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.

Comments

[tinkerheart]

"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."

[runs_on_batteries]

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?"

[tinkerheart]

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."

[runs_on_batteries]

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."

[tinkerheart]

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.

[runs_on_batteries]

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.

[tinkerheart]

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.