Snapdragon!

[busy_fists]

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.]

Comments

[ooeeooahah]

Part of the problem is people disappear, and we never know why... but then there's a new wave that come through.

[ Ilsa frowns inwardly a moment, then shakes off the mood. ]

At least we can socialize, here.

[pinkscarflady]

This town is quite good at psychological warfare. By convincing us that trying to form connections and alliances is pointless because they may be broken up at any time.

But the reality of the situation is that such connections can always be broken up at any time. Life is short and tumultuous. Any number of things might happen, very few of which require the temporal spatial shenanigans this town is so fond of.

[ooeeooahah]

True enough. Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero. I'm not sure if we can trust tomorrow to exist.

Doesn't mean we can't plan for a few "what if"s.

[pinkscarflady]

I'm not too worried about tomorrow's existence. If the town does anything well, it's perpetuation.

[ooeeooahah]

Hm. I'm not sure. The changes in how people are revived, even if the mechanism is "fixed", worries me. One of the things I wanted to do tonight was ask Mr Egbert if he was going to enroll John in self-defense classes. If he had not, would he be all right with John taking classes with my teachers?