and so they tell me that you ain't my friend; (OPEN)

[psychice]

Who: Blacksworn & other inhabitants of Obsidian Sanctum.
What: We're having a luau, losers.
Where: Obsidian Sanctum.
When: July 11.
Warnings: Drinking, probably some nudity considering who all is going to be there, and maybe Apollo???

When it came to schmoozing and boozing, Emma was quite certain that most of her fellow Blacksworn knew how to conduct themselves properly with the right environment. If they were as like-minded as her as she's been made to believe, then it was possible they were just waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Not that the Obsidian Sanctum could host any kind of special occasion with the rough terrain, but conjuring miracles out of nothing wasn't new to this Blacksworn.

As a newcomer who wasn't greeted by her peers when she arrived (rude of them, she thought), Emma informed anyone who crossed paths with her that there was to be a party this evening and they were to attend. While most of the dragonkin didn't seem enthused over the news, she cared little for what the lot of lizards thought and took to making arrangements herself. Not that she would be alone in this venture... hopefully. Bringing it up to the other Blacksworn was her way of telling them to gear up and come with something lest her opinion of them would sour more.

By time evening comes around, an open space of the sanctum has been decorated for a party complete with a bonfire and is that a table that's been formed out of rock? Interesting use of the new abilities bestowed upon her with a touch of her own diamond hands shaping the rest. Resting on the table alongside the food are brightly colored necklaces made of orange blossoms and beads, likely from a trade with one of the villages nearby. Yes, those are leis for anyone who might have actually heard of them prior to Azeroth and is that liquor of some kind? There's probably some other neat stuff around thanks to the other Blacksworn who know how to make a party rock and for the ones that don't, it's time they learned.

{ OOC | This is a free for all bring your own stuff and mingle for the most antisocial sanctum there is. Make your own top levels, do whatever seems reasonable. If you need an excuse to attend, Emma could have dragged your character there. }

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[beholdthedrums]

He's not even sure why the hell he should consider going. Honestly. This was the worst idea ever, and it wasn't even Apollo's for god sake, which meant Emma could be classed as a new moron.

Great.

Just great.

He could do the whole schmoozing-thing at the redsworn party. That was important, all an act to look good and search for interesting, useful people. This party is anything but. He may "get along" with some of the other blacksworn, but not enough to attend a party.

Wait.

He wonders if Riven will be there.

He wonders if she legitimately likes any of the people here.

Maybe he can piss her off.

So, the Master arrives to the party with a grin on his face and a goal in mind. He even brought a dead bear to the party (though most of the sanctum was probably sick of bear, and if anyone for some reason thought to look, the bear had zero "soul" left to it). And he puts on a lei despite the very thought making him hate himself a little.

Just please, tell him that Deathwing isn't showing up.

[mortalforged]

[Surion is very puzzled, but also sort of curious, and so he hangs out on the edges of the table poking at the flowers and such.]

[venombite]

Cynder did not know how to conduct herself properly in this sort of environment, which might be why she's being exceptionally cautious about all of this. Likely assumed to simply be one of the scaly 'lizards' skulking about the Sanctum, she'd nevertheless been grateful to acquire an invite to this party of the strange woman's.

And then she spent the afternoon attempting to figure out what to bring. It was proper when invited somewhere to bring along something, wasn't it? She wasn't sure, and wracking her memory wasn't producing many answers either, so by the time she actually arrives, the little black dragon is not only exceptionally uncertain she's found the right thing for this sort of shindig, she's half-convinced it's precisely the wrong thing to do. What she's brought is simple enough, a woven basket (with a convenient arching handle, good to hold in the teeth) full of fruit she'd ... found ... while scouring the nearby land. It's not particularly elegant but it's something.

It takes her a bit of time to maneuver the thing onto the table with Emma's far more refined offerings without losing fruit off the side. Clearly everything on the table is meant for eating, so cautiously she picks up a lei and slips off to the side to figure out how to eat it without getting string in her throat.

[traitre]

Qilby's come to expect seeing some unusual things on his infrequent trips back to the Sanctum. From what he knows about several of the other Blacksworn, he really should be spending more time there if only to supervise and make sure none of them do anything stupid or destructive. Or both.

That being said, a party (complete with bonfire and a spread of food) is one of the last things he'd expected to see. He's so taken aback, it doesn't even occur to him to simply turn around and leave like it normally would've -- against his better judgement, he actually decides to take a look around.

"What's the, aah..." Qilby begins, trailing off when he notices the flowers. He grabs a handful of the loops and holds them up before his face, giving them a skeptical look. Unbelievable. "...What's the occasion?