life or at The Wheel -- where I can try and hopefully apologize. Until then, I say I am sorry now for talking stupid. Ultimately, the moral of the story is to be careful what you wish for because what you might think you want might come true, doing so in a worse way than either you or I ever expected." Sighing softly, Nova walks forth to the central chair where she sets down scribed words of blue ink on beige paper. Then, on her way back to the first table. "There were two memorable moments which I will never forget with the Marquessa Cady Stahblen. I first met her within the Trader's Tavern, and she nearly shot me because I looked like some kinda interloping fur monster. Since then, we would always joke about it, about how she nearly killed me. I know that sounds silly, but it was fun. Secondly, after she finally became our vassal noble, she once sang during the Bardic Fire -- a Rivenshari festival -- and she sang beautifully, it was a Northern song, from up near Bonespire, and she sang this song to Ginny, her beautiful daughter." Nova points back at beige papers on the center chair. "That song, I scribed it, and I have vowed to learn it, and to sing it to her beautiful daughter one day, as well as my own children if I ever have any." Then, she goes quiet and sits down.

Rysen has joined the line.

Niklas gives Catalana a flat look, holds up a hand to about chest level and makes a chomp motion with it, then turns his attention backk to the speakers.

Lou gives Rowenova a consoling look. "Thank you for sharing, Scout Rowenova." She smiles at Thea as she joins the line, then looks to Calypso. "Duchess," she motions her forward.

Turn in line: Calypso

Drake chuckles a little, perhaps at the near-death story, as weird as a thing that is to laugh at. But ...whatever doesn't kill you, obviously.

Cillian puts a hand on Nova's arm to support his friend when she sits back down looking around the room at every, still sitting silent.

Calypso clears her throat and stands up. "Marquessa Arcadia came to my attention through Thea." She walks casually through the room a few steps, hands in pockets, clearly used to commanding any space she occupies, looking solemn. "There were a couple of weeks there where all I was hearing about was Cady and the pranks she was playing on some guy in House Kennex. I was pretty sure this was going to be a sad occasion for her friends, and so I felt, as Thea's cousin and Duchess of Southport, that I had a duty." Her pale eyes gleam like steel. "No matter the cost to myself. No matter the sacrifice. My duty is to do this." And with these words, she cracks a sudden smile and brings her hands out of the pockets of her coat and flings them outward. A storm of pink and purple sparkles in the air, spreading out with the force of the throw. Calypso even gives a slight turn for maximum coverage. Two absolutely enormous handfuls of glitter. Calypso has very large hands.

Orelia is overheard praising Calypso: Yes! Glitter makes everything better!

Catalana flinches as the glitter hits her and she laments loudly, "I only just got rid of all that damned glitter at the Kay."

Rysen laughs merrily as Calypso flings glitter everywhere. "She would've loved that," he murmurs.

Nova reaches over with her other hand and gives the back of Cil's a squeeze.

Wash ducks his head and covers his eyes with his hands. "Great."

Mikani laughs softly and scoops up some of the glitter to sprinkle in Rysen's hair. "Yeah ... if she could have put a stink bomb in it ... I think she would have liked it more ..."

Turn in line: Thea

Lou's eyes widen brightly as the Duchess works on glitter bombing the Explorer's Hall. "Oh, goodness. Willen is going to have fits about getting this all cleaned up." Calypso was an Explorer before, she'd know that Willen was Lady Aislin Ashford's Chief Archivist. He's a bit stuffy, that Willen, but good people. He's also sitting over in the corner, looking quite horrified about all of the glitter in the Hall, and also likely figuring out ways on how to wrangle the Trainee Explorers into cleaning the Hall instead. "Thank you for sharing, Duchess." She then looks over to Thea who is next in line. "Lady Thea." Willen seems to be fixing Thea with a look. Lou, on the other hand, is trying to hold her amusement back.

Orelia laughs and applauds as the rain of glitter falls upon them all.

Drake has glitter thrown on him. Normally he... might try to dodge, but as it is, he just covers his eyes so the worst of it isn't on him. It does definitely add some sparkle to his very plain attire. He lifts his rum to his mouth only to realize there's glitter in that, too. Ah, well. After a glance, he drinks it anyway.

Valencia looks a little confused as a softy layer of glitter envelopes much of those sitting near the front of the crowd.

"Anytime." Calypso is still smiling as she goes to sit down, but she is brushing at her coat in a way that makes it clear she's less than thrilled about having to get all the glitter out later.

Graham listens as more and more of them tell stories of the life that is being celebrated. He nods in agreement with those who are around him seeming to only have known her to a smaller degree but still any life is to be celebrated in such circumstance.

Thea is listening to her cousin speak of the pranks. Her usual mischievous gold-flecked green eyes are a bit more somber as she takes in her story, though a smirk can be seen as she speaks of the glitter. But then--there are sparkles. Thea busts out laughing. Catalana complains and Wash--she laughs more. Goods Gods. "Arcadia would have loved that,"but then her name is called, so she stands, wiping what may be a tear there.

Esme has left the Table 4.

Esme has joined the Table 4.

As Rysen gets an extra dusting of glitter from Calypso and yet more from Mikani, he squints at his wife, before catching her lips with his for a swift kiss, and rubbing the glitter out of his dark hair all over her.

Catalana mutters to Wash as she dusts the glitter from her. "Remind me to collect as much of this and shove it in Porter's beard."

Mikani laughs and takes her seat again.

The whole endeavor from Calypso with the glitter would have Kaia laughing from where she remains seated; and, so when she returned to the table she would say with a smile. "That was most creative, Duchess. Quite the surprise too!"

Graham has joined the Table 1.

Cillian eyes widen as if he was suddenly terrfied of the small sparkling particals that come raining down, he looks like he is not sure if he should try to stab them, shoot them or run. He licks his lips and looks around and then down to his hands and laps as the sparkle his head tilts to the side in a slight tick.

Merek looks covered by that sparkly while he chuckles a little bit amusedly.

Exhaling, Thea looks at everyone and begins,"I can give you a lot stories with Arcadia and I. But the one I'll share is the one that begins the day Genevieve was born. You see, we were at the Bold, she was complaining of pain and cramping. I had tried getting her to see someone, other than me..because you know, what do I know. She was determined it was because off doing something she shouldn't have. Martino ended up coming and well--her water ended up breaking on his boots. Later, I ended up getting letter, thanking me for 'bulling' because her child would have born at the Bold. Arcaida was stubborn you know, and never wrong...And looking at all of you now, I'm pretty certain that on top of the glitter from my amazing cousin, she would like you to be drinking more. A drinking contest of some sort. So I feel that in honor of Arcadia, you should get those bottles emptied...

Lucita gives a little grin as she says softly. "Well done, Duchess." She flicks off some of the glitter speckling her dress.

Mara, a harried steward, Jacob arrive, following Cadern.

Nova back pats Cillian, and she apparently seems to be quite okay with the glittery stuff raining down. She looks up to hear out Thea, doing so with what is a quiet laugh about the 'broken water on Martino's boots'.

Vagari The Cinder Cat arrives, delivering a message to Esme before departing.

Nova lifts up her booze bottle toward Thea and then swigs back a long one before setting down said bottle before where Cillian sits beside her.

Kaia has left the Table 1.

Nilanza, a fluffy white kitten with odd eyes, Portia, a tittering bashful handmaiden, Renato, an overconfident courier leave, following Kaia.

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: The room is filled with several tables. They've been clustered together to form two concentric circles. In the middle of those two circles stands an empty space, and a lone chair. Each table has a mix of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages and snacks set up on each one. (OOC: Those who would like to tell a story about Arcadia, an adventure they had been on with Arcadia, or has an adventure they'd like to share that Arcdia might have enjoyed, please +line/getinline.) Also, there is glitter literally everywhere around the room. No one is safe from the glitter.

Lou winces a bit at Thea's tale when she gets to the part about Martino and his poor feet. "I'm sure she very much appreciated the help you were trying to give her," she assures Thea. Her eyes then go to Rysen and she gives him a soft smile. "Lord Rysen. What memories do you have to share?" she asks, motioning him forward.

Turn in line: Rysen

Rysen rises from his seat, bowing briefly to Lou. His hands rest at his side, and he is silent for a moment, and then begins to speak in a low but resonant voice: "Marquessa Arcadia invited a group of us to Bonespire to hunt mammoth." He glances at Thea, flashing a quick smile. "The adventure itself was harrowing: long treks in freezing weather, frozen river crossings, wild Everwinter storms."

"Though Cady hated to admit it," continues Rysen, "she was very smart - but because she absolutely refused to do anything 'boring,' I got stuck handling provisions for the party. I did reasonably well, considering I'm not particularly apt at portioning, but the /one/ time I made a mistake, Cady wouldn't let me hear the end of it. Gods and spirits, she'd bring it up months later." Rysen does his best version of Arcadia's Crownlands accent, "Do you remember the time you wasted the jerky, Ry? We nearly died out there." He smiles. "She could be merciless, but, we did eventually find a mammoth on that hunt. And not only did Cady land a perfect shot to help bring it down, she dodged a goring that would have killed Sir Jeffeth. She had Jayus' own luck. We often joked she was part cockroach." His voice fails, and some tears begin to fall, but he takes a deep breath.

"She was the soul of adventure, and not a day passes that I don't wish I could speak to her again." He resumes his seat.

Lou gives Rysen a consoling look. "Thank you for sharing. I expect seeing a mammoth was quite a sight to see!" Lou, herself, would have enjoyed something like that. Her eyes turn toward the line and seeing no one else there, she looks around the room and asks. "Is there anyone else who'd like to share a story of Arcadia?"

Seeing those tears from Rysen, Nova's own begin rolling, too. She gets out a green kerchief from an inner pocket of her direwolf cloak and mops up her streaming tears, doing so in a quick way. She calls out in Northern fashion, "A mammoth tusk from that particular mission was eventually donated for the Templar's Auction, and it was made up into an impressive giant signal horn, and House Halfshav now hosts that in their Great Hall if anyone would like to eventually view it." She sniffs deeply before mopping up more tears.

Mikani has joined the line.

Turn in line: Mikani

Lou gives Mikani an encouraging smile as she motions her forward.

"There is one up for auction from Malvici was well,"Thea mentions, a sad smile to both Nova and Rysen. Her eyes showing unshed tears, because..public! Her hair is sparkly from all the glitter as she slings back more booze.

Drake was chatting happily, but looks a little more toughtful when he sees Rysen beginning to tear up. He decides to go back to his drink... but now finds it empty. He reaches across the table for a bottle to refill, this time scraping just a bit of glitter out of the glass first so he's not forced to swallow any more.

Orelia pushes a bottle closer to Drake's reach.

Calypso pours herself a drink. She needs one, now.

Merek lifts up a material to dry his own eyes.

Mikani stands from her seat. "There is much I won't get into. This isn't the place for that. I will say I am thankful for Cady." Mika takes a pause and looks back at Rysen before looking at the rest of the room. "As you know Cady died saving the lives of my husband, Lord Ian and Lady Brianna ... also the rescue party that went to bring them home. For that I can never repay the woman. Yet I do know that she died how she lived. Larger than life. Saving those she loved. And doing it all with flair and with dramatics only Cady seemed to managed with everything she did in life. I will always be grateful that my husband was able to come home. May she bring as much energy and sense of adventure during her next turn in the wheel."

Valencia offers a polite nod to those gathered and quietly rises and slips out.

Valencia has left the Table 1.

Lizette, a pretty buxom barmaid, 2 House Velenosa Guards leave, following Valencia.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Esme before departing.

Appolonia checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 8 lower.

Esme gets a message and stands from the seats. She leans in to hug Sabella and Niklas before leaving the room. Silent Fidante is silent.

Esme has left the Table 4.

Lou nods to Mikani, "Thank you for sharing." She looks around once more asking, "Any others who wish to speak?"

Seeing as how no one is speaking up, Lou nods and says. "That concludes the story portion of our event. However, you are all welcome to drink and chat with one another about your memories of Arcadia, and if you are compelled to stand and speak, you may do so at your own pace."

The line has been dismissed by Lou.

Drake, having a refilled glass, raises it toward Lou. "Cheers. And to many adventures for all of us. It's what she would have wanted after all."

Nova lifts a glass after what Drake says.

Lou is overheard praising Arcadia(rip): She died as she lived, an adventurous spirit.

Calypso says something to Orelia in a low tone, her voice dry, her expression darkly amused. Then she refills her glass and raises it in the toast.


Appolonia raises a glass as well, although hers, for now, contains only glitter and sadness. (The sadness is not visible to the unaided eye.)


Orelia grabs a bottle and raises it. Who needs glasses?

Thea lifts her glass, which is currently already--half empty. Who care's if there's glitter in it.

Catalana lifts her glass top, a silent toast.

Wash toasts Arcadia's memory in kind, snagging his first glass to do it.

Rysen raises a glass to Drake's toast, and takes a long drink.

Lucita toasts to the memory of Arcadia.

Mikani lifts a glass to toast and takes a long drink.

Sabella also raises her glass, which might be a little sparkly but that's okay!

Graham has left the Table 1.

Landroval, the Eagle leaves, following Graham.

Niklas raises a glass before taking a pull.

Sir Floppington sits down and lifts one paw.

Cillian has left the Table 1.

1 Crimson Blades Sergeant have been dismissed.

1 Crimson Blades Lieutenant have been dismissed.

1 Crimson Blades Private have been dismissed.

Akkar have been dismissed.


Appolonia eyes the dog.


Sir Floppington puts the paw down and looks up at Appolonia with those eyes: those soulful eyes. He wags slowly, swish swish.

Nova reaches over and plants her whole hand over Flop's flop-eared noggin for a brief moment before letting go to get back to the drinking endeavours.

Lou manages to dump some glitter out of the glass she was going to use, making sure it is /all/ gone, before pouring herself some whiskey. She then raises her glass in the toast. "To Arcadia. May her spirit ever be wild and free, and always full of adventure."

Finn goes over and sniffs Flop, his fluffy tail wagging. Play time?!

Catalana murmurs towards Thea, "Your story. Is that the reason Lord Martino squeals whenever he sees a small child?"

Drake drinks a bit more, downing almost the entire glass. Then he wipes some glitter out of his hair. "I do feel a lot better after this," he says, perhaps in particular to the women who are at the table near him. To Orelia, "But you won't goad me into another drinking contest today."

Of course it is play time! Flop stands up and touches noses with Finn, doing so whilst wagging more than before.

"Won't I?" Orelia grins. "Not even in honor of the fallen? I could have sworn someone just said..."

Calypso refills her glass for Lou's toast.

Merek lifts up at the toast.

Nova swigs down a good amount before setting aside the emptied glass and then pointing out, "I would be down for a drinking contest again."

Thea chuckles a little at Catalana,"Martino will tell that--I was an awful child. But Arcadia may be at fault too. She used to throw up on him all the time while she was pregnant. Then when the leaking happened--I don't know, I think he feels all children are terrifying.." Glancing over at Drake, Thea tells him,"Arcadia would be certainly be goading you into a drinking contest. And telling you she could kick your ass,"finishing her own drink.

Rysen nods to Mikani in the direction of Drake and Orelia, with a slightly sad grin. He rises and walks over towards Drake and Orelia, stopping for just a moment to kneel beside Sir Flop and give the soulful hound some pets. Rysen winks at Rowenova and then makes his way over to the nobles, saying to Orelia, "I'll join a drinking contest to honor the fallen."

Sir Floppington absolutely adores said pets, and he looks up quite gratefully, giving the petting man a few nosings to his hands before he goes back to play time with Finn.

Thea nods to Orelia, telling her with all the certainty in the world,"That was me. And I will absolutely join this,"still sharing her bottle,"sneakily topping off Calypso. Just a bit.

Catalana scrunches her nose "Yes. From the sounds of it she would encourage all sorts of drinking. Lord Arik introduced me and my sister to Foolsbane. Perhaps you should drink that. It's pretty northern from what he said."

Mikani looks over at Drake. "Lord Drake ... will you take my place in the drinking contest ... see I just gave birth and I cannot drink this much ...." Mikani's eyes look large and dark and pleading.

Orelia claps her free hand on Rysen's shoulder. "Alright, who else? I got two- three so far," she announces to the room, holding her bottle aloft once more.

Nova mops up the last vestiges of fallen tears then winks back to Rysen before tucking away her kohl-stained kerchief. "Foolsbane is a terrible idea."

Drake clearly has more of a stomach for adventure than for baby stories. "Oh. I know she would." Then Mikani makes doe-eyes at him. He sighs... heavily, as if he cannot believe he's about to be goaded, again, and it's his own fault.

He slams the empty glass down in front of Orelia with a look of determination and also embarassment all at once.

Rysen smiles at Orelia, and glances over his shoulder to Niklas and Sabella. "Your Highness," he calls to the playwright, "care to join us in a drink to honor the passing of Marquessa Arcadia?"

Glancing over at Catalana, Thea asks her,"Would you like to join, Lady Catalana?"a slight grin at Nova,"Sounds like an amazing idea."

"I'll drink." Wash says, standing up and heading over to Orelia. "What is the worst that can happen?"

"I'll drink," Merek says, with a nod while he smiles.

Nova gets up from where she was seated to join Rysen, Drake, and Orelia and whoever else would like to. She looks back to Catalana, "Do we even have any? Since I first laid eyes upon it, in Goodman Derovai's hands, I have resisted, but mayhaps, for this. This /one/ time. Hopefully it rates as penance."

Orelia waves Wash over, then grins at Drake. "I knew you'd join in. What's that, five now?" She glances toward Niklas. "You joining us too?"

Calypso stands up and moves a few seats over to get out of the way. But not before topping up her glass a bit.

Thea goes over to join the drinkers, standing near Orelia,"What are we drinking? I have at least half a bottle left." Gods. Is that all?

Lucita rises when Calypso does and after a few murmured words with her. bids the others goodbye and heads out with the Duchess.

"Good question." Orelia brings the bottle back down to eye level and reads the label. "Looks like we're starting off with whiskey."

Drake looks over at Appolonia. "My Lady, I may have to ask you in advance to walk me home. This one sometimes serves as a bodyguard, but based on our last contest, she'll be in no shape." He makes eye contact with Orelia, a little twinkle, his usual twinkle, perhaps returning.


"My," Appolonia says, touching her collarbone again. "I would be pleased to - though I fear I must take the air a moment. I will trust you will be in your cups for at least half an hour?" She pauses to glance at Orelia, then to Drake, with a lift of her eyebrows.


Calypso rises when Lucita comes over to talk to her. She gives Thea a playful (but crisp) half bow and a smile, then starts for the door with the Baroness.

Drake gives Appolonia a nod. And a more sincere comment, a bit lower.

Calypso has left the Table 1.

Lucita has left the Table 1.

Golden, an Oakhaven bloodhound, Gunther, a Rottweiler, Micana, 1 Saik Guard leave, following Lucita.

Lucita leaves, following Calypso.

Wash waits until Merek, Drake and Nova all have drinks before shooting what he's being given. Not going to do this one solo.

Nova gets her shot of whatever is being poured here. She then swigs down the first go.

"Alright, if we have all our contestants, let's figure out the rules. First, if you can still stand, you take a drink. Second, after you drink, you gotta do something; dance, flip, whatever as long as it requires balance. Third, no sharp objects. Last rule, if you fall down, you stay down, because you're out. Got it?" Orelia Looks to the others to see them nod.

Rysen laughs, and nods to Orelia. "Got it, My Lady."

Thea gets her shot. WIth spots of glitter. Ready..set...listening to Orelia of course

Nova ultimately nods with a little laugh, "I just drank this one. Does it count?"

Merek nods.

Orelia checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 33 higher.

Wash checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

Thea checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 7 higher.

Rowenova checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 32 higher.

Catalana checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 1 higher.

Rysen checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 38 higher.

Drake checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

Merek checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 6 higher.

Catalana gathers her shot of whiskey and tries to brace herself to throw it back. But she can't. She takes little sips and coughs every time it burns her throat.

Cadern picks his way in little late he blinks in amusement as the drinking seems to have started. He surveys the group with a faint smile as he picks a spot with a quiet look.

Nova beckons forth Cadern, "Welcome, Marquis Blackwood. Wanna join us? We have just started the drinking game in honor of Marquessa Arcadia Stahlben."

Orelia checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 29 higher.

Wash checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 13 higher.

Catalana checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 33 higher.

Rysen checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 23 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 0 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 61 higher.

Thea checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 9 higher.

Rowenova checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 33 higher.

Orelia takes a swig from the bottle before passing it on to whomever needs it next, then with all the grace of a trained dancer she rises to the balls of her booted feet and gives a graceful little twirl, followed by a bow.

Merek takes a nice drink from the bottle, then he sighs with a nod, while he begins to maneuver into a full on twirling dance of what looks like skill. He's been learning! The alcohol gives the man power!

Rowenova already swigged her first drink a bit early, and so she sets down the empty cup and heads over to the central area and easily cartwheels next to the central chair there with all the memorial tokens. Now up on her booted feet, the wolfy scout walks back for drink #2.

Drake is a few in already, probably, but has no difficulty doing one more shot for right now. This is how problems started with him last time. He does give a gracious nod to Appolonia on her way out.

Now that his shot is done, he gets to his feet, and... he also tries to dance... with Orelia, as it turns out. It is not the most graceful that anyone has ever been at this, surely, especially since she was probably unprepared for him to try to grab and spin her. But Drake doesn't, at least, trip over his feet, even though it's slightly awkward. He's learning. He at least puts her back to his feet before spinning himself, and then... well, it takes him a bit too long to stop, but he's still on his feet.

Wash climbs up onto a chair and juggles, one foot on the back of the chair. "Are you sure you didn't give me water?" He boats.

Thea slams her drink back, doing a ridiculous twirl for now. While she can still stand...She's been at this for awhile and starts to pour glass number...something.

Catalana finishes sipping her drink and gets up to give a wiggle before leaning in and catching one of Wash's balls. Pocketing it for safe keeping she reminds him, "You've had much more experience at drinking than these children."

Rysen throws back some whiskey from a glass, and grins as his companions begin to dance and perform athletic feats. He sweeps Mikani into a dance, moving gracefully for a few steps. He smiles, and then makes his way back to the table for the next round.

Orelia checked stamina + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 23 higher.

Mikani checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 20, rolling 12 higher.

Rowenova checked stamina + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 34 higher.

Drake checked stamina + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 14 higher.

Rysen checked stamina + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 25 higher.

Catalana checked stamina + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 17 lower.

Mikani laughs and dances with Rysen. "You are going to be so much fun back at home."

Merek checked stamina + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 15 higher.

Wash checked stamina + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 2 lower.

Thea checked stamina + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 25 higher.

Catalana has left the Table 1.

2 Kennex corsairs have been dismissed.

Jane have been dismissed.

Wash checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 27, rolling 9 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 25, rolling 8 higher.

Orelia checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 25, rolling 29 higher.

Rowenova checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 25, rolling 33 higher.

Thea checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 25, rolling 10 higher.

Rysen checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 25, rolling 28 higher.

Catalana checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 42, rolling 10 higher.

This time, Wash dances with Cat, an elegant back and forth that belies how fast the alcohol has been influencing both of them.

Drake checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 25, rolling 23 higher.

Nova knocks back this second shot then sets down the empty glass before then offering out a gloves hand Thea's direction. "Shall we?"

Merek keeps with the maneuvering with another swig of that alcohol. It is not as skillful as the first time, still he looks like he manages.

Catalana finishes her second drink and is quickly spun around by Wash. The usually demure woman laughs and cheekily squeezes her husband's butt. Possibly much more drunk than she's letting on.

Rysen winks at Mikani, and clinks his glass to Orelia's if she'll allow it. He throws back a second shot of whiskey, then takes a step back, grinning at Rowenova. With a deft motion, he removes his mantle, and leaps, while hurling his body backward in a quick, efficient backflip.

Looking at Nova for the briefest of seconds, Thea nods. Knocking back that second drink, she takes Nova's hand and dances well--not the most graceful dance ever. But it's a dance.


This time, Drake doesn't try to dance, as he knows he's... still a beginner at best at that particular skill and has embarassed himself enough. He goes for something much simpler... a hand stand. Which technically, still counts as standing, as long as it's on your hands... and back to your feet.

This time Orelia takes a drink from whatever glass or bottle finds her hand first, then finds a lane between tables. After a brief running starts she sails through the air in a graceful ballet leap. "So far so good!" she says back to the group before grabbing another random bottle for round 3.

Orelia checked stamina + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 24 higher.

Wash checked stamina + survival at difficulty 27, rolling 22 higher.

Rysen checked stamina + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 35 higher.

Drake checked stamina + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 14 higher.

Nova draws Thea into the dance with her, looking intently at her and then with showy flare spins her but before she has been fully spun, Nova dips her in what is a 45-degree angle just as that spin finishes before pulling her back up to stand straight once more. Nova may be Northern, but that was quite Lycene of her!

Merek checked stamina + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 11 higher.

Rowenova checked stamina + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 40 higher.

Thea checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 28 higher.

Niklas pushes himself to his feet and holds up a hand toward his cousins, then leads Sabella, wincing dramatically with each step, to the exit.

Niklas has left the Table 4.

Sabella has left the Table 4.

Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, 2 Grayson House Guards, Clark, an exasperated guard leave, following Sabella.

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise, Sabella leave, following Niklas.

Mikani drinks some cider as she takes a seat by Rysen. Well she may not be able to drink but she can still be in the group.

Orelia checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 3 lower.

Thea checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 9 higher.

Wash checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 27, rolling 15 higher.

Rowenova checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 6 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 19 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 2 lower.

Merek eventually manages to mess up with his dance, even if he is not that drunk, it looks like he will not keep up. He then finds a place to settle in.

Drake does another shot. Now, at this point, what on earth is he supposed to do. Well, maybe a backflip? He's pretty sure he can pull that off even when drunk, or maybe being drunk gives him the confidence to try. But he does this successfully, still landing on his boots. He looks dizzy... just a bit.

Catalana checked stamina + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 20 lower.

Mara, a harried steward, Jacob leave, following Cadern.

Catalana checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 45, rolling 9 higher.

Table dancing. Yes, Orelia has had enough to drink to make that sound like a good idea. Her third swig down and hardly tipsy, she steps from floor, to chair, to table and attempts another graceful leap in place. What she fails to notice though is a pile of glitter on the table that gets caught in her boot, negating any traction she would have normally had there. She lands squarely on her butt, then sits up, laughing. "Okay, apparently that's it, but I'm barely even buzzed!" She dangles her feet over the edge and watches the others.

Wash leads Catalana around the room, he's merciless, twirling her around and dipping her. He may think she is his stiffest competition.

Catalana turns a little green at the spinning. But nope. That drink stays down. Her eyes narrow and she laughs at Wash "I know what you're doing." She huffs faintly at the man. "I'm not giving you your balls back."

Rysen checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 30, rolling 24 higher.

"You only won the drinking contest last time because I wasn't there." Wash tells Catalana quietly. "Admit it."

Drake blinks in surprise at what Catalana said. "His, uh...?"

Orelia laughs and slaps the table at Catalana's remark.

Thea is still standing. Still moving. Still moving from here to there--somehow. Possible because she drinks on a daily basis. At Catalana's remark, she grins a bit while asking,"How are you even still standing?"

Rysen takes his next drink, and does a box jump onto a nearby table, landing with reasonable grace. Overhearing Catalana and Wash, Rysen chuckles and steps down off the table.

Catalana beams at Thea, a clear sign she is drunk. "I have had years of keeping up with the Kennexs." Her eyes land merrily on Wash. "I won because you're so old you went to bed early."

Mikani laughs watching them. "Oh .... this is good." She sips more of her cider.

After their fancy dance, Nova parts ways and drinks down another single shot before she lifts up Sir Floppington in her fur/leather-clad arms and then gives him a big hug! Then, she sets him down once more.

"I had a headache. All that glitter." Wash says. " Porter's beard is heavier than it looks."

Wash checked stamina + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 18 higher.

Rowenova checked stamina + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 32 higher.

Thea checked stamina + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 10 higher.

Rysen checked stamina + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 16 higher.

Catalana checked stamina + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 19 lower.

Drake checked stamina + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 20 higher.

Wash checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 10 higher.

Rysen checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 35, rolling 34 higher.

Catalana checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 54, rolling 3 lower.

Rowenova checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 35, rolling 50 higher. Rowenova rolled a critical!

Drake checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 35, rolling 26 higher.

Thea checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 35, rolling 2 higher.

Wash doesn't cheat,. but he does laugh when the drinking finally causes him to start stumbling through his steps. That certainly does Catalana no favors.

After swigging down this next drink, Rowenova prowls back to Thea before then grinning somewhat about her athletic plan. Even if they have been drinking, the wolf scout still seems to be quite alright as far as dancing together goes, and then at one point, Nova spin lifts Thea before sending her up into the air above in a twirling manner before deftly catching her in both arms on the way down.

Drake stands up and does a full, one legged spin. It's not exactly dancing. But it's not exactly a backflip, either. You might assume he'd lose his lunch after that... but he's still all right. He checks his balance on the edge of a table, which still seems to be there. He makes eye contact with Orelia for a moment as he's leaning, but he's then reaching for another glass.

Catalana stumbles with Wash. One step. Two step. And she almost goes down. Nope. She's saved by clinging onto Wash's neck. It almost looked planned. It wasn't.

Rysen throws back more liquor, and tosses his glass spinning into the air. Trusting his reflexes, he waits until it enters his field of vision and snaps the glass out of the air, and sets it carefully upside down on the table. Just then a confessor arrives breathless. "Confessor Rysen, there's, uh... a matter that needs your immediate attention. High Inquisitor's orders." Rysen glances over his shoulder at the confessor, and then turns back to those with whom he's been drinking. "Farewell, friends, and thank you for celebrating Cady's life with me." He bows, and comes to Mikani's side, kissing her cheek. Then, following the confessor, he makes his way out of the charter hall.

Wash gently lowers Catalana to the ground, against her wishes most likely. "Shh. Shh. You lost. It's okay. I'll join you soon."

Rysen has left the marin'alfar wooden bench.

Mikani smiles at the group. "Well as fun as it is to watch you all drink ... I think I will go for the evening. Thank you." She bows her head and sneaks out the door."

Mikani has left the marin'alfar wooden bench.

Damien Pierce - A Charming Assistant, 1 Redreef Warden, Vagari The Cinder Cat, 1 Order of the Firebird, 2 House Crovane Guards, Biorna - The Protective Mastiff leave, following Mikani.

Thea rounds her gold-flecked green eyes at Nova as she flung in the air. Gods! She turns green and manages to keep her alcohol in! Oh yes, the Malvici has the drinking game down, as she does a few steps with the Northerner. Not graceful by any means, but they're there. They count!

Drake checked stamina + survival at difficulty 35, rolling 6 higher.

Rowenova checked stamina + survival at difficulty 35, rolling 21 higher.

Thea checked stamina + survival at difficulty 35, rolling 2 lower.

Orelia grins at Drake and fills his glass once more.

Wash checked stamina + survival at difficulty 35, rolling 4 lower.

Catalana chuckles and wiggles against Wash's grip. "Good. It means we can go home and go to bed."

Wash checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 44, rolling 5 lower.

Rowenova checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 40, rolling 18 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 40, rolling 2 lower.

Thea checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 42, rolling 7 lower.

Wash straightens up, still standing over Catalana as his next shot is brought to him. After drinking it, he attempts a pirouette, which results in him slowly, even gracefully, sinking down crosslegged onto the ground. "Yup. That's as high as I go." He tells Catalana. "Oh look! You're still here." He smiles at her beatifically.

Drake takes the drink that Orelia poured him. That stays down fine. But when he tries to go for another hand stand... well, that doesn't go as well. He ends up finally tumbling. Not wearing armor, Drake slams a bit hard onto his backside in the process, but, he's used to falling down in the arena and this isn't THAT different. He laughs it off.

Another drink, and Nova fancy dances Thea some more: if she ever needs her to, Nova totally compensates for the coordination loss between them both here, but there may be some point when she cannot do so!

Thea is spinning. She feels it. But it's now blurry and her feet are definitely not holding her up, which means--NOVA is! Thea hugs Nova now, a smile on her face,"Thank you, Nova." A hug. And a nickname?! Thea is definitely. drunk.

Catalana beams at Wash. Her hand comes up to clasp his cheek "You really are the most handsom man." She then seriously warns him. "You better not ever make me attend one of these things for you."

"You have my permission to skip the whole thing." Wash promises her.

When it becomes clear that Thea can no longer walk, Nova gently hugs her then scoops her up (without further spins). "You are most welcome. Thank you for that fancy dance." Then, she looks around for a few moments. "Did we win?"

"We have a winner!" Orelia hops off the table, then attempts to grab Rowenova's wrist and thrust her arm into the air like the winner of a boxing match.

Drake sits down again. "See, I should never join any drinking contest with Rowenova. She is just far too good at these games."

A quick adjustment and Nova sends Thea's arm into Orelia's grasp to lift it, since she has both hands carrying the Lycene lady. Nova grins cheekily.

Nova merrily notes, "It is the winter: it gives strength to the Northern born!"

Thea can still -stand-. I mean, she's not as say---drunk as Wash over there. She beat the Kennex, that's all that matters. Oh! She looks at Wash, telling him,"Porter keeps telling me I can't jump from bridges and buildings,"smirking as she says those words. But-still leaning against both Nova and Orelia.

If Thea can still stand, then Nova makes sure she can without falling down. Thus, she can be arm snatched for her arm up victory style!

"Don't go jumping from a bridge in your current condition," Drake says, as if he would be okay with it under more sober situations. Then again, it depends on the bridge, doesn't it?

Orelia laughs and puts whomever's arm she just grabbed back back down. She turns to Drake, "Yeah, I think you're right. Both about Rowenova and the bridge thing." She offers him a hand.

Nova pipes up, "When the summer comes, you will probably beat me." says she to just about everybody here.

Catalana points at Drake. "Don't even mention it. Last pool party, my idiot husband decided to jump off a roof into the pool."

Nova asks Wash, "Did you really?"

Drake looks somewhat smug. "Was I not at that party?" He stands up from the table again, and does take Orelia's hand, when offered. Then, he takes a couple of the cookies from the cookie tray, the peanut butter ones in particular. Well, Drake is cheered up again, it seems. Can't keep him down for too long.

Thea scoffs at Drake and Orelia,"I'm not stupid! Drunk, no stupid!"

"That was two parties ago." Wash points out. "And it was just after we finished the renovations, so the roof was considerably closer. Fifteen feet, maybe less. I did hit the keg though. That was NOT my intent."

Obviously Thea meant not!

Nova wolfishly smirks about Wash's story there. "You knew you wanted beer." Then, she lets out a little laugh before additionally noting, "Try not to go jumping off the Sovereign Bridge. Who knows what all is down there."

"Sounds like you Kennexes know how to party!" Orelia pulls Drake to his feet with a laugh in Thea's direction. "If you say so, my lady."

Drake has no further comment, because he's eating a cookie. But in his experience, you can't really FORCE a wild party. It happens, or it doesn't, sometimes. But who would've expected at a memorial...

Well, maybe he should have. He doesn't object to being pulled to his feet. "I should, ah, find out whether the lady Appolonia is safe. Good nights to you all, and... hopefully next party will be for a joyful reason."

Drake is a bad influence. Or a good one. Perception matters. Nova picks up a forlorn cookie which soon finds itself bitten deeply.

And then, she waves goodbye with the remaining cookie!

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: After the Remembering Arcadia event, the Charter Hall seems to have copious amounts of glitter all over the place. It's sure to be around, particularly in the etched floor map, for many, many months to come.

Fortunately, Wash goes nowhere without his valet, his bodyman, his lug: Jayne. "Jayne! Get the carriage ready!"

Catalana leans up against Wash, clearly not trusting her feet yet. "I feel all our parties end with one of us drunk and in the pool."

"Which one of us is drunk, and which one of us is going in the pool? I vote you." Wash tells Cat.

Orelia, the instigator of drunken shenanigans, blows Drake a kiss as he departs.

Thea decides it's that time to leave. Finishing off(somehow)the rest of her drink, she starts to make her way to the door,"I should be off! I bet Arcadia would have loved the contest. AND glitter..."