voidtreckerexpress | Let's Have a Party!

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Let's Have a Party!

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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"You don't even have to pretend because a compliment is exactly what it was." Feanor nods with a smile. He gestures to the ... well, all of the arrangements. "This was a very good idea."

"Yes, you did. Not about the innkeeper but about the world you visited," he says taking the glass. The ale is surprisingly good. The woman who made it must have had a real talent for the booze.

"But do tell me of those liquors because I'd like to hear more." Look, you can't live on coffee alone and beer is not exactly his drink of choice. The stronger stuff though. Let's just say it is true you can make alcohol from just about anything. Well, anything edible to be precise.

That really threw Tony off guard. He'd expected the elf to be snippy like he had the other night. However, that was a geniune compliment, wasn't it? For a moment, he didn't know what to say to that (which was shocking given how much he loved the sound of his own voice). "Thank you," he finally manages, breaking into a smile. "I thought it might help keep the peace with cabin fever setting in. Uh, does your world use that phrase?" There wasn't any condescendation in his tone, only curious if he needed to use a different term.

"Yes, she was quite a woman." His smile turned into a smirk as he remembered the friend he'd made and likely wouldn't see again.

He groans lightly. "I wish I had more to tell you about liquors, but sadly I've found this train lacking. I'm in the process of building a still so we can make our own drinks. I'm partial to bourbon, which typically is made of corn. We have plenty of potatoes too to make vodka. Are these names the same as what they are on your world?"

"I am not familiar with the term but I did travel with others on a vessel and the journey took a substantial amount of time. We found out very quickly that not everyone is comfortable being confined to closed spaces for long periods. It's beneficial to have something to occupy your mind with. Music is perfect. Food too, if there's enough of it."

They were so underprepared for their trip that cabin fever was the least of their problems. That doesn't mean it wasn't a problem. Just not a big one.

"Some are. Bourbon is not." There's a small chuckle of understanding coming. He'd love to have some wine here. Of the not horrible quality. "If you need assistance with your construction process I can help."

Tony nods. Feanor might not know the term but he clearly knew what it meant. He'd argue that the music wasn't exactly what he'd call perfect, but he wasn't going to complain about it to Maglor's own father. He'd likely walk away with more than a bruised chin for that. And.. if he were being incredibly honest, the music was beautiful. Maglor and Sarai were clearly a wonderful pair and remarkably talented. It simply wasn't what he was used to for a party.

"It's a type of whiskey," he explains briefly. For someone who enjoyed it as much as he did, it felt like a considerable underwhelming description but it was concise. "I might take you up on that offer. I need a glass container and haven't seen anything on board that would be suitable. Perhaps we could find something that will work when we stop at another world."

Praise Tony for his survival instincts. Feanor would not take kindly to anyone criticizing his son. For whatever reasons. There wouldn't be understanding for Tony's motivation anyway because he is not exactly a huge fan of parties.

"A glass container?" That's just another occasion where he feels the train is sorely underequipped. "If I had access to a proper furnace I could make one for you. I don't usually work with glass but I'm sure didn't forget how."

There is a split second glance to the window. If only he had access to a furnace maybe he could make a suitable container for the void lights. He's been itching to try since the first time he saw them. But that's it, barely a glimpse before it's gone.

"If you're going to be distilling anything you'd better get a good fit with the parts. Otherwise, not only you'll lose half of it but you're going to get everyone on the train drunk on the fumes. Just about any container won't do." This is years of experience speaking. They had to invent practically everything from scratch so Feanor has probably done all the stupid mistakes possible.

If Tony had a furnace he could do it too, but the fact that Feanor is wanting to assist was kind on a level the human wasn't expecting. They'd somehow turned quite the corner in their relationship, hadn't they?

"It would be incredibly useful if we had something like that to build things made of glass and metal. I doubt they'd truly like to see what we could do if we had access to use a tool."

The next bit of advice was surprising in a whole different fashion. It was useful and something Tony hadn't fully thought of just yet. He chuckles. "As amusing as getting the train drunk would be, we should perhaps avoid that. Knowing Peter, he'll find a way to blow the place up if we let him get drunk."

Oh how right he will be.

Feanor laughs.

"Eru, no! No one should let that kid get near alcohol. He can cause enough mayhem while perfectly sober. He's a good kid but I'm not keen on finding out how much more creative he can get when drunk."

That...is kind of prophetic?

Tony grins, glad to hear Feanor relax enough to laugh. It was nice to see that the elf even could let his hair down, so to speak.

"It's true. The boy is a complete idiot when he's not being a genius." The words were said with clear fondness. He loved that silly kid and was grateful he was doing so well in this environment.

"How are things with your son?"

"He's a kid. He'll get his share of stupid until he stops being one." These are years of experience talking. "He might make it difficult for his reason to keep up with his tongue and actions but he has a good heart. I wouldn't worry." Much. Doesn't mean he'll let Peter can get away with the said stupid.

The following question throws him off course a bit. His gaze travels to where Maglor and Sarai are playing. They look happy. He's grateful for that.

"Improving," he says, his eyes still on his son. "I hope."

Wasn't that the truth! Tony shakes his head, unsure how they were all going to survive the menace that was teenage years. They'd figure it out, of course. It helped that Peter had such a good heart and friendly disposition most of the time.

He follows Feanor's gaze to his own son and smiles at the two musicians. They seemed to be doing very well blending their songs together.

"Good. I'm happy to hear that. He looks healthier than he did when he first arrived, doesn't he?"

Feanor nods slightly. Healthier, yes. Less of a ghost his son was when he first saw him on that platform. He'd still forget to eat but Feanor took it upon himself o make sure his son is not missing meals. The fact that there are good people on this train helps too. Having to share space with the spider is probably less than ideal and Feanor happily switched cabins with his son to lessen his discomfort. Unfortunately, the cursed tickets allow one to enter only their assigned cabin and no other. So that's, at least for now, not feasible. In spite of his earlier reservation Feanor doesn't consider the spider a threat anymore. A nuisance, yes, but he's inclined to believe she might not be that bad. Certainly not a monster he took her for in the beginning.

And Sarai has been a blessing for that whole time.

"I'm glad he has company," he says "someone to play and sing with. He loves music."

Once Maglor's 'company' is mentioned, it was hard to take his eyes off her. It was so odd that someone could look so strikingly different and yet remind him of his wife so strongly. She was sure feisty enough to be Pepper's spirit sister. Hm, Pepper and Sarai...

He blinks and remembers the present. Had he missed any of the conversation? Possibly. Did he care? Hmm.. a little bit.

"What were you saying? The ale seems to have caught up with me a bit."

If he knew what Tony was thinking, Feanor would agree that Sarai is a beauty. A bit unusual but a beauty nonetheless. She's also a married beauty and that's a fact that matters a lot to him.

Still, the both the question and the declaration grants Tony a half-worried half-amused look.

"Oh, do you need to sit down?"

Feanor doesn't look like he was drinking at all. All the booze on the train would not get him drunk and that's definitely for the better. Too much alcohol brings the worst in him and there's a lot of worst there to choose from.

Whatever, he can look just not touch, right?

Tony smirks at the suggestion and shakes his head. "No, I have a PhD in drunkenness. Uh.. a PhD is the highest educational rank you can get in a particular area."

Now that he thinks about it, he looks more interested in Feanor again. "Some of the folklore in my world talk about elves having really potent alcohol. Is that true?" He needs the recipe.

To have any educational rank in drunkenness is certainly something. To have the highest one is bordering on madness.

"You do have interesting ideas on what to do with your time, really." Feanor thinks Tony is joking but he's not absolutely certain. More on the subject of alcohol though.

"Mhm. Quite correct." There's some truth in many tales. "I'm afraid you wouldn't live to try it even if we started today. The aging process takes centuries." Does it really? Totally poker face (if he knew what poker face is). Alright. Maybe 80% of poker face.

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