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mayfield_logs2012-02-25 08:45 pm
busy_fists) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-02-25 08:45 pm
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Snapdragon!
Who: Dad, Mom, Latvia, Tsunade, Miakis, Grimsley, and anyone else who likes drinking and setting things on fire. Basically, if you want to be here, feel free to handwave having talked to Dad and being invited.
When: Backdated to the night of February 11th. See this post for reference.
Where: 311 Miller Street
What: An evening cocktail party followed by a rousing game of snapdragon. For those who are not familiar with this already, it involves pouring brandy into a bowl of raisins, lighting them on fire, and taking turns pulling them out and eating them. It's great fun and was apparently popular around the early 1900s for some godawful reason.
Warnings: Drinking and fire. Let's go with action tags to keep things rolling. Threadjacking is encouraged. No thread order necessary.
[Dad recently regained the Sassacre book, and he thought it would be fun to play one of the horrendously dangerous games from it just to see what would happen. And what better way to enjoy dangerous parlor games for social amusement than with a room full of complete strangers? That's exactly the scene Dad's setting tonight, so it should be a ripping good time, as the Colonel would say.
Tags should go in the three headers below! Feel free to mingle.]
When: Backdated to the night of February 11th. See this post for reference.
Where: 311 Miller Street
What: An evening cocktail party followed by a rousing game of snapdragon. For those who are not familiar with this already, it involves pouring brandy into a bowl of raisins, lighting them on fire, and taking turns pulling them out and eating them. It's great fun and was apparently popular around the early 1900s for some godawful reason.
Warnings: Drinking and fire. Let's go with action tags to keep things rolling. Threadjacking is encouraged. No thread order necessary.
[Dad recently regained the Sassacre book, and he thought it would be fun to play one of the horrendously dangerous games from it just to see what would happen. And what better way to enjoy dangerous parlor games for social amusement than with a room full of complete strangers? That's exactly the scene Dad's setting tonight, so it should be a ripping good time, as the Colonel would say.
Tags should go in the three headers below! Feel free to mingle.]
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In a rather embarrassing five minutes before Mom and Dad notice they have a visitor, Grimsley can be seen attacking the wizard statue with a giant red alligator. Clearly, it is a Golurk hiding in the dark.]
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Hm.
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I don't suppose Golurks come in giant wizard formes?
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[amused smirk]
Would you like to come inside?
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[She gestures toward the door.]
Come on inside, and I'll fix you the best martini you've ever had.
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[Grimsley recalls Krookodile with only the traces of embarrassment remaining before making his way up the walkway.]
...Ah. Interesting choices in decorating, by the way.
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The harlequins belong to my husband.
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[Grimsley enters the house proper and allows himself to be led to wherever they'll be playing the game.]
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Here, let me pour you a drink. How do you take your martinis?
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Oh, you mean style of preparation. Either way is fine.
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Ah, a man after my own heart.
[Dry and dirty it is.]
Here you go, enjoy.
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A toast to my charming hosts. To scorched fingers and a night of merriment.