fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more

[innocentloveholic]

[ ...Apparently there was still paper left over from writing questions + her flyers, because now over the rules in every room there's another flyer taped up:



Those sure are your lovely hosts for the evening. Regardless, heading to the foyer at the appointed time will net you the lovely sight of the foyer walls being covered in make-shift party streamers—toilet paper, actually, masterfully twirled and hung up by Ferid himself.

Also, the clock is absolutely draped with the stuff too. A good time was had in setting this up the hour before the party so no one'd ruin it.

As promised, there's a table with food! Tons of it, of all different kinds, including vegetarian (if we have any of those here). It's generally dinner stuff, but there's a table set aside particularly for a build-your-own-parfait bar. As far as refreshments go, it's water, tea, coffee, and ~*~HOT CHOCOLATE~*~!! Most of it's made by Cilan—the parfait is definitely the fault of your lovely lady host, though.

There's also a sheet with questions set aside, so be sure to pick it up! And remember: if you can't think if why your character'd come, Aligula's the type to make good on her word of dragging them/convincing them. Basically, don't sweat the small stuff. Even free food is a good reason.

Most importantly, mingle and have fun; that's what this party is for after all! Get to know each other and FIND YOUR SOULMATE!!! ]

Comments

[seventhprogenitor]

[Ah, Katniss. Hello. Welcome.]

Well, aren't you a social butterfly this evening? At least you're in good company; it doesn't seem like anyone is very used to parties.

[But he'll tip his head towards the parfait and hot chocolate, moving on.]

Enjoying yourself?

[flagitate]

[ Oh, excellent. Just the guy she wanted to see. ]

I'm not good at parties.

[ She hasn't exactly been to many, or... at all. But parties involve people, and talking to people is hard. ]

... Food's good. [ It's... not entirely a wrong answer, but it's vague. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

[He's always here to exceed the expectations of others!]

The parfait was made by my beautiful co-host, of course, though the rest is Cilan's fine work. I was only in charge of some of the decorations.

[Which is why he's All About ensuring everyone's enjoyment.]

These questions aren't very fair to someone like you, are they.

[flagitate]

Yeah. Aligula made me a parfait yesterday because she decided it was a tragedy I'd never had one.

[ Skewed priorities, everyone.

... ]

What's that supposed to mean?

[seventhprogenitor]

[Her skewed priorities are delicious, though.]

Nothing offensive, Katniss dear, just... I can't imagine you exactly have time for any of the romantically-based ones, I'd never ask one of the mature ones of you, and I would feel it in bad taste to ask you about some of the others. Does someone in such a bleak world have hobbies or a childhood dream? A place they'd like to live, if they could? Even a favorite season?

[There's a small amount of pity in his gaze now, shaking his head.]

It just seems that your priorities would lie elsewhere, taking care of your family and the like.

[flagitate]

[ How can a term of endearment sound so unpleasant... ]

Yeah, actually, I have hobbies. [ It didn't take long for her to get Mad. ]

Maybe if you ask some of those questions, I'd answer. Besides, that's what you told me to do. Right? Get to know people?

[seventhprogenitor]

[Aww, she's learning. How sweet.]

What are your hobbies then?

[flagitate]

[ Shit. ]

Hunting. [ ... ] Exploring the woods. [ Read: illegally leaving the boundaries of her district to hunt animals. ] Gardening. [ It's technically true!! ] Bartering.

[seventhprogenitor]

Your favorite season?

[flagitate]

Autumn.

[seventhprogenitor]

What did you want to be when you were young?

[flagitate]

Anything but a coal miner.

[seventhprogenitor]

Have you ever had a nickname?

[flagitate]

[ ... ]

No.

[ She's lying, and she's really bad at it. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

[Ah, a pause.]

What was it?

[flagitate]

Nothing. Because it doesn't exist.

[ NOPE. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

Kat? Kitty? Nessie?

[flagitate]

[ Nnnnnnnnope.

The most deadpan of stares. ]

[seventhprogenitor]

Am I close, at least?

[flagitate]

No.

[seventhprogenitor]

A shame. I thought kitty or some variation of it would certainly be warm to what it could be.

[Kitty Kat.]

If you could eat only one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?

[flagitate]

[ That's so creepy coming from you? ]

Cheese and bread. With blackberries and basil leaves.

[seventhprogenitor]

[He's going to call her Kitty.]

That sounds oddly delicious for something so simple. Could you really eat it forever?

[flagitate]

[ Please do not, says Katniss, but please do. ]

Yeah. Especially if it's cheese my sister makes.

[seventhprogenitor]

[Kitty.]

What's your sister like? I have no siblings of my own, though I suppose that's fairly evident... so I like to hear about others'.