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A toast to that invincible bunch [OPEN]

Who: Mina and YOU
What: A "thank God we're not dead" party
Where: Common Room, Valhalla Inn
When: Wednesday evening
Notes: Party log; please specify if you're tagging someone in particular, or if it's open season on your character
Warnings: Angering Mina probably results in unhappiness

There were two things Mina rarely did; over-indulge and wear dresses. Tonight, she decided, was a night to throw both inhibitions to the wind. And so, as she made her way up to the common room, she made her way in style, wearing a slinky crimson gown with no back and a plunging neckline. She looked good. Classy, as any society woman of her day. Well, the 1930s, anyway, since she would always consider her day to be the 1720s, really. The only drawback of the dress was that it left both her pirate brand and her Valkyrien Amazon tattoo uncovered, but at this point, Mina was fairly certain that no one would recognize or care about either marking.

The room had been arranged to her satisfaction. She enjoyed ostentation immensely, but opted for a more low-key take on the celebrations. The lights were pleasantly dimmed and there was jazz music playing out of some marvelous contraption that Mina had borrowed. Around the room, she had a few trays of food arranged. Since Mina had no sense of taste to speak of, she hired someone to take care of the food and drinks. The only culinary arrangement she had made for herself was a special mixed drink; store-bought blood (dreadful though it was) laced with ample amounts of rum. That was being kept under a table for now.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the angle of her fedora slightly. There was no telling what to expect tonight. And frankly, given her experiences in Chicago, she probably should have known better to arrange for any kind of public affair. But Mina was in a bad mood and when she was in a bad mood, she tended to revert into her flippant, false persona to spare herself of too much thought. Besides, she was in the mood to dance with someone handsome.

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Eddie is no longer staying at the Valhalla Inn, but he likes the place and there's a survival party, so of course he shows up. In addition to acquiring his own place to stay, he's gotten a fine, green bowler hat to go with his suit. He is pleased with this, so that's coming to the party, too.

When he arrives, he wanders the room, briefly, before finding a seat, sans drink and food, to see who else arrives. There will be plenty of time to mingle when there's more of a crowd, and no need to drink unless it's offered and can be carried around as a social prop.

Still unsure just what to make of Baedal and its people, Njoki felt obligated to attend the party in the common room if only so she can meet her fellow cohorts and get a feel for what they're willing to tolerate. When among friends, she can be quite amiable, even gregarious, but for now a little reserve is in order.

Even though she arrives late, ensuring that the event is in full swing, and dressed as casual (http://www.tophotbutches.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/02cooper.jpg) as she is, Ki knows that she cuts an imposing figure and will likely have to work to strike up small talk with the locals.

Come Thursday morning, Seoraj will be leaving the inn; his belongings are packed upstairs and he'll be living in the back of the forge for a while, just 'til he finds a house in Stoneshell that suits him well enough to pay for. On Wednesday evening, though, he sees no reason not to enjoy a last evening here in this interesting gathering of individuals. He missed the battles they're marking, but he's a social sort of a man and it's a curious variation on what he's used to. Besides, he'd rather be in company than not.

Kilt, new boots and a clean shirt is as cleaned up as he gets, and he'll find himself a drink and someone (or someones) to talk to in short order.

Apollo sat in a chair by the door, third drink of the evening in his hand as he awaited his new pupil.

Perhaps, when sober, he had thought his suggestion of assisting the introverted, somewhat disfigured man to find women had been the results of stress and ale. But tonight, with a drink or two in him again, it had suddenly struck him as the most brilliant idea he had ever thought of. And so he had sent a message to Sebastian, requesting his immediate presence.

Apollo's eyes scanned the crowd, trying to figure out who would be the best conquest. Someone pretty, but not too pretty to talk Sebastian. Not shy enough to run away, but not loud enough to scare him off either.

Apollo grinned. He could tell this was going to be amazing.

Mike -- who has been settling into a new place and not much seen since the raid on the inn -- arrives, for once dressed in neither fatigues nor scrubs, but nice jeans and a blue shirt. He's done suits in the past, and even does one on Sundays in Baedal now, but this seemed a lot less formal.

After getting food and drink, he starts circulating, paying close attention to names and faces. It's a good chance -- he hopes -- to learn more about the others in his Cohort.

Despite the extreme slowness of his typist, Fish does show up to this darn thing—not exactly on time, mind, and he looks a bit guilty in a wide-eyed, alert sort of way, like a kid who snuck out of bed and isn't sure if his parents are lurking somewhere. Whatever, he left a note at the front desk, it'll be fine. ...Maybe. Still, he has come prepared with the excuse that he wanted to make sure they weren't wrecking the place in case not-mom shows up with her arms folded.

Really, though, Fish is pretty much here to check out the food, in case Mina did take his ridiculous advice and made bacon happen. Should anyone intercept him, he will say hello, but thus far is doing a decent job of making a beeline toward the catering table. Subtly. Slowly. Like a ninja.

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