((Direct response to Neshomeh's last post, so same deal with timey-wimey stuff))
Orken breathed a sigh of relief. “Smoke?” He sniffed the air, and indeed smelled smoke. He frowned. “Hrm. I hope someone isn’t being unsafe with fire. This place has a tendancy to… ignite.” Not seeing any immediate flames, though, he continued. “I’m glad you like it. I noticed that you didn’t bring a weapon on our last mission. As an Assassin, I can’t imagine going into bad…” He stopped as he caught sight of the fire climbing the rafters. “Really? Again? Isn’t this getting kind of… expected?” He hugged the last two presents he was carrying close to his chest, in such a way that they shielded the books Ilraen had given him. The gifts Thomas had picked out for Maria and Cadmar would not be harmed by the eventual fire extinguishing water (probably) whereas the two paperbacks most certainly would.
“Why in the name of kandrona must people keep setting this place on fire?” Orken wondered allowed. He eyed the flames with apprehension, and calculated his chances of being able to get to the door. He estimated his chances were not good. Shortly after resigning himself to having to avoid catching fire in the lounge while stuck in the aforementioned burning room, he saw an agent he swore he had seen before (perhaps he had been around awhile?) wielding a punch bowl and screaming at the top of his lungs for others to get out of his way, as he threw punch at the instigator of the lounges nth fire. Some children were making headway on the rafter fire with their squirt guns as well. (He could not even hazard a guess as to the number of times it had happened. He had heard it had happened quite often even before his time, but no-one seemed to have exact numbers.) He hoped that there were others as innovative as the man with the bunch bowl and the children with the squirt guns, because there was a conspicuous lack of fire extinguishers. Orken silently cursed the laws of narrative comedy.
((This is going on a little before the fire. I was busy yesterday, so yeah, wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey. )) Ilraen had nearly forgotten the box he was holding, but now that he'd seen Orken pleased with ... more
"Uh, Lee?" Lee broke off her conversation with Ian (who had finally found her a few minutes earlier) and looked over at her daemon, who was staring pensively up at the ceiling from his perch on the... more
Yn'hrai had anticipated the intern's recommendation that Kasaiko join the DoGA. It was the obvious choice given her personality. "Kasaiko's meeting with the Bonsai Mallorn has disqualified her from... more
Frédéric looked around for his son and found him just off to his right. "Gaspard," he shouted over the pandemonium. "Can you pursue your conversation with your friend outside please? It's getting hot ... more
Lisa squeaked as she was splashed with punch. She ran off to the side, found the pitcher of strawberry lemonade, and (after a regretful look at her new favorite drink) also threw it at the ceiling.... more
(( I wrote my last post intending to be caught up by the end, so as far as I'm concerned it's all fine now. That said, though, I am very much against actually burning everything down, since that... more
Came the shout from the inside of the Lounge. Gaspard and Frédéric came back inside. "Man," said Gaspard as he looked at the scorched interior. "Who knew a small fairy could do all of that?" "I have... more
... and closed her eyes, hoping for a short nap. Possibly a nice cookie. Of course, this is a holidy party in the PPC HQ. Peace is not an option. Within five minutes, Lisa was sat on, she had angrily ... more