6 Thrax Guards arrives, following Abbas.

12 Thrax Elite Guards, Crow - Thraxian Steward, Lilybelle - Fluffy Maine Coon arrive, following Victus.

Ford pulls some of that grab off the grill and sets it to the side as he simultaneously pours himself a skoach of drank. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable, grab some foods, grab some drinks, use the pool."

Because Turo is a nice guy and didn't get a chance to talk to Fatima yesterday, he offered to escort the Princess to the event being held at Ford's place. Thankfully, coming this time with clothing a bit more befitting the fact that he's going to lounge around a pool. "Not getting suckered into any noodling this time." he asides to Fatima next to him, moving inside. "You missed the war at the Pravus manor. It was one way to certainly be welcomed to the city."

Walking in through the Kay to the pool area, Edward pauses just inside. He has an orange bottle tucked into his arm and he smiles a moment before he turns and starts towards where the Marquis is at work grilling and and drinking.

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

2 House Wyrmguard Guards arrives, following Desiree.

Damien Pierce - A Charming Assistant arrives, following Mikani.

Fatima walks along with the Lord Admiral with a calm expression on her face. "Everyone keeps speaking of this noodling. Now, I personally have never played but if you're not getting involved. Well....I trust your sensibilities, my Lord." Fati waves to the people present, before leaning back to Turo. "Now, the real question is. Where's the rum?"

Crow - Thraxian Steward arrives, delivering a message to Fatima before departing.

1 Grimhall House Guards arrives, following Melinda.

1 Grimhall House Guards have been dismissed.

As Ford moves out from behind the grill, a cook is quick to take his place, "Fati, you -could- have rum, darling. OR." He moves over to the drinks table, "You could try this new shit." He grabs the bottle of that Vanilla vodka and gives it a jiggle, "You're more than aware that your opinion of such is the only one that matters." Then when he sees Edward approaching, "Edward! Good to see you, what've you got here?"

Quiet, a Valardin champion, Woody, an infantile Northern white-faced owl with soft gray plumage arrive, following Katarina.

Victus strides through into the Kennex pool with meager entourage in tow. He's come today bearing a bottle of rum and a customary grimace on his face. Not directed at anyone in particular that is, that's just his face really. The High Lord greets those whom he recognizes with a quick nod of his head and a murmur of something between a 'hello' and gibberish. He takes a spot by the pool, sighing deeply as his large physique is given the opportunity to get off his feet for the first time today.

"I have a bottle of Setarco Fire for you. I was told the stuff is hard to come by and I picked up some the last time I was at Pravus Manor, for the party." Edward smiles to the man and offers it over to him, "So share it if like or keep it all to yourself." he smiles a little wider and then he motions to the wreath, "Nice display too." he chuckles.

Ford drops a bottle of Setarco Fire.

Fully dressed Mikani makes her way out of the Command Center with her nose in a book. At first she doesn't seem to notice that there are a lot of people there, that is until she almost runs into a servant, at which point she lowers the book and looks around at the large gathering of people. She looks around for Ford and then heads over towards him. "I think I missed that there was a party tonight Kennex."

"Why have rum when you can have port?" Turo offers to Fatima lifts the bottle in his other hand, having brought the bottle of Escuma Port for exactly this reason. To be drank. Then he gestures to Ford, nodding at the Marquis. "It was a rather interesting type of war game. It was also a good way to see just about every version of Lycene fashion when it comes bathing suits. All in all, I would say it was a good time. But I'm sure there's going to be plenty of people looking to offer you drinks. I suppose I should form a que somewhere nearby."

Technically, this big party is being thrown more or less right next door, so Dagon shows up. He's going to hear the noise and ruckus anyway, so he might as well enjoy it, right? Armor is of course left at home, so he goes about in just his swashbucklery leather pants and silk shirt. People are greeted in vague 'I know you all and it's not really anything special to see you around, since I live right over there' fashion, ie a few basic nods and whatnot. Fatima might warrant the slight upgrade of an actual smile! Either way, he looks for booze.

Suddenly taking a shove from behind, Victus loses his balance and is the first one to be dumped unceremoniously into the pool. The High Lord looks surprised, his head slowly turning on a swivel until his ebony eyes lock on Princess Katarina with a scowl.

Ford whistles a bit, "Thank you. This is some good stuff, and indeed hard to get." He gestures to the table with every imaginable bottle on it, and calls out to anyone who byob'd "If anyone brought booze, feel free to set it on the table with all the liquor on it. Share the wealth."

The Warlord of Thrax is within his own district and so for the event he forgoes the suit of armor. He comes with his typical six reaver escort. Each of them brings double-fisted bottles of rum to the party to pass about and distribute as libations dictate. Abbas wears a dark blue set of nobleman's clothing (his only set) and it seems stark and Thraxian like one might expect. And then someone is brandishing the bottle of Setarco Fire and the man makes his way in that direction. Abbas will make sure he gets a healthy share of his favorite spicy liquor and grins impishly for it. Abbas has come stag to the party it seems. 99 Problems...

    In a flash of vibrant colored silks reminiscent of an Erusian sunset at sea, and a girlish shout of victory, it's with a graceful stumble of limbs and a leap that sees the Highlord of the Mourning Isles shoulder-checked into the waters and a Erusian-transplanted Valardin princess diving in after him, splashing water as she swims toward him amidst a fit of giggles. "You looked like you missed the waters!"

Rickard wanders the room, indulging in bits of this and that, food and drink alike. Once he's made himself a good plate of food, and got himself a drink, he finds a spot to settle in and enjoy the goings on. As he encounters people, familiar or not, he offers a polite smile and wave.

Rickard has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Mira peeks her head into the back patio and pool area cautiously, with a green cloak closed down her front. The cloak has a wide hood laying down her back, and she moves slowly enough that even her feet are not visible. Flitting about like a fox among wolves, the lawyer of Merchant Road very quietly makes her way around the outside of the large gathering of persons. A black silk choker circles her throat, with a dull red stone at the center, and her hair flows over her shoulders in half curls and waves. Notably, she's missing her glasses, and looks a little different without them.

Edward smiles, "Good good." and with that the man steps away and takes a glance around. Victus getting dumped into the pool has his eyes widen as he glances to the Princess responsible and he lines his lips trying not to laugh. Edward makes his way over to the table to get a plate of food and a large glass of Maelstrom before making his way over to where Rickard is sitting.

Titania comes slipping in the pool area from some place she has a wide smile on her face spotting everyone that has shown up so far, she is wearing a lovely corset dress of violet and cream color. Her hands are clasped in front of her with a small black pouch dangling from her delicate fingers,

Desiree arrives wearing pink. She looks around with a confident smile. She gives a polite wave to Ford and takes a look toward the pool.

Melinda enters the Kennex Kay, she moves her fingers over her dress slightly, her eyes move over those here already and she draws a little breath. "oy, first real party here." she says to no one in particular, as her exotic eyes move round and she slowly makes her way to the drinks.

Fatima watches Ford move from behind the grill with a raised eyebrow, she will of course reach out and take the vanilla vodka before giving him narrowed eyes and a smirk. "You cook too? My vicious pirate killer. You are full of surprises." Turning back to Turo she waggles the bottle and wiggles her eyebrows in unison. "My motto is try em all first and then decide what you wanna drink for the rest of the night." Fati chuckles then and pops the top on the bottle of vodka before searching for glasses. On the way past Victus she leans down to give him an approving little smirk. "Good to see you here cousin." A quick pat on the shoulder and she's off to go meet more people and find glasses. The blasted glasses.

Edward has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Katarina has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Victus has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Turo has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Ford smirks at Fatima, "Don't let me keep you from your arduous task." Then he heads out and wiggles fingers in Desiree's direction, "Lady Wyrmguard, it's good to see you, please, help yourself to drinks or food, or the pool." As he makes his way around the pool he plucks the book away from Mika, "Don't act like you didn't know."

Renault, a floofy persian cat arrives, following Selene.

Renault, a floofy persian cat have been dismissed.

Woody, an infantile Northern white-faced owl with soft gray plumage arrives, delivering a message to Ford before departing.

"If you want to surprise me, Your Highness, be it far from me to protest. I'm going to consider this my off hours. There's Admiral's cap on my head, so I'm going to enjoy myself for a change. And maybe I'll give you an update on what happened after our brunch yesterday." The bottle of Escuma Port is deposited on the table with the rest of the bottles before he finds himself meandering toward the lounge chairs, stripping down til he's only wearing what one might call swimming trunks, that hang at knees. Black with green tortoise shell stitching along the sides. At that, he'll lay out on one of the chairs, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes.

Victus not one to be outdone, raises from the pool like a shark breaching to snatch its prey in its jaws. His powerful hands reach out, grabbing Katarina by her waist and lifting her high above his head. She only hangs there for a moment before she's slammed into the waters of the pool right behind him. The High Lord's revenge complete, he draws to the edge of the pool and rests his elbows atop the tile. For the first time tonight, the Maelstorm's Bastard is holding a grin on his face.

Mika reaches for the book as it is pulled away from her. "I didn't. Parties are on the bottom of my list of things to care about when there is work to be done." She glares at Ford's hand with the book in it. "I was enjoying that."

Ferrando trucks in casually and looks around. As the de facto representative of one of the pool warring parties, it's technically not a pool armistice without him signing up the Waterlogged Thistle or whatever Leta named their rowboat. He steps up to the wreath and regards it sadly. "Alas, we'll never forget y--" He stops and waves down somebody who looks like they work here at the Kennex Estate. "Hey, does this technically refer to -me-? Am I mourning myself?"

Mira comments softly to Ferrando as she glances sidelong at him, "I mourn you all the time. Usually your intellect, but sometimes your sense of taste, too." The redhead in the green cloak swishes aside a bit playfully, despite her oh-so-serious expression and sad tone.

Grinning, Ford hands the book off to a servant, "So enjoy some booze and pool instead. There's crab." He waggles his eyebrows. Then he turns towards Abbas, "Abbas! Once every one gets nice and proper drunk, we're gonna do some pool chicken. So the ladies can try to drown us. So prepare yourself." Ford then moves himself at the bottom of the stairs that lead out to the pool to greet anyone that arrives.

With the success of the last pool party, Selene seems quite unwilling to miss the next in the series. Again, she's dressed in colors to match the theme, seagreens and blues tightly shrouding her curves. Since Ferrando has showed up as well, she walks up right near behind him and peers over his shoulder at the memorial, and then wonders, "Are they going to offer you a chance at a rematch? It only seems sporting." Still, that question posed, her gaze flits about to identify potential sources of mischief or poolside fun. Oh, there's Dagon again. Hopefully his wife forgave him the last party!

    "PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTA----" Katarina doesn't get to complete her demand, nor the threat to ensue, as Victus manages to snatch hold of her and raise her in the air before she's thrown into the waters. For such a petite thing, he makes a massive splash, especially as she kicks up frm the surface to glare at the high lord's back. "You -- " Eurusi is always a graceful way to call a man out of his name without him knowing exactly what was said. "I'll win next time!"

Titania moves over to stand near Ford smiling, "It seens like a good turn out so far Marquis." she looks around spotting Abbas, she pats Fors arm and heads in his direction. "Prince Abbas, may I have a moment I wish to speak with you on a matter. It will only take a moment of your time." she smiles looking to him.

Desiree nods to Ford. "Thank you. I do think I will." She goes to help herself to a drink. She then finds a spot to sit.

Desiree has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

"Radiant Selene." Ford says with a dip of his head as she arrives, "Thank you so much for coming. It's a pleasure to have you. Help yourself to food and drink, and please.. be sure to try the new Kennex Vodka. It's vanilla flavored." He winks.

Ferrando glances over his shoulder at Selene with a grin. "Ah, hello Radiant. And I'd hope not! It's sort of entirely against the point of an armistice to have everybody start up the war again when they arrive, you know," he points out cheerfully. He glances towards the pool at the sound of Katarina going sploosh. "On the other hand, maybe there's still the opportunity to start an entirely new pool war with all new contestants," he admits.

Fatima ending up by the table with the glasses the princess has poured herself some of that good ole Kennex vodka. Sipping from it for a moment she gives a bit of a nod in approval. Meandering away now that she was properly watered she makes her way over to where Lord Turo had just ditched his clothes for some swimwear. Gesturing to his shorts she tries not to laugh. "Did, are...you're going to swim in those? Lord Admiral come now. I am sure you have something cuter than that." Her finger slips between his skin and the shorts, tugging on it playfully.

If looks could kill there would be a puddle of viscera where Food stood. "Fine. Introduce me." She motions to Abbas as Ford speaks to the man, long braid flipping back over her shoulder in reply to the motion. "Then I'll get something to drink."

Fatima has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Dagon has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Dagon isn't going to step up and volunteer his services to the Radiant, if they're not being demanded, that's for sure! No, his enjoyment of the pool party is generally of the low-key sort, watching as people are thrown in the water and the like. Once he secures a drink, he goes to claim one of the lounge chairs. That looks suitably relaxing and unlikely to get him in any trouble.

Abbas spots his sister amongst the crowd and the Warlord takes a moment while she is in search of glasses to go over and tug her into the shelter of an arm. He rumbles into her ear for a moment and lingers there before he withdraws. A glass of Setarco Fire seems to be his first mission. The Warlord queues up in his mind the Kennex Brand Vanilla Vodka though to be sure. Pool chicken brings about a grin from the man and he flashes his blunt white teeth towards Ford. "You need to line up shots if you want me to shoulder some for the sport of chicken.." And Abbas moves to Titania as she calls him over.. "Of course, how can I help you?"

Mira blinks, her comment to Ferrando completely ignored. Looking a little surprised, she tilts her head a bit and turns to wander over to the food tables, peering at what's been catered for the event. If there is crab, shrimp, lobster, anything, she'll take one of each. Maybe two crab legs. Maybe three.

Melinda looks over to Katarina as she calls out and she chuckles before she takes a few glasses into her hand before she turns gracefully, unsure if she wants to be in the water she perches at the edge of the pool and she slips off her shoes. Her legs settle in the water as she pulls her seasilk into her fingers.

Waving to those few who he's recognized, Victus greets the rest of his family from the pool and acquaintances as well. Fatima, Dagon and Abbas get whistles and grins from blood to blood, Melinda and Titania waves and hollers, Selene and Isabeau both receive nods of greeting toward them as well. "High society joining us here tonight." Victus comments aloud, a sweeping gesture toward the Radiant Selene as well as those gathered Valardin royalty. "Fuckin' pool partys, damn popular apparently."

"Princess Isabeau." Ford says in greeting, "Glad you come come, you're welcome to food, drinks, and the pool. I only ask that you take advantage of all three in significant proportion. There's also a new flavor of Kennex Vodka that I'm certain you'll love."

Titania smiles at Abbas, "Thank you, your highness." she moves off a bit away from the group, she looks to Victus smiling and waving to him then turns back to Abbas lowering her voice as they speak.

"Ooooh, that sounds lovely," Selene purrs back at Ford, suitably pleased by their host's hospitality. She will, in fact, allow herself to sample the vodka, although she does so in small, measured sips. As she's considering the drink, she looks back to Ferrando and pouts. "But that's... well, boring, isn't it? How am I to be entertained if the brave sailors aren't stripping down and leaping into the pool to do battle?" Then she turns back toward Ford, just to comment: "This is wonderful, by the way. I like the sweetness at the end." And though Victus' shouted, somewhat raucous greetings are a little more distant, she still turns back and dips her head in an echo of his greeting. "Well, it's just the thing for the season, isn't it? Sometimes it's nice to get out to enjoy a swim."

Isabeau's arrival is made will little fanfare, no escort, and no guards. One might hardly wonder if the woman was even nobility at all, but the silver signet ring she wears marks her out to those of keen eye. Perhaps, too, her slightly stiff posture and careful carriage. It has been some times since the Valardin princess has ventured into the Thrax ward... and never to this particular part of it. She pauses to take in the chaotic scene, blue eyes searching, until she hears her name called out. "My lord," she replies to Ford, finding her smile easily. "It is a pleasure. I'll do my best."

Ferrando also squints at Mira. "Look, if this wreath's mourning me, it's mourning you too because as I recall you didn't win either," he points out. "C'mon back over here! I'll introduce you to my boss." He turns back to Selene with a slight smirk. "Now now, if a pool war erupted at -every- pool party they wouldn't be as special," he observes lightly. "Have you met my cousin Mira? She's recently come to Arx and brought her law practice with her."

Desiree takes a look at the others nearby. "There are certainly a lot of people here. It's already quite the party." She gives a wave to Isabeau. "It's wonderful to see you here. It's been a while since I've seen you."

Katarina finds easy purchase on the ledge of the pool, quiet words of good humor exchanged between herself and Victus for a short interim. The young Eurusi turns and raises her hand in arching wave toward Dagon, Turo, and Fatima amidst a crowd of vaguely familiar nobility. "My lords, and Princess Fatima! It's good to see you again. Have you tried this vanilla vodka Marquis Kennex has been speaking of? I only just became accustomed to the last batch, and here he is with a new bottle to regale us all with again." Her dimpled smile blossoms with infectious warmth toward Titania and Ford shortly, as well as Isabeau when she sees her cousin mingled amongst the crowd.

The Warlord of Thrax makes his way out from the main crowd. And arm around Titania's waist as he moves out of the way to talk to her for a moment. His head bows and he leans in and exchanges words with her. There is a flash of a brief smile and the caliginous eyes of Abbas linger just a moment on the woman.

Mira wanders back over when Ferrando calls to her. She's holding a plate of rare seafood from the Mourning Isles, which only exposes her arm from under the folded green cloak she's wearing from throat to floor. Bowing very slightly with a warm smile to Selene, Mira nods, "I sent a messenger about potentially taking lessons at the Whisper House, but I never got a reply. Good to see you again, Most Radiant." Mira looks down at her plate and starts to lift it when she blinks, looking from it to her cloak and back, as if suddenly realizing she doesn't have two hands free with the cloak closed...

Melinda smiles to Victus as he swims, and she chuckles a little "well it looks so far only you are brave enough to swim in the Kennex sea's" She laughs as she watches them and she splashes her feet in the pool the water moving over her calves as she enjoys the water without actually swimming.

Fatima gives her brother a bit of a mischievous look but nods her head. Moving away from the table she strips off the sheer silk sunbathing robe. Her dusky skin started soaking up the rays as she moves closer to Katarina,"Princess Katarina it's good to see you my lovely." She says a few words of greeting to her in Eurusi, laughing about the way she took Victus' revenge like a champ. "You going to let my cousin get away with that?" She taps Turo's arm and gestures at the pool. "Get in my Lord. Go...noodle or do something scandalous and exciting."

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

Seeing that Ford is busy playing host Mikani moves off to find a seat off to the side somewhere away from the larger gatherings of people, grabbing a glass of gin on her way. She settles at wicker couch and simple people watches.

Ford casually wanders over to the pool, taking a huge drink, killing his glass entirely. As he hands it off the empty glass to a passing servant. He scans the crowd for someone foolish enough to walk past him.

Mikani has joined the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Dagon lifts his hand in response to Katarina, showing off the glass he picked up en route to the lounge area. "It's pretty good," he answers her. And it seems there's some discussion around the chairs which he answers a little more loudly, "I might swim a bit at some point, though this all," and he sweeps an arm around the lounge area, "is rather comfortable. Maybe I need some persuasion. Plus, it looks like there's a shark in the pool."

"Oh, no, I don't think so," Selene offers in the negative, shaking her head at her favorite bodyguard and bouncer (Ok, her only one of those things, but still her favorite). "It's lovely to meet you, Mira. And I'm quite sorry about that. I've been frankly... ah, somewhat swamped with messengers this week, over some important business I may be conducting on behalf of the crown." She pauses, thoughtful, and then continues, "You know I have studied a little bit of law myself, hmm, not so much to practice in the court but so that I am familiar with the terminology when it comes up in the course of diplomatic matters. I do find it quite fascinating! What was it you were interested in studying? I would be quite happy to take you on at the house, of course, as time permits. You're family of family and thus family yourself!"

Ferrando seems quite pleased that Mira has brought him a plate of food. After all, it must be for him because she apparently lacks sufficient free hands to eat anything on it. "Hey, thanks. Best cousin ever!" he declares cheerfully as he helps himself to roughly half the plate of food at one go. "Looking for etiquette lessons, hmm? It's about time you set aside the literacy and the rhetoric and the legal arguments and became a member of proper society," he adds approvingly before starting to chow down on the shrimp.

Mira looks like she is about to angrily protest the theft of her food plate, but Mira just slowly withdraws her hand back into the green cloak, instead. Her quiet glaring at Ferrando is interrupted by Selene, however, and Mira bobs her head lightly, red bangs bouncing. "Nothing important, really... I'll stop by the Whisper House some time to go over the details." She beams, eyes closed with a bright smile, as she tilts her head aside, "And if you need any help in your dealings for the crown, just let me know. I am an excellent organizer."

Ford meanders over to the food, grabbing himself some stone crab to nibble on while he watches everyone, looking for anyone he hasn't greeted yet.

Titania is of to the side of the maine group talking with Abbas in a lowered voice.

Rickard has left the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Asheryn, a Gyrfalcon have been dismissed.

Ferrando depletes the food plate of its contents with semi-alarming efficiency. "Excellent taste in picking seafood, too," he adds helpfully.

Regla arrives at the party with a half-finished bottle of rum in one hand, the pleasant smile of someone who actually did consume that missing half a bottle of rum on her face.

Mira just resumes glowering quietly at Ferrando, her eyebrows in a line and her eyes half-closed in displeasure.

Some people are far easier to pick out in a crowd. People like Katarina, for instance, who Isabeau manages to notice amoung those first and foremost, waving at the other woman and heading in her direction. Also, people like Abbas, who the princess spies as she crosses his path and lends a little duck of her chin in acknowledgement. And, of course, one can hardly miss Victus, either, as High Lords are almost always the most heavily guarded and eagerly mobbed. "Your Highness. My lord," announces the blonde Valardin as she meets with Fatima, Dagon, and her own adopted kinswoman. "This is all... quite something."

Abbas spends a few minutes with Titania and he exchanges quiet words with her for the duration of their conversation. As they speak Abbas is preparing himself for the pool in a casual disregard for standards of decency. The bronze ink riddle and 'Salt Life' abdomen inked Bastard's Butcher takes a towel and ties it around his waistline. Normally he would strut around without a care in the world but he had not been drinking all day to his shame. The scar riddle man once prepared for the pool he makes his way back towards the table but not before giving Titania a wink and a grin. Dark eyes find Isabeau and the man looks her up and down before giving her a thumbs up sign in passing, "You should play chicken." He suggests in cryptic tone before he wanders off. The Warlord sports Mikani and her isolation and seeks her out. The dreadlocked Reaver Prince leans in and starts to converse quietly with her to make an introduction. He had caught her comment to Ford briefly. Abbas finishes his glass of the spicy liquor and holds the empty glass in hand.

Ford spots Abbas as he heads towards Mikani at the wicker couches. He gives the Warlord a series of hand signals that anyone not in the know would think Ford was just having a twitchy hand. But really, those signals were telling Abbas to wrangle that lady to the pool. Right? At least that's what Ford thought he said. Whatever, he's gonna get drunk and get in the water.

Ford has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Desiree shrugs when Isabeau doesn't notice her. It is very crowded after all. She instead just enjoys her drink and makes conversation with those nearby.

After scanning the faces she spots her brother, the bottle in her hand is lifted in greeting before she starts to wind her way towards where he's sitting. "Hello my favorite sibling." Regla greets when she's within semi-polite speaking distance, moving to pass him the bottle of rum before she reaches out towards Fatima, wiggling her fingers, "Hug."

Regla has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

"Of course dear, whenever you have a moment." And then, thoughtful at the young woman's offer of help, Selene nonetheless explains: "I doubt it's anything you can really assist me in, unfortunately. It is a diplomatic matter, and one outside of the Compact, so our law will likely have a limited... relevance. But do not fret, I am in good hands. I will look forward to seeing you come by." All of this said, she looks from Mira and Ferrando over toward other areas of the party. "I feel like getting up to trouble. Shall I swim? Or go embarass a Thrax? You'd think they'd be harder to embarass, actually, but last time it was rather quite easy!"

Melinda smiles a bit as she watches those swimming before her eyes look over to Abbas and she laughs softly, shaking her head slightly as she looks over Ford as his fingers wrangle and she decides to draw her legs out of the water.. hopefully safe as she tips her bottle to her lips and she eases herself away from the waters edge. That could be dangerous.

Titania looks up and around after she and Abbas are done speaking, she looks to see where everyone is and she moves about to start greet everyone.

Ford stands at the edge of the pool, looking down into the water as Victus tries to drown Katarina in a torrential wave. He's getting in, don't worry. Man's just gonna finish his drink before hand.

Titania spots Ford near the edge of the pool and grins evily, heading in his direction she gets behind him and gives him a ferm push and then continues on her way.

Katarina bursts into soft laughter at Victus, her arm coming up to shield her face from the tide of water sent crashing down over her. She spurts out a mouthful of water, heavy lashes wrenched shut briefly to wipe the excess from her face. "Well then," she snickers, bringing her hand up to smooth back her hair. "--- Shouldn't be too hard, no?" The girl twists to look up at her cousin, Isabeau, when she hears her voice. "I am glad you've come! I've been meaning to talk to you, to see if you might wish to come. Aside from Marian, you're the only one who comes out to random events like this."

Mikani turns to face Abbas as he approaches and so clearly doesn't see Ford on the other side of her making the 'suggestion' that she be moved to the pool. She looks up at the man, giving him her full attention, and offers him a smile. "Afternoon."

Abbas has joined the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Mira nods, looking to Selene, "I recommend embarrassing a Thrax. They're surprisingly difficult to fluster, at least in my experience." She glances sidelong at the pool warily, eyes narrowed. "I.../could/ go swimming... I've been practicing since the Battle of Pravus Pool." But then she smiles back to Selene, "And I am familiar with many sorts of laws, Radiant Whisper." She nods a bit, bangs fluffed above her eyes. "Let me know if you run into trouble." And then she turns and wanders off, peering down at the pool from a safe distance.

Fatima will spot her favorite Sword of Navegant striding into the pool party, with excitement and a bit of a sultry look she of course opens her arms and embraces her. Hugging her tightly and showering the woman with kisses all over her face. "Good to see you again love. Come sit with us....the boys are getting naked." She leans in close to mock whisper,"For our entertainment of course." What she didn't mention is that Lord Turo was one of the lovely victims of her incessant flirtations.

The instant that Ford felt hands on his back, his eyes shut and he emit the smallest sigh of defeat. He resigned himself to his fate as he was hurled by gravity into the pool. To his credit, he made a fantastic splash when he hit the water. Shame about his drink though.

Ferrando taps his chin thoughtfully, mulling over Selene's question. "It's not necessarily an either-or proposition. But I'm always in favor of meeting new people, myself!" he notes sunnily. "However, I think I'd better go see about singing the pool armistice before I start to drink too he-- ah, to enjoy the festivities." He pokes Mira lightly before she gets too far away. "You'd better, too! You were a warring party yourself. It's important to know going forward that we won't show up somewhere and start swinging noodles around." He gives Selene an encouraging have-fun! sort of wave as he heads off.

The Warlord of Thrax undoes the towel around his waist and he goes to sprawl out along the wicker couch to soak up the lingering warmth of the summer sun before he swims. He leans in and starts conversing with the woman near him.

Melinda has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Selene points over at Dagon, whatever he's up to over at the lounge chairs with friends and family. "That one was a pretty easy mark. I don't know, maybe I picked a strange exception. I'm pretty sure the Highlord would be a difficult target, as the last time he just sort of patted me on the head like I was a puppy. Though he was very drunk." Then she looks over at Fatima, who seems to be up to her own effortsm and between the various Valardin princesses. "Maybe one of the ladies!" The wheels are turning.

This was the second time Ford's went in the drink fully clothed at a pool party. When he pops his head back up and shakes the water out of his hair before slicking it back he shakes his fist, "Damn you. It's going to be way too hard to get these clothes off now!"


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A shadow appears in the room, and then splits into a dozen different shadows, that all start to sing as a ghostly chorus, "Into the tunnels, down the stairs. Through the halls, before the Throne. Bow low, bow low, if you hope to go home." The shadows then turn to move into the tunnels.
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Breathing some bubbles beneath the surface of the pool, Victus comes to rest his arms atop the ledge and pull his behemoth body up to look toward Katarina's target. He recognizes the Valardin princess and gives her a quick holler as well. He might have had a few drinks already. "Ah, Isabeau. Haven't seen ya' since the Rite of Gloria. Come to join Ford's harem?"

Melinda moves over to the lounge area and she hands Fatima one of the bottle before she chuckles a little and moves her dress over her knees. "I brought you some wine." she says as she hands her some before she smiles softly to Edward, "Did you bring your swim wear?" she asks to him as she looks to the pool with doubious eyes.

Ford wipes some of the water from his face, "I don't have a harem Victus. They don't produce profit."

"Are you sure you don't," Katarina calls over to Ford jestingly, splashing him with a wave of her own with a kicked foot.

Titania looks to Ford grinning sticking her tongue out at the Marquis and spots Edward a smile coming to her face and moves in his direction. "Edward." she says befoore she gets to him letting him know she is approching.

Edward glances to Melinda now that he is sans clothes at the sitting area with the Admiral and he laughs, "Swim wear? Is that a thing?" he gives her a grin and thne he motions her to join them in the area.

Mira squeaks when she is poked! Hopping aside with a bounce, Mira scowls at her fellow Artiglio as he wanders off in another direction. Trying not to draw a lot of attention, Mira quietly unclasps her green cloak and lets it drop to her ankles. She's wearing a pair of black triangles up top and a narrow little thong bikini down below, and the lawyer girl doesn't even glance around before immediately swan diving deep into the pool. Down she goes, shooting under the water.

Mika's attention is stolen from Abbas as she hears Ford cursing Titania. She looks at the man and laughs a little before she returns her attention to Abbas.

Mira has joined the Large rectangular pool.

No, Turo and Edward are not over by the lounge chairs. Stripping. Not at all, they wouldn't do things like that. Ever. No, not them.

    Vengefully, @me drops down into the pool to begin kicking plumes of water at Ford with an exasperated squeal. "Take that, Kennex!"

Isabeau arrives poolside in time to catch at least part of the Thraxian High Lord's wave on the hem of her dress. Katarina got the worst of it, of course, and it doesn't make the trueborn princess cry out so much as step aside. So much for her silk shoes. Rather than present any protest, Isabeau simply steps out of her footwear, leaving the little blue slippers someplace they won't readily be tripped over, and then returns poolside, hiking up the damp hem of her skirt to take up a seat where she can put her feet in the water and talk a while. Surely, this won't tempt calamity. "I believe Lord Ford has all the attention he requires, your Grace. He needs none of mine," she replies, mild as milk, even in spite of the splashing battle underway.

"None!?" Ford says half in water half above it as he's working on his clothes, "That's a bit of an exaggeration, Princess, I think."

Desiree gives Edward and Turo another smile, as she stands and dresses down to her own swim wear. She then makes her way into the pool. She swims closer to Ford and the others. "I thought it was time to join all of you. It is a pool party after all."

Desiree has left the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Desiree has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Isabeau has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Ferrando meanders about a little looking around for a real proper armistice to sign. He racks up a generous cup of vodka and some crab legs but otherwise seems a bit stymied as he returns to Selene. "Seems I'm off the hook as far as formal diplomatic ceremony goes. I'm a little disappointed, I was really looking forward to something to sign! Alas, maybe next pool war." He glances at the cup before lifting it with a little salute! and having a gulp. "But I really don't think you can go wrong either way, Radiant. I think I'll be catching a little sun on the couches for now. Have fun!"

Dagon starts getting up as well, and at the very least removes his vest and starts loosening the laces down the front of his silk shirt. Whether that counts as stripping in full, well, it's early to tell.

Ferrando has joined the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Abbas speaks with Mikani sprawled out on the couch. The conversation seems pleasant enough and at one point the naked Reaver Prince stands and offers her an arm.

Selene does spot a whole bunch of Thrax lords stripping, to whatever degree, so that's always a good start to things. She fingerwaves goodbye to faithful Ferrando, and starts over toward the general group that seems variously poised between undressing and getting in the pool. She takes a sauntering route along the edge of the water itself, silks fluttering and making her look like some sea nymph on a mission, which may only be partially untrue.

Selene has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Katarina has left the Large rectangular pool.

Katarina has joined the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Titania looks around as it seems Edward is busy, she breaths deeply perhaps all of this is over whelming her. She closes her eyes a moment and just breaths deeply getting hself to relax. Her Ocean blue eyes look around again and she moves to sit at the pool side with her feet in the water.

Carita picks up Awakening.

Carita picks up Consumption.

Carita picks up untitled painting.

Abbas shouts over at Titania, "Get in the pool."

Victus looks far less than remorseful at Isabeau's dress. If anything he's proud from the mischievous grin that spread over his face in the moments after the fact. "True enough, the Marquis is a popular playboy." He tilts his head toward Ford with a snort. "Ladies can always be profitable, Marquis. You just need to find the one with the looser morals." That bit of talk aside, Victus also raises from the pool, his robes damp and dripping. He moves for the moment to join his cousins at the table, hoisting up his bottle of rum. Thankfully, it hadn't been watered down!

Fatima is overheard praising Selene for: For her voracious appetite and delicious harassment!

Mikani rises to her feet and strips down right after looking at Abbas like she might try to escape him. Once clear of clothing the naked woman takes the Prince's arm.

Ford moves through the water like a shark zeroing in on it's prey once Titania dangles her feet in the pool. She knows. And if she doesn't. shame on her. He pulls her right in after popping out of the water.

Victus has left the Large rectangular pool.

Victus has joined the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Titania has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Turo has left the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Carita has arrived just in time. Or so it seems. The Darkwater Voice considers the shenanigans with an exceedingly mild - bordering on the deadpan - expression, carefully lifts her skirts above the ankle, and she strides quickly to avoid the mess entirely. On the way she pauses to take up a full glass of Setarco gold. Then, once she has taken a drink of that lovely spicy-sweet wine she considers her seating options. "Good evening," she murmurs. Polite, if about as warm as an ice floe. "I am making it known that if anyone even considers ruining my silks by throwing my person into the pool, I shall be most inconvenienced."

Her conversation partners in the pool now departed, the blonde Valardin princess doesn't take long to make her own leave, lifting her wet legs from the water and finding her full height after a moment's pause. Perhaps what this evening needs is... drink. And there's certainly plenty of it for Isabeau to chose from. And, so it is, she makes her way over to where the various bottles and cups are kept to give the inventory some serious study.

Isabeau has left the Large rectangular pool.

Abbas slides his hand over the fingers of Mikani when she takes his arm. And the escorts to the edge of the pool. He stops in their tour of the backyard to snatch some vodka for each of them. He downs his glass and then gives it to a servant and once they are at the edge of the pool. The Warlord will move into the water carefully and he will then reach up and offer a hand to guide the woman in. Dark eyes take in the body of Mikani but not in that checking out ass sort of way. It's a different sort of look that takes in the scars and other stories the body tells. Once she is in the pool he rumbles, "I'll be back in a moment, need to stir some shit up..."

Turo has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Abbas checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 31 higher.

Carita has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Mikani has left the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Mikani has joined the Large rectangular pool.

There's a buck nekkid Turo moving from the lounge chairs to head to the pool. Then he starts running at it, leaping off the ledge of the pool to take a flying cannonball into the water. Good way to make an impression, that.

Titania lets out a yelp when he is pulled in she was a bit distracked and did not see Ford there! Under she goes her dress floating up to the top first then a moment later she does slicking back her hair the young woman is naked. She splashes Ford with her hand, if anyone looks they can see some bruising on her side from the ribs down its starting to fade but its there.

Desiree has left the Large rectangular pool.

2 House Wyrmguard Guards leaves, following Desiree.

Mikani grabs some of the vodka and follows Abbas to the pool. Though she tries to hide it the assessment of her body does get her to avert her eyes and her cheeks to darken. "Okay, I'll still be right here." She sinks slowly into the water, adjusting to the temperature before she ends up in the water up to her neck.

Abbas makes his way towards the side of the house and he sizes it up a moment. With the grace of the Salt the nude bronze self-proclaimed noodle God scales the house until he stands atop the roof with a shit-eating grin. Abbas spreads his arms and declares to those below with a thunderous bellow, "I am the chicken King of this pool." He growls, "My sister and I shall forever forth hold the title of Chicken Pool Gods of Kennex unless there is a pair brave enough to test our fucking metal." The Warlord leans down and grabs a bottle from a reaver. He tilts his head back and guzzles some rum before he backs up on the roof. The man eyes the distance to the pool and targets those near the chairs, "THE GOD TAKES HIS THRONE NOW AND AWAITS HIS CHALLENGE!" And with that he unceremoniously finished the bottle. He sets it down to remain on the roof and he goes for a thundering before its time CANNONBALL. Floppy dangly bit do their thing in flight towards doom. The impact of which sends a mountainous volume of water from the pool in a huge /SPLASH/ in all directions. Time to get wet.

Abbas has left the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Abbas has joined the Large rectangular pool.

The raven-haired princess enters the shop with a smooth, easy stride. She makes her way into the patio, her crimson silks sensually clinging to sultry curves and slender waist. This evening she wear her long dark waves ins soft curls swept stylishly up and held into place with a set of stylish silver hair pins. The little vixen pauses a moment to get her bearings and glances over to see Ford off to her side and smiles brightly. "Good afternoon," she offers brightly with a warm incline of head. "I am so very sorry for being late. I was detained." There is a glance to the pools and a little look of amusment.

Regla has left the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Valencia claims this (and so the anonymous posing beign *facepalms*)

Rum handed over to Edward, Regla sheds her own clothes and leaves them in a pile by the lounge chairs before she starts to head towards the pool. No fancy diving or anything, but she does zero in on where her brother has gotten to so that she can end up near him.

Regla has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Ford coughs and spits water once the damage of the nuclear cannon ball has swayed, "Right, Abbas. Pick your partner."

Mira is suddenly one of the most modestly dressed swimmers in the pool, and her eyebrows lift at this turn of events. Glancing about as the pool still sloshes and rocks from the dual trebuchet shots from Abbas and Turo, Mira hmms softly, treading water.

Ford sticks his arm out of the pool and waves to Valencia, "Valencia! Hi! Grab a drink, some food, or just hop in the pool."

Oh rum renewed! Edward lifts the bottle to Regula as she heads off and he considers her a moment before he turns his attention back to those at the sitting area. He lifts the bottle up and pours as much of it as he can into his glass before setting it on the table.

No shit. There Isabeau Valardin was, browsing booze at a Thraxian pool party when, like, all of the water suddenly evacuated the pool and everyone within the area was suddenly soaking wet. Now, make no mistake, when Abbas begins to make his rum-fueled declaration, the blonde princess leaves her waffling over wodka behind to pay heed... while doing everything in her proper power not to look on wide-eyed in the process. But, when the Thraxian prince leaps into the pool, her realization as to the consequences of this action fall several second short such that she can only manage to turn to the side to get soaked rather than take a faceful of the water. Mercifully, she'd not yet poured herself a drink that would now be ruined. So, there's... that, at least.

Melinda looks over to the water and she chuckles before she shakes her head to Fatima "I do not think I really should." she says as she watches the beauty raise up from her lap.. Alas. Her dark eyes look over to Edward and she shifts a bit closer to him. "What do you think brother?" she asks him softly, her eyes inquiring of her hous's chamberlin

The cooks still manning the grill, which is steaming and sizzling from a good splash of water are miffed. They're peeved, even.

Valencia smiles to Ford offers a gracous nod, turning to seek out a drink. A very large one. Moving to across the deck she quickly finds what she is seeking, takes a sip, and turns back to scan the boistrous crowd to find safe harbour to start this journey in. The adventures have just begun it would seem with the activities in the pool.

Abbas comes to surface with wet dreadlocks and a shit-eating grin that won't quit. The Warlord wades to the shallow end of the water and gives his sister a time to saddle up and do the fam-damily proud look. And lets be honest. You had to be really fucked up to do his family proud. The murder blanket turned holy roller offers a flash of blunt whites, "Topless." He rumbles and important nugget of not official rules but Thraxian now official rules. The Warlord looks over to the now wet Isabeau and (lets face it many others) looks her up and down. He tosses her a wink as he crouches and prepares Fatima to mount his muscled shoulders in preparation for battle. Sibling doom aways those who dare contest. And he waits to see who Ford produces in challenge to their God of the Pool supremacy.

Ford shakes his head, "Don't be ridiculous Mira, you're an expert. You just don't know it yet." Then he sees that Regla has already mounted Turo, and Abbas was preparing with Fatima, "So Abbas and Fatima vs Turo and Regla first then?"

Valencia has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Fatima clambers up onto her brothers shoulders gracefully. Still in her silk shift swimsuit, granted she was going to take it off until he convinced her to come play. "Let's do this Abbas, we have it...." Then she eyes the competition and pouts. "No fair! Turo has to ride Regla's shoulders! This is blasphemy!" Clearly she didn't want to go up against the blasted Sword of Navegant.

Mira glares across the way at Abbas' declaration of a new rule, and Mira's eyebrows lift high, pointing over at the Warlord, "If you want topless, you'll have to win." Still glaring, Mira turns her cold blue eyes back to Ford, "Lets smash them." She points down a bit, for Ford to duck so she can mount up. Someone's going to war.

Oh no, Mika wasn't getting involved in this chicken mess. She made her way to the edge of the pool and pulled her naked butt out and onto the side, feet still dangling in. She shook her head and and watched as people got ready to begin.

Abbas checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 35 higher.

Glass in hand, the little vixen moves to take a seat to better watch the pool battles begin, curious to see how this works. She arrives and offers a warm smile to those present and lounging. "Do you mind if I join you?" she ask with a smile, dark eye quickly flicking to the pool as the battle begins.

Valencia claims that

Turo spits out water when Regla pulls him down, popping up a moment after. "You bitch." he shoves the Sword. Uh oh, they're going into sibling mode. WHich is their usual mode when they're together. He looks Regla over, realizing his sister is naked and that she'll have to sit on his shoulders. "This is far closer than I ever wanted to be to you. Ugh, *fine*. But we're never speaking of this again." And he'll help heft the woman on his shoulder, trying really hard to not think about the fact that she's naked and reminding himself to wash the back of his neck later.

Turo checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 12 higher.

Regla checked strength + medium wpn at difficulty 10, rolling 34 higher.

Fatima checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 22 higher.

Titania whispers to Ford a grin on her face nodding to him.

There is certainly far more pink in Isabeau's cheeks than there had been before she ended up unceremoniously drenched, but the blonde looks to be keeping its nature somewhat obfuscated as she stands by the booze for a few moments more. Is she embarrassed? Vexed? Hot? Cold? Very slowly, she begins to untie her corseted bodice and climb out of her drenched silk dress, though not unto the bounds of nudity so much as merely into her underclothes. Because Valardin noblewomen wear silk shifts even in the summer. Not that it does much to preserve her modesty, but... apparently... it does enough.

There were people who were competitive and then there were people like Abbas who lived for the challenge. The last time Abbas faced off against Victus in chicken there was blood and bruises on the men. And when the Warlord approaches Turo it might shock to some to see the brutal Thraxian spirit as he takes his foot and stomps on Turo's tootsies to gain favor for his sister. And he leans in and the man bull rushes him and drives his head straight towards the bridge of the nose of Turo. This was serious business.. Thraxian Chicken. Pride was on the line. And the Warlord of Thrax delivers with brutality.

Abbas has left the Large rectangular pool.

Victus has left the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Selene, having been undressed by a certain Princess, follows her toward the pool (where she is rather quickly being hoisted up for some aquatic combat). The Radiant isn't a terribly capable athlete, so there's no move to join the festivities, but she does slip down over the edge of the pool and lowers herself into the water, breathing out a soft sigh and looking back toward where the last few men remain. "Joining us?"

Isabeau has joined the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Mira shouts, pumping a fist in the air from where she is treading water near Ford, her warmount. "Come on Abbas!! Kick their ass so I can kick yours!" The redhead in the black bikini whistles sharply before folding her arms under her chest, glaring as she watches the battle unfold.

Ferrando waves to Selene. "I'm sufficiently sober to provide whatever sitting platform the rules of this aquatic battle require if necessary, Radiant!" he calls over confidently.

Ford turns and lifts himself up on the edge of the pool, arms on the coping as he gestures for a drink. When some battle juice is put into his hand, he tips his head back and gulps that shit down on the spot, then sliding the glass away.

For Turo being broad-chested and full of knotted muscle, he is not the specimen that Abbas is, but at least he knows how to hold his ground. He takes the blow from the headbutt and the slam to his feet, withstanding the assault. His nose is suddenly bloodies, but he just grins a bit to it. "First blood to you, Prince." They aren't called Shellbacks for nothing. Tough ones, the Navegants. And he's more than happy to drill a knee into the Warlord's thigh, going for a particular bundle of nerves, throwing his weight into his hooked elbow with Regla's leg into the other man's shoulder on the same side.

Darrow enters the back patio area, his shoulders thrown back but his cowl pulled forwards. He, fully clothed, looks down at the splashing and cavorting in the pool, and at all the fun everyone's having. He frowns.

Melinda has taken her purple silks off and has handed them to Edward to keep.. folding them up so they sit casually beside him and then the woman, looks to the pool and draws a breath and she too joins the naked waters... because peer pressure...

Melinda has left the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Selene has left the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Mira spots Darrow and frowns right back at him, mirroring the expression. She doesn't even appear to be mocking him. She's wearing a black thong bikini in the pool, arms folded, which makes her one of the most clothed people here.

Melinda has joined the Large rectangular pool.

Carita quietly sizes up the current round's participants in pool part game, expression carefully composed. Another sip of wine, and her sea-blue eyes flick toward the newly entered Knight of Sorrows. The Admiral of Apathy. Darrow of the Frown. She raises her glass in greeting toward the other Darkwater.

Regla's feet reach back to tuck around Turo's back to better anchor herself on his shoulders, and she ignores any comment about other things so that she's ready for the Thraxian siblings when they come into range. When Fatima is within her grasp she leans forward to grab for Fatima's hair with one hand, and drive her other hand into the Princesses ribs.

Fatima opens her mouth in shock that Regla of all people was a filthy hair grabber! Smacking her hand away she does indeed catch the hand in the ribs. Giving the other woman a dangerous glare she simply laughs. "How even dare." Repositioning herself she tries her best not to topple off of her brother's shoulders. Gyrating her hips in a fine balancing act. "Mangata be merciful and strike this wretch down!" Fatima was all laughs and boisterous yells.

"Oh, I don't know," Selene demures at Ferrando's offer, although she will drag herself along the edge of the pool toward him, occasionally turning to doggy-paddle a bit instead. "I mean, if you really want a partner, I'd be happy to offer. But ah, I'm sure I'm no match at all for any of the Thrax women. So really, it would just be me riding you a bit while being slapped and battered." Which uh, probably still sounds somewhat appealing!

Abbas checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 30 higher.

Turo checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 16 higher.

Fatima checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 10 higher.

Regla checked strength + medium wpn at difficulty 10, rolling 37 higher.

To bewbs and chicken glory...

The beautiful thing about Thraxian chicken was that everyone wins except Darrow who just frowns. (Except when its m00bs vs. m00bs unless that's your thing and lets be honest who does not want to see Abbas and Victus topless on the backs of women battling it out?) Abbas growls as he comes into conflict with Turo. Smarting from the blow to his thigh Abbas reaches down and he goes for the dirty. He gets and underwater handful and distracts Turo from giving his sister with every edge. "Turo.." Abbas rumbles as he twists, "I feel like I owe you fucking dinner now.." *BROW WAGGLE*

Katarina has left the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Quiet, a Valardin champion have been dismissed.

Woody, an infantile Northern white-faced owl with soft gray plumage have been dismissed.

Mira glances over at Ford, "Um...are they fighting or flirting? If someone gets bent over, I'm fleeing, just so you know."

Ford lowers his brow and scrunches his face, "I'll be right behind you."

Mira slaps Ford's shoulder, "Word choice!"

Ford frowns at being hit, then laughs softly, "Not that close."

Ferrando shakes his head lightly to Selene. "Oh, I thought it seemed like you were interested in taking a turn," he notes lightly as he regards the pool. "I wasn't looking to enter myself. It seems like it's more like an event for the riders than the carriers, I think?" He watches the goings-on curiously, having another nip of his vodka.

    Mikani watches the game with an amused expreasion on her face. The expression shifts when Abbas starts to play dirty. "Oh man, I haven't seen these sorts of shenanigans in years."

*That* was not NOT what Turo was expecting. And he does jostle Regla who rides on his shoulder, wincing, even with an accompanying eye twice. "Your tits aren't big enough." he coughs, taking a moment to make sure he's not going to puke in the pool from the sudden urge to do so having to suddenly get the coin purse griped and played with like a hackey-sack. This really only means there's one thing to do: go for the atomic. Mutually assured destruction, this is brought to Abbas by an equally atomic knee to the twins. Start singing soprano.

Sitting off to the side of festivities in nothing but her sheer silk shift, Isabeau searches out the nearest bottle and looks to pour herself a convenient cup while the pool-bound contest of topless chicken takes a testicular turn. The Valardin princess was probably prepared for some manner of nudity, eventually, but not... this. Thrax, man. Thrax.

Ford shakes his head, "Alright alright, get your hands off the cock'n'balls. Let's have two more contenders!"

"I'd be terrible!" Selene confides to Ferrando. "They all look very tough. And not that I wouldn't mind a good roughing up by a Thraxian princess in the proper circumstances, but..." She laughs. "I think it would be a little undignified. And I'd hate to saddle you with a loss when you'd probably be a very good mount." She winks. "Would your cousin want to play?" Of course, she's happy to watch all the procedings, giggling with what she can barely see and only logically surmise is happening under the water between the two men, while occasionally lifting her gaze to the ah, bouncing above. "I do like this game, though. Maybe we can all play in the pool, some time."

Mira's eyes widen at the brutal knee, and she cringes in sympathy for Abbas. "I think the Noodle King's been deflated..." Her tone a bit weak from the crushing smash, Mira glances over at Ford worriedly. "Remind me never to flirt with the Thrax."

Melinda stayed on the edge of the pool though she was in the water, she looked to the fighting naked men with some stipulation. "Get a room, Highness!" she calls to them both, as she splashes some water - she sinks below the surface and her breasts submurged as she looks from one noble to the other.

"I dare." Regla counters to Fatima, laughing at her with no real worry about what is happening below the water. It's a thought she doesn't want to have, anyways. Instead she goes in for another attack, this time she grabs the princess and tries to shove her backwards off Abbas' shoulders with all her strength.

Ferrando oofs as the tenor of the splashing gets a little, uh, personal. "I think my cousin's on her own," he deadpans to Selene. "That sounds like it might be fun, as long as we institute a 'no strikes below the belt' rule, I think."

Fatima was disarmed by the other woman's declaration of intent. Dammit Regla, was the only thought she had when she loses her balance and topples backwards. Her scream is very very short lived before she hits the surface of the water and sinks beneath the surface of the water. Quickly coming up, she only offers the three of them a sultry pout. Then she screams,"My hair!!! Abbas you were supposed to make sure I didn't fall!" Half swimming, half walking over to him she slaps him on the arm and shoves him before moving towards Turo with a devious look in her eye.

Ford looks to Mira, "Alright, hop on. We're 'bout to get another championship belt." He dunks himself under the water, allowing Mira to get into position.

Mira grumbles, sulking, "But *I* wanted to be the one to take down Abbas..." Grudgingly, Mira swims up and mounts Ford's shoulders, squeezing him a bit as she points forward sharply, causing a bit of a bounce, "CHARGE! RAWR! ...Rawr?" She looks down at the submerged Ford and waggles her knees a bit, as though she had spurs on. "I think mine is broken."

Titania clasps for the winners and losers of that match, she moves to hall herself up onto the edge of the pool she is naked as well and sits there letting her feet dangle of the edge watching Ford and Mira.

Dagon leans forward a bit from his lounge chair, where apparently he's decided on more drinking with Edward and Valencia rather than swimming. But he's definitely watching, and sees Fatima go in. And, well, duh, of course he has to rub it in a bit. "Cousin, you're all wet!"

Melinda has left the Large rectangular pool.

Titania has left the Large rectangular pool.

Bubbles. Abbas goes under and stays under for a good long while. Bubbles. And not the export sort of variety. It's the singing at notes not meant for masculine individuals post puberty. And he is laughing all the while his sister blames him for the loss. He grins to Turo and says, "I turn over my Kennex Chicken Godhood to you, friend." And he then looks to Regla and offers, "And to you,," He looks to Turo and grins, "I invite you to dinner with me at the Estate and some wine." He declares, "At my great expense. Just me.. and my sister.. and,," He looks between the two women and then back to Turo. "..and not him." Because imaginations roam and Abbas was a sore loser for a moment so he'll get over it.

The Reaver Prince offers Mira, "We can battle after the party if you like." And the man then goes then makes his way over to Mikani. He rumbles softly to her before departing and seeking out a bottle of something. The bronze hard-bodied prince searches out some of this new vodka.

Valencia cant't help but look a little smug as the first round goes to Turo and Regla. She tuns back to Edward and smiles again, dark eyes glittering. "I think I may win this little bet after all," she says with a flash of brow and takes a little sip of her drink. "I will stay with Admiral Turo and his lovely sister as my champions as you have suggested. Are we betting on rounds or for full battle?" she asks to clarify.

Ford rises up and flips his wet hair, locking Mira's legs into the undefeatable position. He adjusts her on top of him with a hop or two and then gets ready for his challenger, "Who's up? Who dares challenge me?!"

Mira smiles and waves to Abbas, "Maybe! Depends on if anyone tries flirting with my warsteed here or not." She pats Ford's head affectionately... and then points forward! "Rawr! Charge! I don't care where. Let's find someone to fight!"

Regla's arms lift up in victory as she knocks Fatima off Abbas' shoulders, then she drops her hands to drum an excited little beat on Turo's head before she laughs at the invitation, "Accepted, Your Highness." She then glances at Fatima, offering her a quick grin and a blown kiss before she wonders, "Are we doing this again, or we done?"

Ferrando cheers for Mira. "Go cousin! Don't drown the Marquis!" he calls out boisterously.

Turo hurts. Because Abbas has a strong grip. "Shit, I'm going to be bruised in the morning." He sinks down a little at least to face level to keep breathing, the victory lost on him for the moment. "I give the victory to Regi here. She's the Sword, she just tends to make me look good." But he laughs at the rest, able to take it all in stride. "I just a need moment to recover." he blows a breath, trying to steady himself, seeing Fatima move over twoards him, wondering what trouble she's up to now.

Titania looks to Abbas, "Prince Abbas." she calls over to him when she spots him looking for drink and holds out a bottle of rum in his direction if he would like it. She is sitting on the pools edge near Mikani her feet kicking lightly in the water watching.

"At least once more tonight if the beautiful Princess Fatima and daring Prince Abbas agree. I have a wager in the works and I would see it won," Valencia calls out to Regla with a cheerful smile and a lift of her glass to her.

Mikani watches Abbas go off to find the alcohol and smiles. When Titania sits down next to her she looks to the woman and nods her head. "Lady Titania, hope you are having a good day?"

Ford lifts his hand "C'mon, I need two. Just two people. Anyone."

Mira notes, folding her arms under her breasts. "If no one challenges me, I'm declaring myself Kennex Chicken Goddess and eating all the remaining crab legs, just so you know."

Mira ohhs, "Actually, that sounds like a great idea." She spurrs at Ford, "To the food table, steed!"

Fatima was most definitely a sore loser. Although initially she was going to kick Turo in the jewels and watch them both topple for her amusement, instead she just gives him a peck on the cheek and tugs on his business. "Good game." Says the princess casually before she wanders off to the edge of the pool. Pulling herself up and out, her wet hair was being slowly pulled up into an Eurusi bun that held itself. Interesting trick she had learned years ago. Completely nude one could tell that the princess was athletic, tight toned body with a very slender physique. Laying down on one of the chairs, she begins to work on her tan in earnest.

Ford tilts his head to look up at her a bit, "I don't think you realize how high off the ground you'll be if I get out of the water."

Mira rolls her eyes, "Then just don't drop me! What kind of Kennex Chicken Goddess' Steed are you? Charge!"

Ford lifts his eyebrows, "Oh?" Then he drops his feet out from under himself, sinking them both to the bottom of the pool.

Abbas growls, "If Turo and Regla do not defend their title they forfeit it in cowardice..." The Warlord informs them as if he were the dictator of all Thraxian Chicken rulings. And with that he plops himself down between Titania and Mikani. And Abbas slides muscled arms around each as he leans back and opens his mouth. "Someone pour more rum down my throat!" He declares impishly.

"We're not quitting now, Regi." Turo looks up at his sister's face and pointedly not the underside of her chest. "Victory will be ours."

"I'm not sure that you'll get your wish." Regla calls back to Valencia as both Abbas and Fatima retreat from the pool, a glance towards Abbas and his declaration, glancing down at Turo, "I'm ready whenever, lets knock the chatting one into the pool, then I want some more rum."

As she's done at other contests of martial prowess, Isabeau claps as victory is wrest from House Thrax on the watery field of pool chicken valor. While there's likely little pleasure in seeing Fatima fall, there might be a glimmer of something akin to recognizing comeuppance in her dark blue eyes when Abbas is taken down. Lady Regla and her victorious brother are briefly saluted with whatever remains in her glass before its contents are finished and set aside. The Valardin princess then finds her feet and looks to gather up her decidedly damp belongings. It's going to be a very uncomfortable walk home.

Ford re-emerges from under the water without a Mira on his shoulders, "Alright then, crabs legs."

Valencia looks pleased that Turo and Regla will stand. She turns to Edward with a delighted smile, a flicker of fire in her eyes. "Shall we let bet stand, my dearest Missere Edward? I belive that the Admirial and the Lady are rising to occassion and I am sure they will win," she grins playfully. "Will you dare agree?"

Titania shakes her head rolling her eyes at Mira and Ford then looks to Mikani, " I am Lady Redreef and yourself?" she smiles when Abbas comes over and sits next to them, she leans into him lightly when slides his arms around her. She grins moving the rum bottle up and pours rge rum down his throat!

Carita checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

Mira checked dexterity + legerdemain at difficulty 15, rolling 6 lower.

"Are you two retiring from the field?" Turo looks at Ford and Mira. "Looks like we win by default, then. The crown is ours, sister." And as a victory display, he shoves Regla into the water, happy to have her and her lady bits off his shoulders. Because ew. So much ew.

"Just so, if you are to remain unbeaten I shall not be disappointed. Congratulations to you both, You have very formidable opponents to be sure," Valencia calls back cheerfully to Regla with a smile to Abbas and Fatima. "It was a most incredible competition indeed," she offers with another lift of her glass.

Mira has left the Large rectangular pool.

Ford looks to Turo, "Not so fast." he looks then to Titania, "You want to take these losers down?"

Mika looks down at the one arm that wraps itself around her and then to Abbas as Titania pours rum into his mouth. "Mika please. This is the least formal thing I have been to around nobles and I'm naked. I think we can forgo formalities." She crinkles her nose in a way that is meant to show her distaste for the formality but instead just ends up looking cute. "I'm well though, amused by my new friend here." She nods at Abbas, whether she had only known him a brief time or not he had his arm wrapped around her naked body. They were now friends whether he liked it or not apparently. "Its an interesting party so far. I'm not nearly drunk enough for it though."

Isabeau has left the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Regla once more lifts her hands in victory, only to be shoved into the water by her own brother. She sinks like a rock for a moment before pushing herself off the bottom of the pool to break the surface of the water, coughing and laughing at the same time.

Carita is humming, until she catches the melody and sings. A pretty, clear voice: "Stormward's Sunset a-sailing, the Salt so wide. While the high roaring seas move along her broad sides. With her sails tight as wires, and the violet flag to show - " she pauses "All away to the Sunset, to the Saffron we'll go."

Titania looks over nodding her head, "Yes!" she moves to slip back into the watter handing Mikani the rum bottle. She swims over to Ford, "Lets do this!" she is naked and waits for him to bend down so she can climb onto his shoulders.

Once the rum starts to pour over his jaws and throat and cascades down his bronze body Abbas is ear-to-ear grins and he guzzles for quite a long while before he is left without two women but with just one. The Warlord of Thrax grins and leans in and rumbles to Mikani quietly where they sit at the edge of the pool together.

Mika takes the bottle of rum as Titania abruptly departs to go play the game. She looks to the bottle in her hand and then puts it to her lips while she listens to Abbas speak. Once he has said whatever it is he is saying she puts the bottle on her thigh and looks over at Abbas and starts speaking back.

Ferrando has left the Wicker Couch and Table set.

Ferrando has joined the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Carita takes another pause, as she is considering the lyrics as she goes, "Drink to the health of the Sunset and her entire brave crew. To the bold Commander Kennex, and his officers too -" a laugh "- the whiskey, the wine, the Maelstorm rum - glasses lifted a all. We know the Sunset's the flyer that outsails them all."

"Alright, Regi," Turo sighs, patting his shoulder. "Get back on up. Let's finish this, shall we?"

Ford rises up out of the water with Titania perched atop his shoulders, flipping wet hair out of his face, "Ready, Tania?"

Regla dunks herself once more, only so that she can slick her hair back from her face before climbing back up onto her brother's shoulders. She idly cracks her knuckles, looking towards Ford and Titania with a fierce, almost hungry smile, "Let's do this."

Valencia glances at Edward with a wicked smile. "Shall we leave wager, my dearest Edward? I am for the Admiral and his sister, with all do respect and fondness for the Marquis and Lady Titania. Shall it be done?"

Ford checked strength + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 10 higher.

Titania nods her head rolling her shoulder, "I'm ready." she looks onto Regla thats all she needs to worry about is her and so her eyes lock on the other woman.

Turo checked strength + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 18 higher.

Dagon rises from his conversation with Valencia and Edward, and seems to be putting his clothes back on. "Good luck, Princess!" Passing behind her chair, it seems he's on his way out as well. "Marquis, my thanks for your fine hospitality."

Regla checked strength + medium wpn at difficulty 10, rolling 36 higher.

Dagon has left the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

Edward's already drunk he just holds his liquor well. He laughs and then he nods, "Yeah sure." he cups a hand to the side of his mouth, "Just dive off his shoulders and take her down Titania!" he laughs and then he glances to the Princess, "To the victor." he raises his glass and drains it because...Dagon left the bottle of Maelstrom next to him.

Titania checked strength + medium wpn at difficulty 10, rolling 27 higher.

Though much less...forcefully aggressive than Abbas, Ford does get right in Turo's shit. A series of arm bars and full sumo-esque blocks to keep him from getting any closer while the girls above clashed.

Fatima has soaked up enough sun to last her a lifetime. Her skin is bronzed and dusky all around. Hair slightly more dry than it had been, she sighs and takes to her feet. Peering around with those gorgeous seafoam greens before she goes to gather her things. Now there were decisions to be made here, no way was she getting into a wet dress to walk through the Ward back home. Naw, I mean it was already sheer as is, and there was no purpose to pretending it was offering any modesty. Instead she tugs on the silk sun bathing rob, a number that hangs around her thighs and barely covers her rump. Slipping sandals on her painted feet she gathers her things and waves to everyone. "Now this was delightful, truly but I am famished. Ford, Tania thank you so much for a lovely party." Thinking twice she dashes over to kiss them both on the cheek, Ford getting an extra one on the corner of his mouth. Then she walks by Abbas and leans down to say her goodbyes. Rising to wave to everyone else and blow kisses here and there. "Princess Valencia, as beautiful as ever. Edward, Carita, Turo, I would invite you to come up and have dinner with us but at your leisure of course." Smirking she saunters out now, determined to get home and have a nice long soak.

Valencia, still sober for now, raise her glass to Edward with another flash of a smile, turning eyes confidantly looking out to the pool. "Start preparing your song, my dear," she teases.

Carita slips off, momentarily, for a refill of her wine. She stalks a very wide circle around the pool, commenting over her shoulder toward the small group at the lounge chairs. "No, pools are still for swimming -" she insists. Once there is a fresh glass of Setarco Gold to claim she returns to her lazy feline lounging position, smoothing her skirts around her crossed legs.

Turo is maybe a bit more grateful that Ford isn't taking huge handfuls of, ah, Turo. And thankfully, he responds in kind with the blocking, pushing and shoving, letting Regla do all the heavy legwork.

Abbas continues to talk quietly with his naked neighbor. And when his sister comes the Warlord leans up to give her a goodnight hug and kiss. And he goes back to his conversation.

Or armwork, as the case may be. Once more she anchors herself by tucking her feet around her brother's back as they move in towards Ford and Titania. Once within reach she once again tries to hair grab, because all methods of combat are valid in chicken.

Mikani leans away to give Abbas and his sister room to say their goodbyes. When they are done saying goodbye she recenters herself and goes back to speaking quietly with Abbas.

Edward wrinkles his nose and he stands up to start looking at discarded dresses grumbling as he laughs and then he nods to Fatima, "Of...of course Your Highness. Will send someone for that." he takes a moment to keep his footing and then he finds one, and brings it back over to sit at the table and he starts to maneuver it so he can find how it opens, "I might have to improvise a song...," and then he glances to Ferrando, "Hey! Yeah. She is right...sometimes for swiming." he laughs.

Ferrando waves languidly to Fatima before snickering cheerfully at Carita's denial. "'Sometimes' seems like an appropriate qualifier," he agrees with Edward. "It seemed mostly a lot of fun, though!" He doesn't seem to be confident about claiming Turo had a lot of fun per se, it seems.

Titania moves to wrap her leg under her cousins arm pits to anker herself down when she gets close enough she reaches out trying to grab at Regla put being wet is proving to be a challange and there is a grow that comes from the noemaly shy woman when her hair is pulled.

Ford checked strength + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 19 higher.

Turo checked strength + sailing at difficulty 15, rolling 4 higher.

Regla checked strength + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 38 higher.

Titania checked strength + medium wpn at difficulty 10, rolling 0 higher.

Ford's partner might not be pulling her proverbial weight up top, but he's certainly fighting like something more important than a stupid title was on the line. He even tried to maneuver around Turo to put him and Titania in a better position so she could score a hit.

Fatima has left the Small grass plot with lounge chairs.

While the battle rages above them, Turo does his best to keep up his part of the fight. Which means having to push and shove at the other man, sidestepping where he can but unable to keep up, the Kennex much faster than the Admiral in that particular moment. Being out maneuvered?! He'll never live the disgrace down.

Sipping at her wine, Carita gestures gently with the glass in her hand, "It is. Very appropriate, sir." In agreement with Ferrando, although shrugging her shoulders.

The wet skin might be working to Titania's detriment, but Regla doesn't seem to be having any problem with it. She laughs, this time trying to hook a hand under Titania's leg and another on the shoulder to try and push her back.

Titania does her best to not be pushed back but something seemed to have been distracting her as she is supprised and her shoulder is pushed back and she losses her anker and back goes Titania into the water with a splash she is down there for a moment then comes back up slicking her hair back looking to Ford blinking.