Let's Have a Party!

[runs_on_batteries]

Who: Everyone!
What: Throwing a party
Where: Gym carriage
When: Early Evening- early morning, Apple 28

It was three days after the incident with the train and right at two weeks since they'd been allowed to get off this train and roam a new world. Sure somewhere in there, they'd had a brief reprieve involving a new platform and mess of newcomers, but that had hardly counted as a break from the train. So, the point was, they needed a chance to blow off some steam. What better way than organize a party and roll out the last of his ale to share?

He'd recruited Sarai and Maglor to play their harps and/ or sing for music; Ignis, Ash and Evie to make hors d'oeuvres, Dread and Peter to bring in some chairs; and rigged a lamp and some cloth to make a disco ball-like display in the room (which he made Peter to promise not to touch).

Now he just had to get the guests on the dance floor... to harp music? He misses 'regular' music. Sigh.

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[kumoko]

Ahhhhh, who knew that alcohol tasted so good? She'd started on little glasses of the juice - also great, even with her ever-raising standards for these things - and somewhere along the way she'd gotten a glass of the ale, and a little sip of the cider, and now she felt amazing.

You know what also felt amazing? Being around everyone! Not being attacked! Eating gourmet meals every day! Not that one day where everything went to shit and they all almost suffocated! But definitely the meals and the peaceful days!

All of this was being spewed out as a ticker-tape silk message in schoolgirl Japanese, although whether any of it was actually coherent enough for the train's translation effect to grasp was anyone's guess.

She was probably in someone's lap or pinning someone to a wall at this point; standing on all eight legs was a hassle.

[tinkerheart]

Feanor is still distrustful of the spider but even he has to admit that the current state of, heh, spider affairs puts in question a lot of his previous assumptions. Can't really uphold an image of an evil-plotting demonic monster if the said demonic monster is gushing in written form, albeit stylistically horrible one, about how life is good (when the train doesn't try to kill you by breaking itself) and alcohol tastes good and everything is amazing.

Further observation: spiders can't hold their liquor (figuratively, ale is not a liquor by any means) and eight legs are impossible to coordinate while heavily inebriated. Though he doesn't really know what to do with that information.

[kumoko]

She's been largely unfocused in her rambling, but now there's the elf-that-isn't-Maglor and he's... smiling? Smirking? Expressions are so difficult. Especially when six of your eight eyes have decided to fixate on the disco ball. Even so, she valiantly manages to stand up to get a better look, and then flops back over in a pile of spines and chitin at his feet when she inevitably fails.

"--andheyiguessyouhaven'ttriedtoactuallykillmesincethatfirstdaysoyou'realright?? butit'sabitlatetoaskyournamenowhuh--"

[tinkerheart]

Feanor lets up a tired sigh that's actually masking a smile. He gets up from his place and with a firm grip he drags the collapsed and rambling spider a bit closer to the wall. It's not as if he's helping her, Eru forbid! Somebody could trip over all those long legs, you see. To say nothing of the tangled mess of a monologue she's producing.

"It's Feanor. And yes, apparently, I haven't." This might be subject to change... for now though, the creature looks utterly miserable and he's not a complete monster so... "Oh, I am flattered. How gracious of you to consider me alright." It's a real skill he's even able to understand her at all in that state but well, he is.

"Don't look at the ball!" he barks before venturing to the refreshments table to pick up a pitcher of water and a glass. If he's going to do the insane thing trying to make a spider drink water he'll at least make her do it the civilized way.

[kumoko]

She doesn't so much walk after him as ooze, legs scrabbling in what she'll admit is a really ugly way across the floor. Ugh. She does what he says and stops looking up, and everything stops swirling so much. Much better. This guy's a sage. If she'd ever paid attention to her parents, maybe this is what a dad would be like? Hmm.

Wow, that made her sad. Let's just drop that line of thought, huh?!

"You know," she writes more carefully, the silk spooling out across his feet, "You know. Isn't it really unfair that I'm still a spider? I mean, I remember being a perfectly good high-school girl, and then BAM," she squiggles an explosion image, "I'm a spider! But I was a girl for at least fourteen more years than I was a spider, so shouldn't that count for something? Maybe it's because I'm wayyyy stronger as a spider, but shouldn't they ask me first? Yeah! It's really unfair. Feanor, don't you think so? Oh, hey, gimme that..."

She pauses here to grabby-claw at the glass he's holding, hoping it's more juice.

[tinkerheart]

Feanor shakes his head holding the glass away from her reach.

"Careful! You're going to spill out everything at that rate. Your coordination is abysmal and I don't want anyone breaking a leg because one spider couldn't sit still for a whole three seconds."

She gets a glass only after he's sure she won't going to drop the contents on the ground and create a potential health hazard. Nothing like a puddle of water in the middle of a dancefloor with questionable lighting. It is not juice, just water, because he's not going to let her get a sugar crash in addition to an inevitable hangover that she will get. He knows too little about spider biology to risk it. Contrary to his earlier declarations and actions, now that they did spend some time on the same train, he really does not wish her harm. Nor death.

After handing her the glass he picks up some the monologue she was spewing just a moment ago. He may not know what high-school exactly is, even if the term is at least in half self-explanatory, but the general meaning is obvious. This spider was human. From what she just said, fourteen years a human. Whatever world she hails from, there must exist a power there capable of enchanting people into monsters. Charlotte must have done something truly terrible to be cursed with her current form.

"What did you do that someone cursed you?"

Because that sounds like a serious grudge.