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

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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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|D *steals him back*

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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.