wrfmlogsarchive | Party Thread (because I'm so clever with names)

Who: Eeeeverybody!
What: Party time has finally arrived! Time for everyone to relax a little after all the recent craziness.
Where: Tifa's Bar
When: Friday, Aug. 7
Notes: Open log, thread however. Try not to break the bar.

Everything was ready to go. Seventh Heaven was sparkling clean for the occasion, tables and chairs spaced out nicely across the room. A table against the wall was loaded with a wide variety of food and drinks, both homemade and storebought, and another table held a stack of games in case anyone was in the mood. It was a pretty simple set-up, but everyone who had helped seemed to think that it was just right.

Jenn was nervous, and excited. Finally, she was going to meet all of the people she'd been talking to on the network this past month! She'd been eagerly waiting for this party ever since they'd started set-up (and the chocolate-chip cookies over on the snack table were Jenn Specialty). Now they just needed to arrive. Being the self-designated greeter, Jenn took up a position by the door and waited to point people to the snacks. She made a valiant effort not to look like an overexited geek.

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Silandro blinked, caught off-gaurd by the young woman's offer. He hadn't been expecting her to do that...he was more hoping she would hand some of the food down to him. Still...this would be convenient, and it was very kind of her to offer. He couldn't be rude and refuse, even if it was slightly off-putting for a Narnian mouse to accept being 'picked up'.

"Thank you, madame, that's very kind of you," he said humbly. Stepping carefully, he stood on her hands; further support was unnecessary, as his perfect balance was more than enough to keep him steady. He made sure his sword wouldn't be in the way, either; the thin rapier blade hung in its usual spot from the simple belt around his waste. It crossed the mouse's mind to worry that his weight might be a problem, but he quickly brushed it aside. Narnian mice might be much larger than dumb mice, but they were still incredibly light.

When the lady lifted him to the tabletop, he stepped off, standing on the edge where he wouldn't risk putting his feet too near the food. The mouse looked over the fine spread, then took a sniff - aaah, what delicious aromas! Those cheesecakes looked especially good, but first he had to be a gentlemouse. Silandro turned to the young female human and did a formal Narnian bow. "I thank you for your assistance, madame. Forgive me for my rudeness, but I am Silandro, traveling companion of the young woman known as Jennifer. Might I ask your name?"

Honestly, Rox hadn't been sure what to do when Silandro asked for help...she didn't exactly understand talking mice etiquette, and honestly? She hadn't even considered the idea of just setting food down - honestly, it wasn't fair if he couldn't see it, right?

His reaction, however, made her pretty sure that she had done something wrong - he didn't seem mad, but still. She felt awkward enough around new people, and hated making mistakes. For now it would be her nerves talking - silly as it was, it was a habit she had been thus far unable to break.

She easily lifted the mouse to the table, moving a few dishes to make sure he would have some room to move, though he seemed to know how to be careful.

"Oh, I was right!" she said, smiling. "M-my name is Rox."

He hadn't intended to make her nervous...but then, he was coming to realize that he sometimes made people nervous simply by being what he was. Not because humans were prejudiced, but simply because there WEREN'T any of his kind around here. Silandro had to remind himself that people simply weren't used to him.

Silandro smiled at the human girl, speaking casually in the hopes of putting her more at ease. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Rox. I take it you know Jenn, then?"

The Narnian mouse gave the table its proper attention, letting his nose help him pick out what would be best to eat. Whiskers twitching, Silandro served himself a slice of the regular cheesecake and added several cookies, some of the strange breading pouches with red stuffing, and some pudding. Then, quite gracefully, he leapt onto a chair of a nearby table and set his plate down. It wouldn't do to dine while standing on the serving table, after all.

The mouse tried a bite of the cheesecake, and...goodness! That was delicious! Not one to withhold worthy praise, the mouse smiled nobly over at Rox again. "My, but this cheesecake of yours is magnificent, Miss Rox. Truly a culinary masterpiece. Did you make these yourself?" He might have to try a slice of the other flavors if they were as good as this!

"Ye-well, not exactly." Rox replied, trying to make herself relax again. She followed Silandro, sitting down in a chair across from him. The mouse seemed really friendly, and extremely polite. "I've talked to her a little though the Refugee's network, but we haven't met in person."

When Silandro said he liked the cake, Rox was thrilled, and she smiled even more. "Really? Thank you! It's the first time I've made cheesecake from scratch, you see, so I'm really glad it turned out well!"

Silandro was pleased when the kind young lady joined him at the table. Despite his slight reservations about humans, it was good to have someone to talk to. And she seemed to be relaxing a bit in his presence.

"Oh? Well, she is right over there," Silandro offered with a smile, using his tail to point in the general direction of where Jenn was sitting. "If you felt the desire to meet her in person, I know that she is eager to aquaint herself with those known as the 'Refugees'." His tone was light and conversational, but still very polite. After all, a Narnian swordsmouse did not resort to rude behavior in front of a lady.

The mouse polished off the last of the slice, whiskers twitching in customary Narnian mouse show of appreciation. His smile turned a mite admiring at her admission. "Your first time? Surely you have a talent for baking, then. I admit I am not as familiar with some of these other human dishes, however..." he admitted almost gravely, looking down at his plate. "For instance, what is this? It smells delicious, yet unlike anything I have ever smelled before." The mouse picked up one of the pouch-like bread snacks stuffed with red filling and held it up for her to see better.

Party Thread (because I'm so clever with names)

Don't forget Narnian mice are about up to your knee. ;)

/RETCONS EVERYTHING because I had no idea/

LOL! No worries, Rox, you are still awesome. =Dd

steals your mouse

|D steals him back