Flash Party!

[Tuesday]

So Tuesday had called Campanella and begged him to pick up some Chinese, she got the man's voice mail but. The unicorn was almost certain he'd get the message and show up, but just in case the Hearthmaster told him to bring it home instead of at the Circke where she, Sand , and Aurora had originally wanted the part to take place.

Plus this gave everyone some more time to do some running around.

Sand had said something about balloons....

[Campanella]

Campanella appears dressed like a suave businessman in a blue suit with a cream shirt, sans jacket. His sleeves are rolled up and his usually well combed hair is a mess. This is the only indication of any hurry or distress on his part. He gives Tuesday the barest of nods while he sets the precious bags down.

"I got your message. A little late, I'm afraid. I had to go begging for scraps. Fortunately I do know some people who owe me a favour and they were very happy to oblige. I hope these will pass."

The bags, when unpacked, reveal chinese food - as ordered. Left over chinese. From one of the best chinese restaurants in the district. Meaning that it wasn't exactly left over chinese at all.

"I hope we have plates. It would be a shame to eat out from these cartons. It would be a total travesty and I would be completely embarrassed. Where is everyone else? I thought I was late."

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-12-02 03:10:19		Campanella to source chinese! rolls 7 to Manipulation + Persuasion + Allies (Culture) (10 Again)		2, 1, 10, 10, 3, 3, 6, 2, 3		2 successes

[Aurora]

Flash Party!

Aurora had gone around town as quickly as she could legally get away with to get stuff.

What stuff? She wasn’t sure at first, but at a party store, she grabbed whatever looked like fun.

An arm full of random hats, no theme in mind, just things that caught her eyes. Cans upon cans of silly strong were grabbed, cause every party needs silly string! She had an awesome idea of putting them in her squirt gun hip holster. Though she wasn’t sure if they would fit or not, but she’d try. If not? Well, she’d have to get creative!

There was already a decent alcohol selection in her room that she’d be pulling out, but she stopped and grabbed a few more bottles of wine. Campy seemed big on his wines, so she grabbed some middle shelf ones, not cheap, but not expensive. Cause budget.

Arriving back at the theater, she runs towards her room, arms filled with various bags.

She reemerges a few minutes later, still carrying a few bags, and with bunny ears! They were too cute to leave at the party store. But sans holster, the cans didn’t quite fit.

Padding down the hall, she grinned as she began to smell the Chinese. Aside from the bunny ears, she was super casual for the party. Gray knit pants with an oversized, off the shoulder sweater. And sans makeup.

Bouncing into the room, stopping and holding up bags,

“Part of the party has arrived!” greets the Shaman as she places bags on whatever space she could find.

Wines were pulled out and held up, “Grabbed some wine,” bottles put down and she then empties one of the bags. Hats tumble out, various sizes, shapes and themes. “And hats! Cause a party is not a party without hats!” solemn nod of the bunny. Then one was grabbed and tossed to Tuesday, "I had to get these for you!"

Another bag is lifted and the sounds of cans could be heard, “These are a surprise.” Yup. "No peeking! Not yet!"

A happy smile was flashed to Campy, “The Chinese looks amazing! You’re a life saver! Thank you so much for getting it!”

[Sand]

Time to pick up party supplies had not factored in the time required to fill balloons with helium. Result was being late.

Unforseen advantage though had also occured. Time to wait turned into time to shop. Campanella ideally had the food, Aurora had the party supplies sans Balloons, Tuesday or internet had the music... which left only one thing. This one thing was successfully obtained.

Of course, then there was getting the balloons and other goody from the store to the party itself.

Challenge 1: Get balloons in car
Challenge 2: Drive with balloons in car
Challenge 3: Get balloons out of car without loosing them

Thankfully the extra pickup was easy enough to transport.

But all challenges had been met and overcome! Hands full with balloon strings and box, toe of her boot was used to 'knock' an announcement of arrival and then juggling the items, she pushed into the room.

Pushed because again... balloons.

Aurora was heard rather than seen around the balloons.

"Smells good too!" chimed as balloons are released en mass to bounce toward the ceiling, ribbons dangling in instant party decor.

"And for after!" Box is lifted, lid popped to reveal the ice cream cake inside.

[Tuesday]

"You are late." blunt hitting the dial for the music. Since more then her! "But they're latter,"

Tuesday reaches up for plates since. Yeah cartons. No. Setting them on the table when Aurora pops in throwing bunny ears her way. "uh yes." the unicorn says when she spots them, and easily puts it in her head.

Sand shoes up balloons in tow, and Tuesday grins. Then laughs when she spits the 'afters'.

"So." Tuesday starts and blithely informs Campy, "We're having a party."

[Campanella]

Campanella physically tracks the balloons with a slow, steady, movement of his neck. His face is schooled, impassive. His eyes sparkle.

"I see." The Moros replies, eventually, in a monotoned dead-pan voice.

He turned away and hunted for plates.

"Is this a... house warming. Or just a party party? Given the extra effort Sand went for the balloons, I was assuming that this was for something special?"

[Aurora]

She turns as Sand enters, with balloons!

“Hey Sand! Perfect balloons!” she gushed with a smile as she watches them float to the ceiling.
Blue eyes widen, “Ohhh! It’s officially a party now!” cause ice cream cake!

She then stuck her tongue out at Tuesday, “I’m not late, no time was really set, so not late.” Solemn nod.

Her head then shakes, “No no no, not that one! I mean, you can be a bunny too of you want. But I found these!” hats were moved on the table as she fishes out the sparkly unicorn horns and holds it out. “Up to you though.” She thought for sure Tuesday would have jumped on the unicorn ones.

“Yup! Party!” she says in agreement.

And then Campy is well, Campy.

There was a frown, “It’s a party, a time for fun and just letting loose.” And he wasn’t. "But I think it had been decided to be a surprise, for you." she says with a smirk.

“There really doesn’t need to be a reason for a party.” She says coyly, as she reaches into the other bag she brought and produces two cans of silly string. Lids were popped, cans slowly shaken and she points them at Campy, “So what says you good sir? Are you game for a party and letting loose a bit? Or are we going to have to take things up a notch?” her eyes sparkle with mischief, tone playful.

Oh god, she thinks in her head....did she just say that?! Cheeks briefly flush pink.

[Sand]

Ice Cream cake requirements: Cold

Moving to the freezer to satisfy mentioned requirements, a grin is flashed to Campanella. "Just a party. Though Aurora is correct- it was going to be a surprise party. But..." abashed shrug, "Balloons weren't ready by the time I got to the store. Oops."

Hats are spotted and delight factor ratchets up.

"Ohh! Hats!" Christmas themed one is grabbed and placed.

Placement security tested via head wobble. Results: secure

Laughter and then amused panic. "Say yes! Say yes! Protect the food!"

Line of action from silly string cans in Aurora's hands to Campanella was also directly in line with the food.

[Tuesday]

Tuesday shrugs, "We just decided that we were due a party. Since. Yeah. So. Party!" Tuesday nods, a smile on her lips.

Tuesday blinks as she sees the other hat. "Ooooooh...." breathing out, before dropping the bunny ears for the unicorn horn. "Better!" a smile.

Eyes wide "Ack!" Tuesday quickly joins Sand in protecting their tasty treats. "Say, yes! Say yes!"

[Campanella]

Campanella can only smile. A small smile that quickly grows and grows.

"This is blackmail!" He scoffs playfully while his Cabal mates make an attempt to protect the food.

"I guess I have no choice. I must do my part for the... team. And protect the food, of course." He managed - somehow - to maintain the deadpan cadence of his voice; the effort marred his face - that damned smile wiggled out from his grasp and nearly cracked into a laugh.

Then he gave up, and let the happy sound out. How could he not with Sand and Tuesday diving all over the place.

"Yes. Yes! For the love heaven! Lets eat before we end up making a mess on the floor!" He said "we". Something in his glance left that way open to interpretation.