driftfleet | Wintersend party! + closed

Who: The DA cast and whoever they dragged along to this shingding
Broadcast: Nooooope
Action: Yuuuuuup
When: Tonight!

It's Wintersend! (Or roughly around the equivalent of when it would be back in Thedas. [Actually it's a bit late but whatever CLOSE ENOUGH]) Time to party! Riona found a small party hall to rent on Duotera, in an area that's a bit more reminiscent of early spring.

There are decorations everywhere. Don't worry guys, this isn't meant to be formal. This is just what happens when Riona gets to decorate unsupervised.

There are, of course, plenty of food and drinks. The food is mostly finger snacks, but there are also sandwiches and the like. As for the drinks: yes, they are mostly alcoholic, she knows how you folks roll.

As Wintersend is theater season, Riona compromises for the lack of actual theater with a rigged projector playing movies on the far wall. With a variety of genres running, there'll hopefully be something for everyone, and serves as a place for the more introverted to get away from the party for a bit.

And because it's Wintersend, that means presents. There's a separate table off to the side away from the food where people can place their presents for each other.

The goal is to have something for everyone, and to encourage everyone to have fun. Eat, drink, be merry and all that jazz!

((OOC: Separate starters for food table, present table, etc will be below!))

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He'd have to have things to take up space. She has things. He has space.

"I've heard that good things come to those that wait." And he will be more than happy to reward her patience.

"You have fancy parties here? When was the last one?" He has a feeling he missed all the fun cheeses. "But, a date is something we can control even if there's no planet to travel to."

He smiles briefly under her kiss. He loves making her happy. "It's not the only gift for you, my dear. I'm sorry there are no roses this time."

"We have once or twice, and we've arrived to worlds that had an event ongoing that we were allowed to attend. It's been a little while, admittedly." The fleet could use a nice big party, she thinks. But for now, she'll leave that up to someone else.

As she picks up another gift, she shakes her head. "It's quite all right. Not like they're exactly easy to find out here."

"Well, I don't think I'm patient enough to wait for a fancy party to see you in that." He really just wants to see her take it off too, but that's something he doesn't voice in front of the other people at the small gathering.

"I'll think of something. Now, are you going to open that or are you hoping to start a new exercise routine by shaking it to pieces?"

"Then perhaps some night I'll surprise you with it," she says with a roguish grin. "When you least expect it."

She scrunches her nose playfully at him before she rips open the gift. There's a small array of crystals inside, brightly colored and sparkling in the light. "Oh, these are so pretty! Thank you!"

"No, I assure you there are much more interesting things in the other packages for that."

He smiles at her reaction. The crystals are pretty and in interesting colors and shapes: a red heart, a green and pink bird creature, purple rhombus, a blue horse.

"Well, they're nothing compared to the few pieces left over from Queen Rowen, but I thought you'd like something not practical for once."

"Well, I would imagine so, considering some are best left to be opened in private." Okay she's still super curious about those, but they'll wait.

Taking those jewels almost felt wrong at the time. She had no ties to Rowan; she wasn't Alistair's mother. Outside of official public functions, she let them lie. Would the old queen be relieved she left them be, or offended?

A slight shake of her head, and she looks back at Alistair. "They're quite pretty, yes. If only I had a crown to put them in," she teases as she sets them aside.

He only smiles at her response. He's going to enjoy her opening those presents for sure. They're as much gifts for him as they are for her.

And, honestly, Riona should wear the damn jewels more often. They weren't made for Rowan. They were made for Alistair's great-great-great-great-great whatever, from before Orlais thought Ferelden belonged to them. They belong to the Theirin queens. Riona is his queen. They are hers. But, it's up to her whether she wears them or not.

"You need a crown? I was considering that shelf that isn't filled to the brim with books in our room could use some shiny colors. But, I'm sure I can talk to Sokka about something gaudy and fantastic for you to wear around here if you insist."

It's Imposter Syndrome rearing its head, even after a decade on the throne. Let's face it, she didn't become betrothed and married to Alistair by the usual means. Not many publicly declare an engagement to the would-be king without a lot of consultation and debate. Or, like, even a modicum of warning. A lot of eyebrows raised. A lot of suspicions and gossip rose. For all she tries not to let it get to her, it wears her down. Sometimes, she still wonders, in the back of her mind, if she did the right thing by Alistair and Ferelden. She knows better than to voice it, but it's there.

She pushes those thoughts away.

"The more ridiculous the better," she says with a laugh. "Though really, they're rather a pain to wear. I suppose I'll have to find some other place for them."

Yeah, well, he's very acquainted with feeling like a giant fake. It's his whole life. But he doesn't fucking care about the nobles. Riona is their queen and unless they all want to risk another civil war, they're just going to have to deal with him as the last of the Theirin kings and Riona as their queen.

"I'll talk to the captain then. You shall have the gaudiest crown."

But they're so annoying and whiny.

"Perfect. You should have one, too! Then we can match."

So are a great deal of people in Thedas. They're just the most in their faces.

"Of course, but I think Adalwolfe has supplied me with my own. I'll just have to have Sokka make a bigger version."

Yes, but she can't punch the nobles and get away with it.

"Oh for - Maker's breath, did he really get you a crown?"

She could. She is queen. She'd just have to deal with more whining.

"Yeah, some little stuffed thing. It's not a real one." Alistair leans in conspiratorially. "He thinks it's a joke or something."

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