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deercountry2022-12-31 11:44 am
demonicbeauty) wrote in deercountry2022-12-31 11:44 am
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And my destination makes it worth the while... [OPEN]
Who: Ariadne and pretty much anyone she knows
What: New Years Eve
When: December 31, going into January 1
Where: Around and about Serenity Garden
Note: If you've spoken to Ariadne more than once, assume you're invited. Her guests are also welcome to bring a +1 or two. Party crashers also welcome, just let me know if you cause any property damage so Ariadne can brow beat you. PM me, if you have any questions or need me to add any warnings.
Content Warnings: Backstory trauma likely to come up for some folks, will update as needed.
Ariadne wasn't much of a party planner, but she couldn't ignore Ezra's suggestion that she find some way to celebrate one of the most important holidays from back home. She'd enjoyed learning about the celebrations of others. New Years Eve was a time of renewal, of hope, of strength. She wanted to share that with the people of Trench. So she did her best. Was it glamorous? Certainly not by some of the standards she'd seen in Deerington and Trench. But it was something. And, really, it was the people there who mattered the most. The people were what made the multiverse worth exploring.
Still, that wasn't to say it was without any frills. Serenity Gardens were elegant on an ordinary night. Tonight, there was a little extra something.
The main great room of the shop had been cleared, all of the counters and shelves pushed to the walls, so there was a broad, open space in the middle. Thanks to Wesker, Ariadne knew how to play music with her Omni now, so she had all sorts of dances being played, in case anyone wanted to celebrate the old-fashioned way, in the arms of someone they cared for.
Against one wall, she'd actually lit her fireplace, something she rarely permitted. There were a couple of smaller tables, with dried fruit, nuts, and whatever other small treats Ariadne had managed to scrounge together. And thanks to a deal she'd made with a merchant in town, she had a few barrels of pear cider, warming in the glow of the fire.
Outside, in the garden proper, Ariadne had set up some strings of fairy lights. She trusted electricity far more than fire, especially around her precious trees. There were a lot of corners and shadows to hide away with a lover. Ariadne was no fool. She knew that part of the appeal of attending a party was sneaking away from it.
What: New Years Eve
When: December 31, going into January 1
Where: Around and about Serenity Garden
Note: If you've spoken to Ariadne more than once, assume you're invited. Her guests are also welcome to bring a +1 or two. Party crashers also welcome, just let me know if you cause any property damage so Ariadne can brow beat you. PM me, if you have any questions or need me to add any warnings.
Content Warnings: Backstory trauma likely to come up for some folks, will update as needed.
Ariadne wasn't much of a party planner, but she couldn't ignore Ezra's suggestion that she find some way to celebrate one of the most important holidays from back home. She'd enjoyed learning about the celebrations of others. New Years Eve was a time of renewal, of hope, of strength. She wanted to share that with the people of Trench. So she did her best. Was it glamorous? Certainly not by some of the standards she'd seen in Deerington and Trench. But it was something. And, really, it was the people there who mattered the most. The people were what made the multiverse worth exploring.
Still, that wasn't to say it was without any frills. Serenity Gardens were elegant on an ordinary night. Tonight, there was a little extra something.
The main great room of the shop had been cleared, all of the counters and shelves pushed to the walls, so there was a broad, open space in the middle. Thanks to Wesker, Ariadne knew how to play music with her Omni now, so she had all sorts of dances being played, in case anyone wanted to celebrate the old-fashioned way, in the arms of someone they cared for.
Against one wall, she'd actually lit her fireplace, something she rarely permitted. There were a couple of smaller tables, with dried fruit, nuts, and whatever other small treats Ariadne had managed to scrounge together. And thanks to a deal she'd made with a merchant in town, she had a few barrels of pear cider, warming in the glow of the fire.
Outside, in the garden proper, Ariadne had set up some strings of fairy lights. She trusted electricity far more than fire, especially around her precious trees. There were a lot of corners and shadows to hide away with a lover. Ariadne was no fool. She knew that part of the appeal of attending a party was sneaking away from it.