Patience’s Order Social: BBQ & Pool Party
Date: 2025-06-21 21:01
(Patience’s Order Social: BBQ & Pool Party)
[Sat Jun 21 2025]
In the garden atrium
50 From the sheltered porch to an L-shaped building at the bottom of the property, this mostly-enclosed garden area is absolutely breath-taking, comprised of sweeping grass and cleverly arranged flowerbeds around lagoon- style pool and waterfall. Along each side of the pool, 79flagstone pathways lead one through the garden itself, where the calming greens of boxwood trees and ferns are all but overwhelmed by 31t32he 69rio70tous71 77c71o70lors69 of68 se67ason68al fl62o63wers, spilling from multiple layers within their interlocking, geometric beds.
Off to one side of the gorgeous pool, 30a gazebo provides sheltered seating on several outdoor couches, set up around a firepit, for colder weather. Situated nearby, are several wrought-iron chairs, surrounding 40a square, glass-topped iron table. While there are no walls, planter boxes filled with aromatic greenery and 68fl62o63wers corral several sides and offer some sense of privacy. /i/i>dusk/span, about 71F(21C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At Autumn and Washington/span
Eventually drifting his way down from the porch while an attempted drowning of an unbreathing woman is happening, Ambrose wanders his way over near said wheel, alongside the pool. “Merciless Mercer game,” he opines in an even, deadened tone with a touch of amusement.
“I think that’s an awesome way to look at it. The body is meant to express, right?” Sophie says to Sofia.
Moving her arms to move the water about her a bit, Eloa looks around for a pool float for herself, hazel eyes trying to seek an empty one out.
“Truth,” Sofia replies right on back to Sophie, before rolling over the pool’s edge to do a sideways cannonball into the water, splashing over the similarly named girl mercilessly, letting herself sink under the water and then pop up. She turns to Shiloh, slicking her now soaked hair back. “Regenerating is the shit, honestly. Like I still check in with the hospital just to be sure, but it makes mistakes a little less painful.”
Alice arrives just behind Stelle, announcing her presence by the meaty splap splap splap of her flip-flops as she makes her way down the path. Once she’s close enough, though, she gives a little wave. “Heyyy! Sorry we’re late!”
Patience rises from the water, giving her head a shake and wiping her face with both hands. “Rude,” she scolds Miles, but then more people are arriving, and it eases away her momentary sulk entirely. She waves, leaning back against the edge of the pool as she says over to Stelle and Alice, “Welcome ladies! Kick back and enjoy. Food, fun, and uhh. Frolics.
Sophie grumbles at Sofia, “Rub it in..rub it in.”
Patience says “Did Shiloh spin yet?“
Staying beside Sophie who can’t join the pool since her arm is in a cast, Eloa sighs as she finds no empty pool ballons. She does eye the one Miles is on for a bit but decides she’s too shy to really go steal that. She pats Sophie on the leg instead, “Is okay. You will heal soon. Also anyone who hurt probably stay near Eloa heal faster.” She comments with a small smile, a soft, soothing aura surrounding the woman, stronger the closer it is.
Shiloh flashes a grin aside at Sofia before letting his hidden gaze wander across all those present, letting out a low whistle “Now this is ah pool party.” He declares before shaking his head at Patience “On it!” He calls out as he wades his way over to the wheel, giving it a good spin!
Sophie leans on Eloa, and laughs, “I owe you, I know I’ll get better. It’s just a process.”
“Not late at all,” Ambrose assures placidly from where he lingers poolside, coated in enough sunscreen that he’d be a few degrees paler if he weren’t already pretty parchment pale. “As stated, I may be in and out. But please, make yourselves at home, enjoy the wheel, all that.”
After his attempt at drowning Patience, Miles just replies that: “All is fair in pools and war.” That can’t be right, but he paddles over to the edge to stick out his hand and reach for the fat orange cat that’s waddling around the perimeter. While he does that, he tells Nemi, “No rules. Spin the wheel if you want to, or peer pressure somebody else to do it.” While he tempts fate with the Commodore, he asks Sophie, “What happened to your arm?”
“Fashionably late,” Stelle corrects Alice before she takes off her sweater and tosses her boots somewhere or another, eventually settling down at the edge of the pool, legs dipped in. She nods to Patience, then to Ambrose and then a wave to everyone else around.
Miles uses a fat orange cat: It’s hard to tell whether the tubby cat is purring, grumbling, or having trouble breathing.
Nemi nods softly as she swims over to the wheel with a soft hum, raising a hand…. growing closer as she prepares to spin it yet ever so hesitant.
Shiloh turns to Miles as the wheel spins, “What’s dis for again? Fortune?” The man clearly has no idea what he’s getting himself into.
Sophie smiles at Miles, “I was at a friends house, left to go to my car and met five monsters.”
Obadiah is the master multitasker at the moment. It only happens in the water. One tentacle slithers out of the water and into the red cooler to find a can of something, while a second suckers onto his hope and takes it up to the air, “Everyone say Hi Esme!” He throws a hang loose sign as he takes the impromptu group selfie.
Shiloh uses a nautical wheel of doom: A Truth or a Dare – 79Choose a victim. 79They must decide between a truth or a dare, 79which you then assign them./span>/span“Ouch,” Miles winces sympathetically for Sophie. “Happens to the best of us.” Glancing back over to Shiloh, he just declares enigmatically that, “It puts your fate up to the will of the water.”
Probably the only one who arrives by horse, Aishia finds a spot to hitch her ride near the Lodge and, after a quick look-around, finds the flock of Orderites nearby. Probably needed but sharpen those ears to catch a trail of that. She pitter-patters over and gives a “Hello-” to those gathered.
Probably the only one who arrives by horse, Aishia finds a spot to hitch her ride near the Lodge and, after a quick look-around, finds the flock of Orderites nearby. Probably needed but sharpen those ears to catch a trail of that. She pitter-patters over and gives a “Hello-” to those gathered. And, presumably as the first to do so, it’s the available banquet her curiosity — and person — is drawn towards.
“.. If I hadn’t unintentionally napped for.. two hours, earlier.. I’d be deep asleep already. Got maybe an hour myself.” she notes, offering Ambrose a nod as he, in turn, pre-apologized for possible early departure.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Amby. For even a bit,” Patience says and then she’s craning to see what Shiloh’s use of the wheel relays. She’s got other schemes in mind though, and so even while waiting to see who he’s going to choose, she’s heading on up the pool steps and toward that tub of balloons that’s sort of, but not really, hidden. “God, that sucks so much,” she commiserates with Sophie on the way past.
Alice immediately announces, “I’m swimming,” kicking off her flippy floppies as she approaches, stops only briefly by the edge of the pool, then hops in, legs together and straight to avoid kicking up too much water. She resurfaces a moment later, flicking her hair back; everyone thinks they’re gonna look like Ariel when they do that, but she very much does not, the hair just slapping wetly against her back.
Nemi looks over and waves and waves and waves. “Hi esme!” She states with a wave of her hand. She then reaches and spins the wheel.
Nemi uses a nautical wheel of doom: Slippery When Wet – 79Take a dip in the water, 79or get a bottle of it dumped over your head./span>/spanHi Aishia!“
Nemi is already in the pool… she sinks lower into it with a smile on her face.
Shiloh grins wide, flashing his teeth as he sees where the wheel lands, pointing back over to Sofia “Truth or dare?” He calls out.
Patience ducks to grab a water balloon in each hand. “Stelle!” she calls out to Stelle. “Pick me a target. Make sure it’s Miles, but pick anyone you want!”
Sofia stops backstroking to tread water, raising a finger to snap at Shiloh while the other one holds her beer up. “Truth!”
Unfortunately, Ambrose makes sure to swiftly get himself out of the picture angle that Obadiah calls for, doing the exact opposite. Apparently he does not find himself terribly photogenic. “Hi, Esme,” he calls back over a shoulder, instead pivoting toward the gazebo and drifting thataway in his flipflops.
“It is just after the solstice, longest day, shortest night, and I spent most of it partying. And then went to another party, and promptly decided I was reserving any energy for these folks,” Ambrose announces placidly toward Aishia as he goes. “I am glad you came.”
Stelle gives this some faux-thought, eyes drifting up then left then right and hand raising to her chin. “Hmmm.. Euh… Yes, it should be Miles. I pick Miles,” Stelle finally replies to Patience after careful internal deliberation.
frowning at her phone, Eloa looks a bit upset and shakes her head, leaning against the side of the pool.
Sophie looks over at Ambrose, “Is this your place?”
Shiloh chuckles softly as he watches Sofia backstroke along, of course, while preserving the beer “Okay, what’s the most embarrassin’ moment ya had since ya got here?”
Patience nods. “Good choice!” she calls to Stelle, clearly approving. But those balloons linger a bit, as Obadiah takes pictures and then someone chooses truth. For now, she just bounces them in her hands, giving her prey plenty of time to escape if he chooses the path of cowardice and dry skin.
Patience nods. “Good choice!” she calls to Stelle, clearly approving. But those balloons linger a bit, as Obadiah takes pictures and then Sofia chooses truth. For now, she just bounces them in her hands, giving her prey plenty of time to escape if he chooses the path of cowardice and dry skin.
“It is,” Ambrose confirms back to Sophie, with a lift of an arm to gently drift along the curl of buildings around the garden. “Casa de Vasquez, though a few of us stay here.”
Sophie sheepishly asks Ambrose, “And..your name, so I can thank you properly?”
Nemi says “Wonder if I could have convinced dovie for some of those truth serums…“
Eloa leans into Sophie a bit, “Which one is Esme?” She asks once she’s done asking Ambrose for his name, “I think I remember people wrong…”
Oblivious, Miles just floats along happily in his inflatable raft, completely unaware of the comeuppance that is surely headed his way. He looks around in search of Esme, then calls out, “Hi Esme!” into a mic at his shoulder, while he watches the exchange between Shiloh and Sofia nosily.
Miles says “Hi, Esme!“
“He’s Amby,” Patience interrupts to call over to Sophie. “Amby, Miles, Antonio and I live here and I think Nemi and Shay have sort of rooms, when they want.”
Patience says “Esme, coming to swim?“
Patience says “Oops. “
Nemi nods softly.
Ambrose dons a very mild, barely-there smile for Sophie, chin tucking toward chest. “Ambrose Vasquez, acting Warden.”
Patience says “Viv are you coming?“
Obadiah says “I don’t think Esme can hear us. She is in Cali“
“Was up at three in the morning.. Hunted. Sewed. Baked. Hunted some more.. and some more. The mornings and afternoons are usually very.. boring. Very few interesting people to find and meet at those hours.” Aishia begins to sum up, as a hand hovers over some of the food choices – decision unclear, though who can blame her given the vast amount of options. A little shrug follows, complete with a sheepish smile. “.. missed the costume party. And.. obviously.. don’t fit into a ball, too. So I mostly hunted through that, too.”
She pauses, both to let the Warden make introductions and to steer her attention westwards. “Must be comfortable. Your lodge, this close to your mansion.”
In the midst of all her chattering, Patience turns and winds up like she’s about to throw the winning pitch of the baseball season. God. She’s not an athlete, but…
Patience uses a brightly colored water balloon: The balloon lands right in the pool with a wet splash.
Sophie leans over to Eloa, “I don’t know.” She then asks, “Everything okay? You didn’t look impressed at your phone.” With a flash of a smile she waves to Ambrose, “Nice to meet you officially, Ambrose.”
Patience uses a brightly colored water balloon: It’s a 95critical hit with an extra big splash!/span>Sofia blatantly lies to Shiloh, as she takes a few moments to think it over, and then finally she admits, “Alright, most embarrassing thing that I’ve done, is I regularly get the brightly twinky guys with brightly colored hair confused, like Jakem and some of the Howler boys, and so I’ve just like told a dude a story before thinking it was about his brother and it was really about someone completely different”
Sofia says “Ahem, brightly colored hair twinky guys.“
Seeming even more confused by all the calls about Esme, Eloa grows more quiet as she leans against the pool side, her hands and feet moving a bit through the water to generate movement. She looks over at Sophie with a shrug, “Is just english. Confusing. If you ask someone are you doing x. Is that consider rumour?” She asks with some confusion.
Nemi says “You know I wonder the genetic odds of me being born with grey hair and eyes… “
“Haha, you throw like a gir–” Miles is in the midst of taunting Patience when her second balloon hits him right in the face, drenching him from head to toe and silencing him in one blow. He remains perfectly still for several seconds, staring up at Patience with an inscrutable expression before saying: “Nice throw!”
“It is nice, save for when there is a battle nun lurking right here in the garden, rifle pointed at the entry of the Lodge,” Ambrose supposes with his usual dry atonality for Aishia. One of his hands lifts to dawdle around in gesture toward the flowers. “But, ah, well. These things happen.” Apparently. There’s a nod to Sophie, cordial. “A pleasure, Miss Callum.”
“Nope.” Sophie says to Eloa, “But people are paranoid. Are they asking if you heard something?”
Shiloh watches Sofia with interest, tilting his head slightly as he listens, “Some of us don’t, but I figured if ya did, it’d be ah good question.” Then as Sofia answers he lets out a laugh, “I’m sure dat must’ve been real awkward. Did ya play it off well?”
Obadiah holds his phone and beer up above his head, folding his hands across his toned stomach as he floats. “More of you should be merfolk,” he says after a moment. “I hate being the only pretty one.”
Sophie nods to Ambrose, “Rather rude to do that. Rifles make a mess.
Eloa shakes her head at Sophie, “No Eloa ask someone if they do X because she heard from other people they are doing X. But get any text saying stop spread rumor they no care who I hear from. When Eloa ask person directly.”
Nemi looks over as she raises an eyebrow at Obadiah. “Unless you can do some magic blood ritual on me I doubt that’ll happen.”
Stelle uses a fat orange cat: It’s hard to tell whether the tubby cat is purring, grumbling, or having trouble breathing.
“It was the shotgun that was truly unpleasant,” Ambrose considers offhandedly about something-or-other, and his shaded gaze drifts briefly over toward Obadiah. “Would that I could, Mister Mercer.”
“Ah!” Sophie nudges Eloa, “So when you hear something, that’s about someone but doesn’t come from them, some call it a rumor. But, people talk. The fact you’re asking the person direct, is kind. You aren’t spreading it. You’re asking for truth.”
Sofia easily crushes her empty can of Budweiser between her palms so it’s flattened and then frisbees it towards trash, continuing to chat with Shiloh while she treads water. “I don’t think anyone was offended or anything, just mildly confused at why I was talking to them about some random dude. Wasn’t much to play off, all of the embarrassment was completely internal.”
“Oh no,” Patience says to Sofia, pausing to give herself a “Woo!” when one of her two balloons lands. She gives Miles a sassy smile, running a hand through her sodden hair like she’s just too cool. Then, however, there’s more going on and so she heads back away from the tub of balloons. “I’m Pax, for those of you that haven’t met me in person before!” she calls out, before diving back into the pool.
Satisfied after a jello shot and a rub of he who shall not be unfattened that does not result in a bite, Stelle settles more into her spot with her legs kicking in the water.
With Ambrose gesturing around the flowers, Aishia takes a turn doing the same. Or, well, almsot the same. She uses a piece of pilfered chicken to gesture about, though her waving is moreso aimed towards the mansion itself. “.. Guess a house like that does stand out lots. It’s… lavish. Too much for my taste, but who would be surprised learnign that..” A chuckle, another sheepish smirk, and her amber-eyed attention finally drifts back onto and over the flowerbeds, the pathways through the gardens, and this observation is concluded with another few nods. “.. but you know your gardens. Or.. have good gardeners? This is a thing I can envy.”
Sophie chuckles at Patience’s comment, “I’ve done that.”
Shiloh snorts at Sofia’s explanation, “Hold for booze.” He declares as he wades back through the water and hops up on the edge of the pool, grabbing a jello shot before slinking back into the water, gaze moving over to Patience from behind his auburn hair, calling back out to Patience “Nice to meet’cha Pax!” Before throwing back his jello shot.
Alice drifts through the water for a little bit, enjoying the weightlessness, before she joins Stelle at the side of the pool, keeping herself in place with her arms. “It’s nice to just relax,” she says, turning to look at the shenanigans. “This is what it’s all for, right?”
Eloa nods her head at Sophie, “Is what Eloa think. So confused that asking person directly is called rumor. Then be scold and told not to spread rumor. But they no care who told Eloa in first place.” The latina shakes her head a little, “Is just very confuse.”
“A little of column A, a little of column B,” Ambrose supposes back to Aishia, leant against the edge of the gazebo to let his own eyes wander the flowerbads. “I have no particular green thumb, but things don’t wither under my touch. I’m having Dovie Fairchild do some of the gardening. She’s got far more a knack for these things.”
“Can hardly blame you. I get the little smurf and the offspring of Captain Planet and Sid Vicious mixed up, myself,” Miles relays to Sofia, while reaching up to pick some ruptured balloon rubber out of his teeth, while giving Patience a narrow-eyed look that suggests nefarious plotting underway. To whatever degree Miles is capable of plotting, per se. Stretching back and letting the pool take him where it will, he wonders to Obadiah, “I feel like I’d just be one neverending wardrobe malfunction if I could mer out.”
As is wont to happen, Ambrose attention gets stolen by something, and it drifts toward the pool, staring at the middle distance.
Sophie gives Eloa a soft squeeze, “Just remember that they don’t like people. You did nothing wrong. Some people just don’t handle that kinda stuff well. I mean, I appreciate honestly.”
“Fae, or.. fellow druid?” inquires Aishia aside, attention perked back up at hearing a name that piqued up the mention. “.. wasn’t she the one who hosted that beach party thing? Or.. am I already mixing names up..”
Attention is drawn down towards Alice while a straw is trapped between Stelle’s lips. Then, a nod follows and Stelle responds, “It is, no? A euh… they call it a mixer, no? It’s nice to see so many of us in one place.”
Sofia snaps back to Miles in agreement. “Yeah, those are the ones I get mixed up! They’re so fucking easy to get confused, right? It would be like… if we had a Sofia, a Sophia, and a Sophie all in The Order or something like that.”
Sophie snickers at Sofia and raises her glass with a nod, “You can call me whatever you want to save confusion.”
“Might be both, to be honest. I’m not entirely sure,” Ambrose admits back to Aishia at the time.
“Dovie did the beach competition too. She is a delight, and quite the green thumb,” Obadiah says with a smile to Aishia, his fingers wiggling in Ambrose direction for some reason before adding to Miles, “Well… Unless everyone wants to see my largest tentacle I’ll have to wait for everyone to leave to get dressed.”
“I’d rather know if people were talking about me,” Patience tells Eloa seriously, when she resurfaces and tunes in to that part of the girls’ conversation, apparently willing Miles to do his damndest. “Like for real. Especially if it’s one of those reputation damaging things.” She reaches out to give the girl’s shoulder a squeeze, saying to Sophie, “Totally right babe.” But then, over her shoulder, she calls to Obadiah, “You’ve got such a unique look – though it’d be cool to have some tails in here!
Sofia twirls around in the water and side-strokes by Sophie, saying, “Alright, I’m gonna call you late for dinner.”
Nemi nods softly to Obadiah. “If I was a fae I would… I’m not-” she states softly.
nods a few more times and then gives Sophie a smile, “Sophie kind. Thank you. Eloa english not very good. Is working on it.” She admits softly as she looks over at the rest of the pool. At the extra comment from Patience, Eloa smiles, “Thank you Miss Pax. I just confuse why other person not even there text me ask me stop spread rumor when I ask original person. Is all.”
Sophie smiles at Patience and gives Eloa a wink, “See. In time you learn who wants the truth and who wants to live in a bubble.” Her gaze snaps to Sofia, “I am NEVER late for food.”
Nemi says “With the whole sea critter thing… but no“
Nemi says “I don’t want to see your largest tentacle…. ew“
Sophie looks at Nemi, “But..sense of adventure.”
“Orbie have tentacle?” The clueless latina asks Obadiah with a few blinks, “Can show?” Eloa tilts head, “Good for study, no see before.”
“That would be so weird,” Miles replies to Sofia obliviously, head tilting as he floats about imagining a situation that is, in fact, reality. “Maybe in another life, I was an octopus merman,” Miles supposes, ogling Obadiah’s tentacles enviously until the water carries him near enough that he can hop out and give the wheel a spin.
Miles uses a nautical wheel of doom: Expanded Wardrobe – 79Pick an item from the treasure chest and don it until you leave or spin Time to Show Skin./span>/spanPatience calls to Sofia. “You were the wheel’s last target, so it’s your turn to spin!”
Patience says “Oh Miles is spinning.“
AishiaObadiah has earned himself a nod next. “.. I figured. With two stores that have a name like that. One sells.. some flowers, too, even.. I believe.” Something scrunches her nose there, at something she said, but it is shook and shrugged off easily. She’s about to bite into that waved-around chicken piece before her attention shifts over to Eloa, and she directs her attention over to the Taco Fellow. “.. Look at his legs. Or.. well.. where they should be. He’s a mer-folk.. right now.”
Sofia laughs warmly at Patience and waves a hand, saying, “I’ll go after Miles then, no worries.” She gives Sophie an apologetic, look, with a hint of playful amusement lingering in her eyes. “You’d only be late for food if I called you late for it!”
Reaching into the chest, Miles retrieves a cardboard burger king crown and plants it atop his head. He takes a second to pose in it, doing his best to manifest a kingly presence, before launching back into his throne with a splash.
Shiloh grins over at Miles, “Should make that your new MyHaven profile picture.”
A tentacle reaches out and smacks the water next to Miles, splashing him, while Obadiah just smiles innocently.
Patience giggles at the banter between the Sophie and Sofia, though there’s just a hint of something wistful about it. “Good good!” she decides, and then does a lazy back-kick to float herself into the pool a little bit. “Tentacles are the new it thing, I guess,” she murmurs and then there’s more laughing at the Mercer byplay. “Don’t get your crown wet, King Miles!” she warns.
Blinking a little as she looks under the water, Eloa hadn’t even noticed the mass of tentacles that was under the man in the water. “Oh… is never see before.” She blinks as a tentacle splashes Miles, “Must be fast in water..”
Letting out an unnecessary chuff of breath that passes for a laugh, Ambrose spares a look westward across the street — and toward the sunset — before he drifts his way northward. “I will be back out shortly. You are all welcome on the first floor if you need space or want to explore or whatnot.”
Looking up at Sophie, Eloa nods her head firmly, “Is what see message?” She asks Sophie with a grin.
Patience says “Love you Amby!“
Sofia pushes up from the side of the pool and then walks over, body dripping as she heads to the wheel. She grabs it up and gives a spin.”
Sofia pushes up from the side of the pool and then walks over, body dripping as she heads to the wheel. She grabs it up and gives a spin.
“You know what my favorite seafood is?” Miles asks Obadiah idly, while licking now-wet lips in the wake of the splash, He adjusts his crown a little, checking to ensure that it hasn’t been soggified, then declares: “Calimari.”
Sofia uses a nautical wheel of doom: Fuck, Marry, Kill – 79Choose a victim and give them three names. 79They must pick one each to fuck, 79marry, 79and kill./span>/spanAlice eyes the wheel from her spot in the pool, mouth still full of chips.
Patience continues her traversing of the pool, until she sidles up next to Shiloh. Leaning arms against the edge, resting head atop her arms, she wonders of him, “So, how are you? Are you new with the Order, or just to town?” It’s the usual professional spiel, but hey she’s in a bikini and he’s in trunks, so it’s an icebreaker, right?
Obadiah sniggers at Miles then and bobs his head a little bit, “I get told that a lot. Must be my youngest child syndrome.” He watches Sofia for a moment then takes a drink of his beer, still holding it with an additional appendage.
“I mean is what he said.” Eloa lifts her phone up, good thing it’s waterproof! to show Sophie for a moment.
“Fuck, Mary, Kill…” Sofia muses, tapping at her lower lip and scanning the members of the pool, before her gaze lands on Obadiah and she points at him. “OK then. Obie. Your names are… Buck, Preston, and Diego.” She crosses her arms, and then with them still folded, splashes her way over the edge and back into the pool.
Shiloh tilts his head a bit when Patience approaches, turning to face Patience as he leans into the side of the pool “New to all of it, really. Ain’t even been awakened for dat long yet. Ya know? What ’bout ya?”
Eloa rereads what someone sent her then frowns a little, “Actually Sophie no tell Kai okay? Then Kai still owe Eloa favor.” She grins a little.
Sophie nods to Eloa, “Thanks.”
Eloa rereads what Kai sent her then frowns a little, “Actually Sophie no tell Kai okay? Then Kai still owe Eloa favor.” She grins a little.
Patience whistles a little sound as Sofia dumps that handful of names on Obadiah. Sheer mischief crosses her features as she looks over at the tentacled Mercer with mirth, albeit noting to Shiloh as well, “That makes sense. Well. We’re here to help, of course, with whatever. We can schedule a proper sit down later, but… have fun, mm? I know we dumped a lot on you over comms earlier, but I do adore this group.
Nemi ooooos softly and nods. “Honestly I can say this game is a good idea. Fuck Marry Kills a classic.”
Sophie zipping her lip, she nods at Eloa, “I’ll be shush. I wasn’t gonna say anything. Just was curious. I don’t wanna let him down.”
Obadiah looks at Sofia for a long time considering this question as if it is the reason that life exists then say, “Alright Well Marrying Diego, obviously, never seen a more loyal and devoted man in my life. I guess Fuck Preston? He seems like a good bottom. But Buck is a good shot… I don’t know that I want to try to kill him.”
Shiloh lets out a soft chuckle, waving a dismissive hand for Patience “Gimme alcohol an’ a pool, I gonna have fun no matter the crowd.” He says, flashing Patience a wide grin, “Thanks for checkin’ up on me though.”
Alice almost chokes on a bite of chip and queso, putting a mouth up to her hand to ensure none of her oopsie gets into the pool. Once she can breathe again, she laughs, a loud and staccato full-throated laugh. “Preston is a bottom! Hahaha! Oh, man! It’s true!”
Eloa smiles up at Sophie, “If want do deed with Kai then can always still do it while injured. Make him do everything.” She giggles a little with Sophie then looks around to make sure no one’s listneing.
“The group adores you, Pax,” Stelle comments idly towards Patience before another sip of Stelle’s drink is taken. Shortly after a foot moves out to nudge Alice playfully, joining the laugh. “Power bottom, maybe, no?”
“Obviously,” Miles agrees with Obadiah’s first choice. He makes a thoughtful noise as his cousin considers the remaining options, then suggests: “True, and true. But honestly I’d be tempted to fuck Buck just because it rhymes.”
Sophie turns a light shade of pink and sips her drink, smirking at Eloa.
“I had the same three answers, Obes. Great minds!” Patience calls to Obadiah with a laugh. “Except Adelaide would kill me. She might be okay with you.” More mirth, a bubble of laughter, and then she’s nudging Shiloh. “Of course. Help yourself. Glad you’re here,” she says… before wrinkling her nose up at Miles. Still, there’s something to it. Enough to earn another laugh. “Does that mean Obes is up?
“I mean there really wasn’t any other choice,” Obadiah says to Miles with a nod taking another sip of beer, “And yeah but Buck is a Ransom which means there is a risk he is a puppy.”
Patience blows a kiss to Stelle, as she replies.
Sofia laughs warmly at the answers that Obadiah gives, then particularly to Miles, saying, “Alright though, Fuck Buck sounds pretty good.”
Nemi says “I’d risk turning into a werewolf if that mans good in bed“
“I think he’s said before he’s not, but he tends to yammer on and on, and I feel like at least a third of what he’s saying is bullshit at any given point of time, but I’m just too dumb to be bothered sorting through it, to be honest,” Miles rambles back at Obadiah, shaking his head in confusion. “I didn’t know werewolfism was sexually transmitted, though. Is it only in doggystyle, or like, all positions?”
Nemi looks to Miles. “Pft no, theres the risk of them biting you in the middle of the night.”
Sophie coughs and glances at Miles with a wide eyed stare.
Nemi says with a firm nod.
Shiloh nods to Patience, head bobbing a bit “Course, thanks for the invite. This is already way more than I could have expected.” He grins once more before slinking off to gather more booze
Obadiah gets up and slithers over to the edge trying to reach to the wheel and then finally crawls out, spins the damn thing and falls back into the pool before getting too dry. “I don’t know, I am a fish?”
Obadiah uses a nautical wheel of doom: Time to Show Skin – 79If you’re wearing something from Expanded Wardrobe, 79return it to the chest. 79Otherwise, 79strip to your underwear. 79If you’re already in underwear or swimsuit, 79or you’re not wearing underwear, 79then dance/b.
Sofia calls out to someone loudly, “TENTACLE DANCE!”
Sofia calls out to Obadiah loudly, “TENTACLE DANCE!”
“Wait Preston is werewolf?” Eloa asks blinking a few times as she looks at Miles as if to confirm.
Shiloh pauses at the edge of the pool at Sofia’s call out, attention turning to Obadiah
Sofia shakes her head at Eloa and says, “I don’t think so, no.”
“No? Some Ransoms are, though. I think,” Miles replies to Eloa with an increasingly befuddled expression that alleviates when he joins Sofia in yelling, “Tentacle dance!”
Nemi softly nods.
“Think they were talking about Ransoms.. Some of them are wolves, the.. less-druid ones.” Aishia ‘helpfully’ chips over to Eloa, somewhere into her experiment of combining watermelon, feta cheese, and chicken into some creation.
Eloa nods her head at Aishia thankfully, “Thanks for clarify. Eloa english hard catch sometimes.” She gestures around her as if words were something one can catch.
“Come to think of it, he did offer to run down the Howlers with his car when they were running wild out in front of the manse on the full moon,” Miles recalls. “So he can’t be one.”
Nemi nods softly as she chuckles at eloa. “Its fine hun, and yeah its fine if bucks not one honestly.”
“He ran over the werewolves…?” Alice wonders aloud, drifting along in the water. “Is that allowed?”
Obadiah strips off his shirt, hat, and sunglasses before flipping over upside down, and obliging Sofia in an, erotic? Scintillating? Slimy? Some sort of oddly fetishized dance with just his black tentacles above the water.
“.. I mean they aren’t the same pack. Could be turf related. Ransoms are very protective, and the Howlers are.. well.. I wouldn’t associate with them, as wolf or druid.” Aishia notes, now with mouth half-full as the first testing round of her food creation.
Sofia has a belated thought and says to no one in particular, “….you know what woulda made that Fuck, Marry, Kill funnier? If instead of Diego I put Matty into the mix.” But she’s broken out of this thought by the sight of Obadiah dancing, snorting loudly and splashing water at him.
Sophie whistles for Obadiah and giggles.
“I mean, it probably won’t kill them, and if it stops them from killing somebody else… yeah,” Miles figures back over to Alice after thinking about it for a second. “Really, we should probably work side-by-side with the Temple to keep werewolves from getting out of control on the full moon. Capture them and cage them up until it’s over.”
“Aishia good taste.” Eloa calls out towards the other woman as they mention the howlers, “Howlers dangerous and not very nice even when not wolf and not lunatic.”
“I told Buck not to bother, though, because it probably would’ve just gotten him mauled,” Miles admits to Alice.
Shiloh chuckles softly as he watches Obadiah before moving his attention back to the alcohol.
Sofia mentions as an aside to Eloa, “I dunno, Howlers always been chill with me, but I think that’s cause I feed ’em pizza.”
Sophie looks around, “Really? I kinda like the Howlers I met.”
“Yeah, I pulled a few of them out of the mist when they’ve fucked up,” Miles recalls, though not without some skepticism. “But I don’t really trust that to keep them from coming after me, especially on the moon.”
“We should not.” opines Aishia, quite sharply so. “.. They would capture them. Chip them. Turn them into weapons to exploit. Send them rampant on the locals they don’t like, supernatural or those they suspect as supernatural. And then ditch them.” A ‘tsk’ follows, and here comes some chicken leg waving again as she gesticulates on, “Better to treat them our way. Chain them somewhere safe. Help them with medicine, with drugs, to.. keep the beast calmer some.”
Alice asks, “So, there’s a difference between Howlers and other werewolves? I thought that was just a mean thing to call all werewolves.”
Ambrose pads his way back out, joining fairly seamlessly into the conversation toward Alice, “The Howlers are both a band, and a particular pack of werewolves.”
“No. Howlers are.. the pack of the guy who wants to pretend he is an ancient, white-furred wolf. Part of the local Lodge chapter.” Aishia continues on, though that’s where she finally focuses on trying the food, and some drinks, properly
Sofia adds on to Ambrose’s words for Alice, “They’re also a gang, they do like their crimes.”
Eloa shakes her head, “Howler is pack. Their leader try steal Eloa virginity without permission in middle of street.” She nods at Sofia, “Much crime.”
Alice takes note of this, brow furrowed heavily. “In the middle of the street?” she echoes with some incredulity. She floats on her back, staring up at the sky as if to watch for any errant full moons. “Band.. gang.. pack.. and the Lodge is, um, the steroidy gym bros? I never hear about them.”
Eloa looks over at Sophie, “So Sophie becareful okay? They say other girl members of pack they do same too. And half eat. So next full moon they become wolf and have to join pack.”
“In theory, on paper, the Order and Iron Moon Lodge are quite aligned, as they focus on betterman and controlling the beast within. I have my own ways of feeling about werewolves, but nevertheless.” One of Ambrose’s hands lifts to indicate Aishia. “That one refuses to, and so in practice… they wind up harming innocents and spreading lycanthropy without reservation.”
Sophie makes a soft ‘hmm?’ as she looks up from her phone at Eloa, “Steal my virginity? I..well..I’ve been naked around em and that never happened.”
The conversation has gone down a very different path while Patience was daydreaming about something or other. Luckily, she caught some of Obadiah’s wild tentacle wave, though when the conversation turns to wolves she says, “Buck doesn’t shift on the full moon and doesn’t have need of drugs or chains. He’s not a wolf. The rest though…” The look she gives suggests she may fall into agreement, though there’s a tiny crinkle of the diva’s nose.
“I have no qualms with the Lodge. I do, however, with the Howlers.” Aishia mentions, as if a means to elaborate on unspoken opinions and correct herself some. She nods understandably, too. “.. Navorost has packs like his, but.. also those more closely aligned to the Ransoms. They just seek to protect, preserve what is.. ours. Old, to you lot, but.. to us.. tradition, you know?”
“Was out near mists so not many people. Say hunt. Then end up hunt Eloa.” Eloa sighs over at Sophie then shrugs, “Eloa warn. Try listen. They not good people.” She shakes her wet hair a bit.
Sophie nudges Eloa, “I’ll listen, and be careful.”
Ambrose gives a mild and grave nod of understanding and agreement, though whether it is to Aishia or Eloa is anyone’s guess. Both, possibly.
Obadiah returns himself upright and puts his clothes away. He is throughly unbothered by all of this and offers his two cents, “On nights of the full moon I curl up with Jack Daniels, Smith and Wesson, and a good movie.”
Eloa holds her up phone and shows Sophie something.
Eloa finishes showing Sophie her phone and gives her a look. “So is warn yes? No no clothes near Howlers.”
Sophie swallows a little tensely and nods to Eloa, “Alright, I believe you.”
Nemi nods softly. “I gotta start working on a silver version of Guilt to sit at the hospital if anyones in it next full moon.”
Letting out a breath, Eloa smiles at Sophie and pats her leg, “No want Sophie get hurt like Eloa did. Eloa manage escape.” She turns to Nemi and nods more, “I hear wolves attack hospital last full moon.”
Sofia assures Sophie, “Making friendly relationships is good. Putting yourself in a vulnerable situation? Well that means either we gotta rescue you, or you get eaten and will absolutely be fired with no hope of being my taste tester.”
“Same,” Miles agrees vocally with Obadiah. “Put on a nice scary movie and tuck myself in with a bottle of tequila. I did almost forget to close the curtains, though.”
Sofia says “I can’t employ dead people. Although, I guess I could employ undead people, it just hasn’t come up yet.“
Sophie smiles at Sofia, “I wouldn’t dare risk that. I rather like my job.”
“You’re going to discriminate employment based on living status?” Patience gasps in absolute faux-disappointment at Sofia.
“It made for an excellent mental image, though — you closing the blinds on them while they stared into the bedroom,” Ambrose commentates placidly toward Miles.
“I bet he was naked though,” Obadiah says to Ambrose about Miles. “That is the power move. Close the curtains while maintaining eye contact.”
Patience nods to Sofia. “I think there’s probably health regulations against having minced up employees touching food,” she agrees, and then ponders Obadiah and Miles. “We should do a watch party next full moon. Or… hunt, I suppose. But a watch party would be fun.
“I don’t think I can do a hunt, but what are we watching?” Sophie says with a grin.
Nemi hums… looking at her phone as her eyebrow raises. “One moment I’ll be right back-”
Nemi gets out of the pool and heads west for the lodge.
“You know me too well,” Miles grumbles over at Obadiah, then scoots on his throne and pats his side, inviting Patience to share his float. “But that’s a good idea. Maybe a little sleepover or a lock-in to make sure people are safe, if we’re leaving the hunting to the Temple.”
“Oh I no watch Twilight before but want watch.” Eloa tells Patience seeming a little bit excited at the prospect. “Can we?”
Sophie grins at Obadiah, “That’s a classic.” Then she says to Patience, “That’s an abomination.”
Eloa turns over to Ambrose, “Also is.. problem with hollow conclave over? Or is still need careful of Miss Lucida?”
Shiloh peers aside at Stelle, offering a smile with a raise of his mojito, “Name’s Shiloh.” He greets before lifting his glass to his lips once again, “New to the Order, how long you been in?”
The mention of Twilight, however, has Miles quickly scooting back. Offer rescinded.
Nemi grumbles softly as she sits back down in the pool with a careful slow climb back in as she heads over and REALLY spins the wheel.
Nemi uses a nautical wheel of doom: A Lyrical Tragedy – 79Sing a song, 79and make it awful/b.
“The only problem, to my knowledge, was one particular battle nun having the worst intel in the fucking world, and doing some of the dumbest things imaginable. Should any of the rest of them start anything, well. I won’t be pleased,” Ambrose informs Eloa from where he leans against the gazebo railing.
Patience cackles with laughter at the responses. “It’s fun, if you ignore the blatant ridiculousness of the vampire and werewolf lore it presents,” she says as she swims to Miles’s side, more than content to share that float with him. It might take a moment, or a bit of help though, lest she dump them both into the drink. Oh. Offer rescinded. Well, as she watches him scoot away, there’s a roll of her eyes and then a great effort to splash the Mercer instead.
Nemi dies inside as she sees what she rolls. Looking something up on her phone as she hums softly.
Shiloh grins nearly ear to ear as he catches Nemi spinning the wheel out of the corner of his eyes, clapping for Nemi as he spots what it lands on, “What song?!”
Patience says, idly, “I really do love the nickname ‘battle nun’ and ‘bunny knight.’“
Sophie asks kind of everyone, “What is the Conclave?”
Sofia kicks back further into the pool and groans, saying, “Sorry, I’m in the anti-Twilight crew. Isn’t the main character girl supposed to be like, the most bland, boring self-insert character to ever exist?”
Sophie nods to Sofia, “Cliche as fuck.”
Alice stops what she’s doing, which is mostly floating in the water, and turns to stare at Ambrose, her head rotating slowly. Her eyes are wide, and although her mouth is ajar, she quickly hides it with one hand.
“Okay well hopefully no need fear. But though conclave can steal life to do ritual from others so would want that to do their new ritual?” Eloa asks Ambrose from within the pool, turning to face the man so that her arms are leaning against the side of the pool now.
“Aaaah!” Miles recoils away from Patience’s splashing, causing the whole float to go ass-up and spill him into the drink, freeing his inflatable for claim by anybody willing to fight him for his seat. “I kind of saved Connie’s ass earlier today. Told her to remember that I didn’t shoot her in the ass the next time she’s parked out here looking for a victim, but I doubt it’ll make a difference.”
Stelle has more than mirrored Alice’s reaction but she clears it up with a sip of her drink and raises herself to fully seated height once more with a toothy grin.
Obadiah brings his phone to his face and rapid fires a text before looking around, “So what song we singing Nemi?”
“Yes, they attempted it on me. It was moderately unpleasant. She also was apparently going to try torturing me for vault codes, until I reminded her that that would be particularly fruitless. Let alone on me,” Ambrose informs Eloa further, confirming the Conclave’s activity. Eyes drifting to Miles, he nods once. “And that is about as best as we can do. I would have done the same.”
“Yes,” Patience admits to Sofia. “But… I mean, sometimes when I really need brainrot, I watch Too Hot to Handle so… it’s not that different.” But! Victory is hers, and thus she splashes quickly after the now-empty float, trying to haul herself into it before Miles can surface. “Sing! Sing! Sing!” she chants for Nemi.
Nemi looks up to Obadiah. “I WAS thinking about doing a song parody but… I can’t sing and I can’t think of a good song parody to do that is’nt weird al yankovich.”
Obadiah says “YOu just have to do the song bad… Want me to sing with you?“
“If I ever get that one,” Patience tells Nemi. “I’m doing either The Song that Never Ends, or I’m a Little Teapot.
“So is should be scared and not be near conclave or not?” Eloa asks mildly confused by Ambrose’s words, she turns to Sophie, “Is group that think torture people is okay. They can use ritual and if have sacrifice make victim take the life force it needs for ritual.”
Obadiah looks to Sofia, then back to Nemi, “Want Sofia and I to both sing with you?”
Shiloh chimes in with Patience, “Firework by Katy Perry, all day.”
“Is it actually saving somebody when the person you saved them from is yourself?” Miles wonders across his float to Patience, as he tries to climb onto it from the other side. A wrestling match ensues, in which Miles flails wildly in an attempt to secure the seat, but ends without a clear victor as he resigns himself to sharing and caring.
Nemi dies inside. “Oh If I did the song that never ends I could do that for Hours.” She states
Nemi says “And I mean it… my mom remembers when I was six and I sung it for almost three hours straight on my dads command….“
Sofia snorts back to Obadiah and says, “We did have that one song earlier, yeah…”
“You should be no more scared of them than normal,” Ambrose informs Eloa patiently. “If that gives you pause, then be careful and avoid. If it does not, then do not. But they are not attacking Orderites specifically.”
Nemi sighs softly. “Will you sing with me Obadiah mercer? Choose the song if you will… I’ve got nothing in mind.”
Sophie lifts her brow at Ambrose, “So they’re fine.”
Distracted by Nemi and the discussion of songs that includes now Shiloh’s classic song to be sung terribly, Patience is almost unseated. But this time she clings to Miles like a barnacle, until he resigns himself to going over with her or… yes. Sharing is delightful. She settles in, then grins over at Obadiah for whatever apparent reason and nods her head. “Sing!” she declares, as the soloist now has a duo of backup singers.
“So just normal scared okay.” Eloa nods upwards at Ambrose, “Is Ambrose like miss Pax? No feed? If need feel better after…” Her voice trails off and she looks down a bit, blinking a bit.
“No no a different one,” Obadiah says swimming to the edge and winking to Sofia, “Jump in when you know the tune.”
“Where it began/ I can’t begin to know when / But then I know it’s growin’ strong / Was in the spring / And spring became the summer/Who’d have believe you’d come along?” he sings low, slow and off key
Patience says “Hi Meri!“
“I’ve been trying to put together a list up here,” Miles taps his temple while Obadiah and Nemi take up the song. “I think Shake it Off has to be towards the top. I love me some T. Swift,” he reveals as though this were a deep, dark secret.
exhales gently again, nostrils flaring with an unnecessary breath. “No, they are not fine. There are still reservations to be had. But there is no more reason to be scared of them now, or for us, than there were. There still are reasons. We are not particularly at war with them, but for all the reasons you said, I am not out playing minigolf with them or whatever.”
For a time, Ambrose gets quiet, letting the singing take center stage and him listening instead. “I am on a very strict diet, but thank you,” he mentions aside to Eloa. “Any of my kind in the Order should be.”
Shiloh nods firmly over at Miles, “More of a fan of her old work, like Love Story.”
Nodding at Ambrose’s words, Eloa turns to listen to the duet that’s happening, spinning back around so that her back is to the side of the pool instead.
Sofia doesn’t immediately recognize the song Obadiah sings as he’s so off key, but there’s a moment of realization and she looks excited, bouncing up and down in the pool and obnoxiously belting out: “Hands…. touchin’ hands… reaching out… touchin’ me… TOUCHIN’ YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!”
Sophie gets really excited as Sofia pipes up.”
Sophie gets really excited as Sofia pipes up.
Nemi gets something in her mind as she hums and swims over to Patience.
Obadiah belts it out with Sofia then with a shout more than a sing “SWEEEEET CAAAAAAAAAAAAAROLIIIIINE!!” He pause then expecting the crowd to do _something_ before continuing
Sofia chimes in right on time for Obadiah, shouting, “BOM BOM BOM!” at the top of her lungs.
Shiloh blinks behind his curtain of auburn hair before laughing as he recognizes the song, calling out to join in with the part everyone knows, flashing a grin toward Obadiah “BUM BUM BUM!”
“Oh no,” Patience suddenly says aloud, and then she’s laughing as the duet goes on. “Bom bom bom!” she sings along with Sofia, this time, But as Nemi approaches her, the diva widens her eyes, feigning confusion and worry. The whisper, however, has her relaxing, and then she warns, “I… do -not- sing well, babes. If you want though, why not?”
Alice shouts out along side Obadiah and Sofia, “SWEEEEEET CAROLIIIINE! BOM BOM BOMMMM!” The only words of the song she knows.
Sophie totally joins in with the ‘BOM BOM BOMMMMMMMMMMM’ before her phone distract her.
Poor sportsmanship and leadership, Ambrose does not join in the bom-bom-bom, save for the minor, habitual rock of his head side-to-side. Nothing vocal.
Eloa sends off a few texts and she hums along but she doesn’t sing. Her body moving a bit back and forth.
“Good times never seemed so gooooooood!” Obadiah says devolving into a fit of laughter.
“SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD!” Sofia calls after Obadiah, splashing the water with each of her arms outstretched to the side to the beat.
“BOM-BOM-BOMMM!” Miles is way off-beat, but does it anyhow. “Ambrose is saving his voice for when he does Not Like Us,” he speculates with a nod of his head towards Ambrose.
“If or when you all get tired of the pool, we can take it under the gazebo. I’ve got this silly card game still, but it can wait for another night, too because this is perfection,” Patience muses. She seems quite content, making the pool float for one work for two. But then, for whatever random reason, she raises her own very mediocre singing voice to change the song with, “Tonight’s gonna be a good good niiiiiight…!”
Obadiah finger snaps at Sofia and winks at her. “She gets it,” he looks back to Nemi and says, “That should settle your debt to the wheel.”
Sofia shoots a look back at Obadiah and laughs. “On the one hand, I disapprove of bailing a wheel-spinner out, on the other… Sweet Caroline!”
The edges of Ambrose’s mouth curl up a smidge, threatening to smile, in response to Miles. “I have had a fair amount of energy weaseled out of me lately, and will probably not be singing,” he laments even-toned in the man’s direction. And then his gaze is stolen back by his phone.
Sophie eyes the wheel, “Can I give it a spin?”
“No — you must,” Ambrose answers Sophie, equally placid as always.
Shiloh raises his glass to Patience “I’d be alright for whichever, the game sounds like it could be fun.”
Sophie gives Ambrose a little smile.
Sophie standing up, a little wobbly cuz those drinks are strong she pads over to the wheel.
Sophie uses a nautical wheel of doom: A Truth or a Dare – 79Choose a victim. 79They must decide between a truth or a dare, 79which you then assign them./span>/spanMiles tries to lawyer around Ambrose’s protestations. “It’s battle rap.” Grinning all the same, he turns to peer over at Patience at his flank and asks: “What kind of card game?”
Nemi raises a hand.
Nemi says “I volunteer as Tribute“
“It’s called ‘Feelings and Other Accidents,'” Patience relays to Miles with a little shrug. “It’s really just discussion prompts of a sort. It’s not really faebie enough for Obie I’m sure but…” And with that said, she leans up to peck an idle kiss on Miles’s cheek, and tip her head in the direction of the Wheel and Sophie.
Patience then adds, as it sinks in, “Amby in a rap battle with Miles? That’d be amazing…”
Sophie looks around at the group, “Huh, what a great way to get to know people.” She giggles at Nemi, “You’ve done enough.” She points to Stelle, “Truth or dare.”
Eloa lets out a breath as she wasn’t picked and smiles as she paddles around in the water a bit, moving towards Shiloh.
Eloa lets out a breath as she wasn’t picked and smiles as she paddles around in the water a bit, moving towards Shiloh. “Ola you new to town?” She asks softly.
Shiloh tilts his head as he regards Eloa “Yeh, name’s Shiloh. Just got in yesterday. Been here long?” He asks.
Stelle stops mid sip, eyes looking up at Sophie with that dazed and drunken look in them. “Euh…. Truth, yes?” Stelle responds. Boring.
Eloa shakes her head, water dripping off her face and hair, “Only been here and in America maybe uh.. two? Three week. Is very new.” She tells him a heavy brazilian accent. “Nice meet Shiloh.”
“Faelings and Other Accidents?” Miles asks Patience, misunderstanding. “That sounds right up Orbie’s alley,” he begs to differ, then bobs his head idly while he watches Sophie put her question to Stelle.
Shiloh offers Eloa a kind grin, “Pleasure’s mine, though I didn’t catch your name. I’m just comin’ here from Chicago, so nothin’ too crazy.” There’s a pause before snickering “Should have brought some Malort with me.”
Alice sticks her tongue out and grimaces at the mention of Malort, glancing askance.
“Jeppson’s wormword liquor is actually a fairly potent preservant,” Ambrose commentates offhandedly in his placid drone to Shiloh. “It’s not that bad.”
Sofia crosses her fingers at Shiloh and says, “Don’t you dare bring that evil here!”
Obadiah looks up, “Yeah can I fuck with the outcome?” He winks, “I am horrible at games, you know.”
Eloa places her hand on her chest, “Eloa.” She says by way of introduction towards Shiloh, “Feel free to contact Eloa sometime if want hang okay? Eloa try making more friends in town.”
Sophie smiles at Stelle, “Hmmm, since we’re new to each other. Whose your favorite and least favorite person here?”
“Should’ve brought us a deep-dish from Giordano’s,” Miles jokes over at Shiloh. Food on the mind, he paddles enough to slowly bring the float within distance for him to reach over and ransack a box of cookies. Picking a victim at random from within, he leans to eat it over Patience, ensuring that any crumbs land safely on her and not him.
Sofia scoffs at Sophie’s question and said, “Ah, so I see you chose violence.”
Sophie laughs at Sofia, “I think I worded that too harshly.” She glares at her drink, “Buuut no take backs.”
Sofia calls back to Miles well within earshot of Shiloh, asking, “What, an above ground marinara swimming pool for rats?”
Shiloh laughs at the responses he gets from the mention of such a liquor, grinning sidelong at Ambrose “Ey, I actually like it. Kinna like spicy black licorice, but most people don’t.” He looks over at Sofia as if to prove his point, “Could be a wheel spin.” He muses before his attention returns to Eloa, “Eloa, well I’ll be sure to do that. I got plenty of free time as of now, though admittedly most of it is being spent getting my house in order.”
Stelle motions towards Alice and says in her drunken slur, as if it should be obvious, “Favorite.” She blinks a few times afterwards, eyes drifting over the entire crowd before her brow descends and Stelle locks eyes with Obadiah. She points at him, an equally drunken accusation prepared, “Least favorite, right now, no? I euh… won’t be satisfied until I knock him on his ass.”
“What’s Malort? Wormwood?” Patience asks with curiosity and then she says, “I wasn’t even twenty-one when I was turned guys. I never have been drunk in my life, so…” The lie doesn’t bother to go any further, for she gives herself away with her laughter, even if the drink is in fact, probably unknown to her. Then, she’s brushing at her cleavage – far superior to normal thanks to her new suit, and sputtering at Miles about how “Rude!” he’s being right now. But then there’s a very potent question. She falls silent, accepting crumbs even, as she leans in to hear Stelle’s response.
Patience says, in a sing-song, “Ooooh, Orbie, what’d you doooooo? “
Alice gives a little wave when she’s named as the favorite.
Obadiah let’s his tentacles float to the surface, his hands too as he locks eyes with Stelle, “Come at me bro.”
Shiloh grins across at Miles, “The only pizza that’ll ever go into this mouth-” Then there’s an audible gasp at Sofia’s words, fighting words, true and utter sacrilege “You dare besmirch the name of such an honored pie establishment?” He asks Sofia, clearly joking.
“Pequods or bust,” Ambrose supposes of the pizza offerings, before he peels back up off his lean, mildly amused. “It’s an old favorite of Chicago nightlife to trick out-of-towners into drinking some. It’s not that bad unless you aren’t expecting it.” But his eyes drift over to Stelle at her answer, considering.
Eloa gives
“Look, Sofia,” Miles retorts to Sofia with a mouthful of crumbs tumbling out of his mouth and onto Patience. “Chicago-style pizza fucks. Those fat midwesterners know a thing or two about meat and cheese. You can’t take that away from them.”
Nemi chuckles softly, smiling at Patience before turning to face the others as she watches with a soft smile, eventually… she just starts floating in the water as she steadies her breath with a hum.
Eloa gives Shiloh a small shy smile, “Where is new house? Hopefully not in mist. Eloa run thrift store so if missing furniture can come have a look see if anything fit house.”
Stelle starts to stand on the edge of the pool, downing her drink in a final chug. She’s wobbly. She’s drunk. She can probably hardly see Obadiah from this far but pounce she does, a direct face first bellyflop into the water that bring her nowhere near her target.
Shiloh points at Miles “Yeah, Chicago-style pizza FUCKS.” He snickers before blinking at Eloa from behind his shaggy hair “Huh? Nah, it’s in All Saints, Irish district. They know how to party.”
Sophie giggles as she flops back down to swish her legs into the pool.
Nemi turns and waves softly. “Shaaaay! Mystery lady I’ve not met! Welcome!”
“Stelle’s gonna barf in the pool and I’m not cleaning it up,” Patience warns, once more grumbling about the crumbs. Eventually, she just rolls off the shared pool float, so that Miles’s messy eating no longer scatters her with debris, splashing back into the water, and popping up to yell, “Fight! Fight!” Because she’s a brat.
“Ah shit,” Obadiah says swimming over towards Stelle. “Don’t drown on me now!” He says, over dramatically for the drunken belly flop.
“I’m not gonna comment on the quality of Giordano’s, but rather fight against the classification of deep dish as pizza at all!” Sofia comes out with fighting words for Shiloh, explaining, “It’s more of a casserole. I mean sure, it’s got all the right PARTS, but it’s like calling bagel bites a pizza just cause it has bread, marinara, and cheese!”
“Uhhh,” Alice interjects, though she’s watching the altercation between Stelle and Obadiah. “Bagel bites ARE pizza,” she asserts, “And Chicago style IS the best kind, followed closely by Detroit.”
Gaze drifting over to Shay and Rinwell, Ambrose hoists a hand from its dangle where he leans against the gazebo railing. “Mister Kerrigan, Squire von Ludovika. Pleasure as always.”
Patience says “Pizza fight and battle lines are drawn! Hi Rinwell. Hi Shay! You gotta pick a team. Team Obie or team Deep Dish.“
None of what Patience is babbling is probably real.
“Oh is good. Mists move around alot though.” Eloa gives Shiloh another small smile and waves a bit as Sophie returns to the pool. She moves back next to Sophie so the woman can bask in her aura. A hand is lifted for Shay though and his friend. “Ola Shay.” She calls out, blushing just a little.
Eloa says “Oh no get her out of pool!“
Obadiah sigh
Eloa points towards the passed out woman in the pool.
Shiloh shakes his head in dismay, tisking “He who has not tasted grapes says sour.” He huffs toward Sofia
Nemi nods to Shay. “Training someone? Congrats!”
Sofia puts her hands on her hips and tells Alice, “You’re in New Haven now, you gotta adapt to New Haven style pizza or…” She swivels her head once Stelle flops over and goes, “Whoops.”
Sophie glances at the new faces, “Who is?”
Alice puts her hands over her mouth, then points at Stelle. “Oh, shit! Someone grab her!”
Sofia looks to Miles and Obadiah as the resident lifeguards.
“Maybe someone pick her up and put her on the side?” Eloa the worried nurse acts like a lifeguard.
Obadiah has his under Stelle’s armpit now and is dragging her towards the edge,”I got her I got her.”
Sofia says “Seamen! Shoot into action!“
Patience snickers utterly inappropriately.
Ambrose doesn’t seem to notice what all the hubbub is about from his positioning away from the pool, but it seems… fine… after a moment. Off his gaze drifts again, awander.
Arriving terribly late rather than fashionably, perhaps, Shay has his head tilted down with a look of sort of embarrassment while leading Rinwell through the garden atrium of the backyard, hand grabbing onto hers. “Hey, evening, y’all. A little sorry, took us a while to get here, sorry,” he waves, towards the people at the pool at first, before his attention fully settles onto Ambrose with a faint dip of his chin. “Thanks for having us, Ambrose.” Aishia is acknowledged with a smile meanwhile. “Hey, Aishia.”
“If pineapple on pizza is acceptable,” Miles tries to make a dive to lick crumbs off of Patience but is too late as she escapes. “And if that shit they call pizza in California is pizza,” he continues lecturing to Sofia as though he were the pizza expert and not she. “Then deep dish is the king shit of piz– huh?” he turns to spot Stelle and abruptly lurches off of his float to swim over and help Obadiah get the woman out of the pool.
Shay meant ‘a little late’, that is, but he’s also sorry of course.
“Always welcome,” Ambrose assures placidly, without looking back to Shay. Does not seem terribly bothered, just a little bit out of it, perhaps. What else is new with him.
drags Stelle to the edge of the pool and through a combination of arms, non-bony appendanges, and spite combined with Miles’s god like Baywatch moves, the two Mercer boys get the frenchie out of the water. Obadiah slaps her hard across the face once, to make sure she is awake, and says, “Not today, Stelle! No purple heart for you today!”
Patience continues to laugh, now that Stelle is safe, of course. Then, swimming over to Nemi’s side without having learned just how interesting a cookie-crumb body shot could be, she lets Miles and Obadiah be the big damn heroes as she says, “You can do what you want. Take time, if you want, huh? It’s all good, love.” She lifts a wet hand from the pool to wave to Shay and Rinwell, when her first greeting got lost in the chaos. This one isn’t riddled with lies and absurdity though. It’s just a wave.
Sophie stands up and plods over to the gazebo curiously.
Stelle floats like a discarded pool noodle loaded with rocks. That is to say, she hardly floats at all but her body is trying. Successfully rescued though she appears at least moderately conscious by the time Obadiah and Miles reaches the edge, light but not focus returning to her eyes at the moment of a wet slap. “Mngfiine…”
Alice swims across the pool to where Stelle has been rescued, propping herself up on the edge of the pool with both arms. She watches carefully, wincing when the slap lands, but… well, as long as she’s breathing. “Oh my god, how much did you /drink/?”
Rinwell walks along Shay, all smiles, if somewhat distracted as she immediately tries to keep up with all that’s happening at the pool, with a laser focus at everything and nothing at all. She might be lost staring for the rest of eternity if it weren’t for Ambrose’s greeting. Snapping to, she holds her free hand in greeting. “My apologies for our very late arrival. Shay had much difficulty deciding what to wear,” she claims, nodding solemnly.
Sophie waves at Rinwell and Shay, “I’m Sophie, I don’t think we’ve met.”
Shiloh squints down at his now empty mojito, commenting “These drinks pack a punch.” Then there’s a slight pause as he overhears Sophie “Oh wait, YOU were Sophie.” He lets out a laugh “I was so confused by what you said earlier at the lounge.”
Given she’s been abandoned by Sophie, Eloa swims over to the edge where Stelle has been valiently rescued by the tentacle man. “You is good lifeguard.” She tells Obadiah as she pushes herself up onto the edge, dripping water all over her bikini clad self. There are bikini tan lines that show she probably tans alot.
Rinwell nods her head affably and offers those gathered at the gazebo a bright and polite smile, with plenty to go around. “Hail! You may call me Rinwell,” she offers, dipping her head to go along with her cheery introduction. “A pleasure to meet you all.”
Nemi waves softly to Rinwell. “I’m Nemi! Nice to meet you rinwell!”
“I was just… hiding away in the room not wanting to come here, but Rinwell convinced me to,” Shay says, a little more than embarrassed now, his free hand brushing once across his nape. He tilts his head, obscured eyes finding Sophie with a hand being extended. “Hey- wait, haven’t we ran into each other before? Kai saved you from a basement room under the campus or something? I’m Shay, nice meeting you again if that was you.”
Obadiah flashes Eloa a suave grin, “Why thank you.” He then looks back to the vomitting Stelle and frowns, “Can you take her over there Eloa and do your magic? Try to keep her awake so she doesn’t choke.”
Shiloh blinks a bit, glancing over in Patience’s direction with a tilt of his head before Stelle’s sudden vomiting catches his attention, making his way over with a worried look “You okay?” He looks around, asking “We got some water here for her?”
Sophie winces and nods with a blush to Shay, “Yeah, I was the one Kai rescued and then ended up dating Nice to see you again.”
“Eloa’s a nurse, she can probably take it from here,” Miles opines, squinting at Stelle with concern for a few seconds longer. “Maybe we can get her a glass of water or something,” he suggests, just in time for the vomit to start coming out. “Not in the pool!” he recoils.
“I bribed Obie’s bartender to make a whole bunch for me,” Patience tells Shiloh, looking pleased with the claim he makes about the drinks. Then she’s calling over, “Shay! Rin, please eat and drink and all the rest! And really. We’re glad you’re here!” It seems like she’s decided it’s time to head out of the pool too, though there’s a brief look back at that float, now fully abandoned. Then, she slogs up the stairs. “Oh God. Poor Stelle. I think… oh dear.” That’s all she seems to know to offer to Stelle. “I do that if I eat…” she commiserates – from a distance.
Rinwell uses a brightly colored water balloon: The throw is weak and the balloon just thuds against the target without breaking.
“Aha! YOU’RE Rinwell!” Sofia explains as Stelle splatters puke on the poolside. She doesn’t seem too bothered by this. “I’ve heard a bit about you, I’m Sofia. Good to finally meet you.” She finally looks over at Stelle and grins over with sympathetic eyes, saying, “She’ll be fine.”
“Is healing. Not dedrunkening.” Eloa takes a half step back as Stelle vomits and looks over at Patience, “Is have bucket? So less clean up for Miss Pax’s um… tiles?” She asks as she moves around to the back of the woman and tilts Stelle’s head up so she doesn’t choke on her own vomit.
Shiloh tilts his head a bit at Nemi “The guy behind the bar earlier?”
Nemi nods softly. “He’s a lot more bribe-able than me.”
“Ah, you’re dating Kai now after that incident? I mean, hey,” Shay offers Sophie an awkward little shrug at that, like he’s got so much more to say but chooses not to, simply smiling. “But anyway,” he takes a step back, or towards wherever Rinwell had gone to to wrap his hand about her waist. “This is Rinwell.”
“I’ll get water. Miles, can you grab a bucket from the toolshed?” Patience asks, waving toward the toolshed behind the pool, as she heads into the house, with wet footprints. “Oh yeah, not Nemi. Next time I’ll bribe Nemi.”
Rinwell grabs a plump blue balloon filled with water and tepidly drops it at Shay’s feet, watching it bounce without fanfare or exploding in fantastic fashion. It’s quite sad, really. But she seems pleased, clapping after it flops and rolls at the pool’s edge. As entertaining as that was for her, people are cooler, so she waves in the general direction of the pool, hearing her name being called out. “That’s me!” she affirms grandly.
Sophie lifts her brow at Shay, “Oh no, c’mon. Say it.”
Back to consciousness Stelle rolls onto her side, coughing and retching as she pulls her arms close to her chest. Her eyes flutter and drift, decidedly unfocused as she does her best to sit up and slips once. The next lift more successful as she manages to remain on her hands and knees.
It’s a glass, not a bottle, but perhaps she’s had the tact to pour it out of a bottle, and not just straight from the tap. Who knows. But it’s clean, and Patience holds it out to Stelle as she murmurs, “It’ll wear off in a moment.”
Shiloh smiles suddenly, appearing to be relatively happy with the situation as he looks around, watching Patience walk off to grab water for Stelle, he then turns back around, heading toward the wheel to keep the party going.
Sofia looks between Sophie and Shay, saying, “Hey, maybe not. Let’s keep the chill party vibes. I’m out if this becomes a whole allegiances thing.” She shrugs and pushes herself out of the water, going to grab herself another drink.
Shiloh uses a nautical wheel of doom: A Truth or a Dare – 79Choose a victim. 79They must decide between a truth or a dare, 79which you then assign them./span>/spanEloa tells Stelle as she helps hold Stelle’s hair out of the vomit. The nurse in training winces a little at the vomit but doesn’t seem overly bothered by it. “Is Pax have cleaner? And Mop?”
Nemi hums softly. “Hey Shay- So is she going to be your replacement if anything happens to you or are you just undertaking the task of training her into a fight as a sword?” She asks curiously.
“This is why you always bring a towel,” Miles unslings the towel from his shoulder and chucks it over to Stelle and Eloa to get her cleaned-up, with a brief hesitation. “Stelle, you’re gonna have to wash it and bring it back, though,” he places this responsibility on the drunken woman to return his treasure. Then he hauls himself up out of the water to go get the bucket as instructed by Patience.
Alice looks on with worry, clinging to the side of the pool closest to Stelle, but her worry is tamped down by a nagging chiding. “Stelle! Oh my god, you’re awake. You had waaaayyy too much to drink.”
Shiloh chuckles at the wheel, “Both times,” He then whirs around, scanning the crowd gathered for his next truth or dare victim.
Shiloh wades through the water over toward Alice “You defended Chicago style pizza so I’m sure you have good taste. Truth or dare?”
Seemingly regaining some level of composure for the moment Stelle takes the glass and then the towel. The water is sipped rather than chugged, the towel used to wipe off her face before she looks around and mumbles, “I’m okay… Better now, thank you,” to nobody and everybody in particular, the roiling in her midsection receding.
Shay shakes his head to Sophie. “I was just teasing a joke about how Kai looked like he was getting rejected left and right.” Then his head turns when he hears his name being called, staring towards the pool and searching for Nemi. “Oh, who, Rinwell? She’s already a sword, just hasn’t been around as much. But we’re both definitely training each other, yep.” He raises his voice a little louder now. “She used to beat me in spars, but I’m pretty damn sure I can beat her now!”
Eloa puts the puke bucket next to Stelle and lays the towel down on the vomit so that no one accidentally steps into it or something. “Is Miss Stelle feeling better?” She asks Stelle, on the other side of Alice.
Nemi gets out and walks over with a soft nod.
Nemi walks over and hums. “So wait- why is she called a squire then?” She asks curiously.
Nemi says “OR why did someone CALL her a squire…“
Obadiah drinks some of the rum punch and makes eyes at Sofia across the pool but then floats away from Stelle to lean against the far wall to resume his texting.
Nemi is curious for knowledge and this has dragged her from the comfort… of the pool.
“Shay’s a total badass,” Patience offers, though she walks over to catch Miles’s wrist and try to pull him along with her to the gazebo. “Anyone want to play Feelings?” she asks, but there’s still so much chatter going on that she, once more, abandons that plan and just slumps onto one of the lounge chairs.
Alice blinks, looking at Shiloh as she’s asked. She drags her attention from Stelle, who is at least awake now, and sputters out an answer. “Huh? Oh, uh… D-dare, I guess.”
It takes a long time for Ambrose’s gaze to blink back to the here-and-now, from wherever it was stolen off to. It’s not like the house is surrounded by graveyards or anything. Still, his attention falls back to Stelle for a time. Without looking, placid as always, he supposes, “Because that is what she wished when I first spoke with her.”
Nemi’s question prompts Shay to turn to Rinwell, hovering nearby but staying quiet, allowing the squire to answer that one of course.
Patience says “Nice, Alice!“
A slow nod as Stelle reaches back towards the pool blindly for Alice, fingertips tapping against tiles. She coughs a few times and licks her lips, each breath taken deep enough to lift her shoulders.
Sophie gives Shay a smile, “I’ve heard that a lot.” She walks over and picks up her satchel, pulling her skirt and top out to toss them on.
Sofia leans by the poolside, basking with her god-bod, taking casual slurps of her mojito and texting.
Rinwell raises her chin and sets her hand over the pommel of her blade. “I’ve trained Shay and under my tutelage he has been quite confident in his swordsmanship,” she allows, blowing a strand of hair away from her face. “For I am a squire, see? My dream is to become a knight,” she explains matter-of-factly.
Given she’s being completely ignored by the drunk woman, Eloa sighs and looks at Alice who both has to play nursemaid and also answer truth or dare. “Um think she okay now.” She tells Alice before getting to her feet and joining those at the gazebo.
Nemi nods softly towards Rinwell in understanding as she smiles.
“You going home?” Eloa calls out towards Sophie as she watches the woman start putting her clothes on.
Shiloh nods a few times to Alice “Dare ya to give the wheel a spin once everything’s good with her.” He nods to Stelle before hopping up and out of the pool, heading towards the gazebo, smile stretching his lips as he seems to be clearly enjoying himself.
// Patience needs a bit longer of an afk, sorry! Will be back asap
Nemi says “Well now I have three people who can take me hunting and beat me up to teach me how to fight in a spar…. Mister Vasquez- Shay, And you!“
Sophie nods to Eloa, “I’ve gotta meet Kai and then make sure I’m back at the hospital for bed.”
Wandering over at Patience’s guidance after reluctantly surrendering his towel for the clean-up efforts, Miles stretches lazily then flashes a grin over at Shay. “Sup, bro,” he greets, then peers thoughtfully at Rinwell for a second before asking, seriously: “Have you met the bunnyknight?”
“Alright say goodnight to Kai for me.” Eloa makes her way towards Sophie and offers a hug. She did not get any vomit on herself.
Alice blinks. Her dare is settled, though, and she turns to reach out to Stelle, since the woman’s reaching for her. “Are you good?” she asks, incredulously. “How much alcohol does it even take to get /you/ this sick?”
Sophie gives Eloa a hug with her one arm, “I will.” She waves to the group, “Nice to put faces to names. Night all.”
Shiloh offers a wave to Sophie.
“The bunny knight?” Rinwell repeats questioningly, her expression twisting into something that probably says it all – she has not met the bunny knight. “The only Knight I have spoken to in recent times is Ser Arctus of Elsace-Larelle,” she tells Miles, looking this way and that. Presumably for the knight mentioned.
“Rinwell comes from… that one place that my dumbass keeps forgetting the name of, even though I should’ve remembered it by now,” Shay looks over to Rinwell with an apologetic look, turning to her for the answer. But Miles is walking over, which prompts him to return the grin to the man and offer his fist out for a bump. “Not much dude, just been a long night with college work, what’s up witchu?”
“It can creep up even on those with unnatural tolerances,” Ambrose supposes distantly from where he lingers, and lifts a wave to the departing woman.
Eloa gives Sophie a hug back and then waves again before turning back towards Rinwell and Shay. “Nice meet.” She tells Rinwell with a small smile and a look at the arm Shay has around her waist. “Ola shay.. Um We okay? Eloa still want go hunting sometime.
Stelle pulls her knees to her chest and her hand retreats. Seated more comfortably now she gives Alice a brief shrug and replies, “Yes euh… Better…” before motioning towards the wheel with her head and closing her eyes. “I’m okay.”
Ambrose peels off of his lean, migrating over toward the pool himself without much hurry or fuss.
Alice pulls herself up out of the water, awkwardly swinging one leg up to help her. She stares down at Stelle with some worry, then crouches down to pat the woman’s shoulder. “Drink your water,” she says. “And let it pass.” Then she’s up to try the wheel.
Alice uses a nautical wheel of doom: Fuck, Marry, Kill – 79Choose a victim and give them three names. 79They must pick one each to fuck, 79marry, 79and kill./span>/span“Chillin’,” Miles replies to Shay, reaching out to return his fist bump. To Rinwell, he explains: “I think his name’s Diego or something, but I just call him the bunnyknight. He’s pretty impressive in a fight, though. We’re going to audition for a buddy cop movie together. He’s going to be the haggard, too-old-for-this-shit cop, and I’m going to be the hot, young, dumb cop.” This explanation concluded, he swivels to hook a thumb over at Obadiah. “Hey, Obie. Aren’t you a knight now or something?”
Sofia lifts her eyes up at Ambrose, asking with a hint of amusement, “Sun finally low enough for you to consider swimming?”
“Mister Diego Rose,” Ambrose supplies over his shoulder toward Miles, though it’s without looking over. Gradually, he sinks down to a squat, and then settles his legs into the pool proper. The man’s eyes linger on the wheel until it finishes clattering its spin, and after a momentary glance-over check of Stelle, he looks to Sofia. “Something like that. Usually I wear a wetsuit.”
“Scuba vampire,” Ambrose intones seriously to Sofia, with a lift of his hand to tap his temple. As though that meant something.
“Yeah, we’re definitely okay. I’m still very sorry about last time, Eloa,” Shay grimaces, expression twisting into something of a cringe while he eyes Eloa, and once again to something more apologetic. “We can still go out hunting, now that there’s none of that Hand influence bullshit hanging over our heads.”
“Oh!” Alice exclaims, scanning the crowd for a victim. At Ambrose’s approach, though, her eyes light up with wicked mischief, and she trots over to ambush him. “Ambrose!” she shouts, taking the casual route. “Arachne, Obie, Dovie!” She gives the names without additional context, hands on her hips as though she’s accomplished some great task.
Rinwell picks out Eloa from the crowd, waving at her energetically. “I hail from Eisenwacht. The Heartland,” she reminds Shay, and lets everyone else know where she presumably is from. “Squire Rinwell, of the 21st Cadre,” she says straight-faced and strait-laced, full of enthusiasm. “Under the Grand Duchess Isolde’s banner. May her smile be ever-” The grand bit of patriotism for this la la land is halted in favour of listening on what Miles hashes out for her, concluding with a blank expression. Now it’s her turn to glance at Shay for guidance. A translation. “I should meet this knight. Though I am already squiring for Ser Arctus…”
A glance towards Alice turns into a glance towards Ambrose and then Stelle shrugs a bit, another sip taken from her glass that nearly extracts itself from her mouth at the mention of ‘Scuba Vampire’.
“Fangs and flippers,” Sofia deadpans back at Ambrose just as seriously.
“I took you more for a drysuit guy,” Miles dryly jokes over at Ambrose, though he bursts out laughing when Alice nominates the acting Warden for her ambush victim.
Obadiah flips around to Ambrose and glowers at him. “How much did that Hunka Hunka burning love pay you to say that?” He stops then and leans back, “Oh… Things just got interesting.”
Patience says “Sorry, missed you leaving, Sophie! Good night!“
Nemi looks and nods softly to Alice. “All members of the court I don’t understand still. And Obie owes me a lesson on.”
“I think the Court’s knights for the most part don’t go through half the training that Rinwell has,” Patience says dryly, though she does add, “Diego is one tough man though. And Obie’s getting there too. He can probably kick my ass now.” She smiles, content just to sit back and relax and chime in here and there.
“Eloa has no idea where isenwhat is but Eloa from Brazil. Just come to America.” The latina tells Rinwell thinking that it’s a state or something she has not heard of of America or something. “Is nice meet.” Eloa blinks over at Shay, “And take me as well please Shay?” She asks about the hunting. Again.
Shay chuckles.
Gradually, Ambrose’s attention peels on up toward Alice again, and an unnecessarily blinks his eyes shut for a moment. “What a list you have given me,” he dryly intones to her, and once more his placid gaze pans over to Obadiah to linger in consideration. “Obie is obviously getting either marry or fuck. The real question is whether the latter would make Miss Montrose-Fairchild stop trying or make it worse.” A beat. “Assuming the latter, kill. Dovie in the remainder.”
Eloa blushes as she did totally miss Shay’s words! “Is okay. I thankful hand stuff gone now.” She adds, turning pink.
Alice claps her hands to her cheeks as if Ambrose has just told her the most scandalous gossip on the planet. “Gasp!” she says aloud. “How scandalous! I think we go by tag rules, which means… you’re it!” She declares that last bit happily, her last gift of mischief before she sticks her tongue out, then trots back over to check on the drunkest member of the Order, patting Stelle on the head. “Regretting your life choices yet?”
Nemi raises an eyebrow Ambrose. “Wait Miss Montrose-Fairchild is trying to what?” She asks curiously.
Ambrose hones his attention onto Nemi. “Absolutely nothing,” he informs.
Nemi says “That is not… what that implied.“
Nemi shrugs softly.
“She’s trying to stuff Ambrose and then mount him,” Miles replies to Nemi in stark contrast to Ambrose’s claim to the contrary. “Probably mostly just because she think Mab wants to do the same, and if her cousin wants something, she wants it,” he speculates.
“That…” Obadiah says considering Ambrose a moment then bobs his head, “Is a very well rationalized response. Though I do not think Arachne would stop just because you got some Mercer tail.”
Nemi nods softly in agreement with Obadiah. “Answers make sense-”
Patience says with a wry little laugh, “Amby is tactful, so I won’t spill what I know of the story. But the poor man… has a lot to deal with,” she quips, but then Miles is saying all the untactful things, and her little laugh becomes almost a cackle of amusement.
Obadiah flicks his eyes to Miles, “Why are all the Montrose women after -us- of all people?”
Nonetheless, Ambrose has been nominated, and does not shirk the call of duty to pull his legs out of the water. “Alas,” is all he has to offer on the various Montrocities inflicted, while he walks to the while.
Ambrose uses a nautical wheel of doom: Textual Terrorism – 79Send a flirtatious pick-up line to somebody you really/b79 don’t like./b>Eloa asks Obadiah at his question, smiling slightly to herself as she starts moving to the side near Shiloh.
Ambrose stares through the wheel with slivers for eyes, and then pans that accusatory gaze onto Obadiah.
Shiloh laughs suddenly as he watches the wheel land on an unfortunate outcome.
Nemi looks over to Obadiah and Miles. “Something Something Linking the fae families together with ties through blood and marriage or some nefarious plan.”
“You don’t have to pick Arachne!” Patience assures Ambrose.
“Yes…” Stelle admits to Alice, attention drifting back to the redhead. “A little,” she clarifies and she rolls the glass of water in her hands, eyes still only on the brink of focus, “A little.”
Nemi says “It is QUITE obvious.“
“You know as well as I do that I do,” Ambrose answers Patience without looking.
“Miles was just kidding, no way is Hollywood letting either of them anywhere close to a film,” Shay tells Rinwell amidst all the confusion, huffing out another chuckle, before his attention is taken by Eloa again. “Yeah, we’ll go out hunting, don’t worry about it. Though uh… my time will probably be more limited nowadays.”
Nemi chuckles softly. Nodding as she waves to Shay and Rinwell as she moves back to the pool
“Oooh, ask her to be your plus one to Mab’s virgin dinner!” is Patience’s next particularly brilliant suggestion to Ambrose.
Nemi says “Do we get to know what you send at least?“
42(OOCly) Apologies. Aishia’s/i>/spanShiloh offers a smile over to Eloa as he spots her beginning to move closer.
“Because we’re hot and sometimes tell them no?” Miles hazards a guess over to Obadiah, tracking Ambrose’s spin of the wheel with a cackle at its karmic landing place.
“Miss Rinwell can come to the hunting as well.” Eloa tells Shay with a smile, not really paying attention to the rest of the conversation about dating as she ends up near Shiloh. “Eloa not very good when lots people around.” She admits to the man next to her softly.
“The wheel does not specify, so no, you do not,” Ambrose decides to Nemi, fishing his phone out from his things. “Rules lawyering works both ways.”
“Being hot and saying no is both delightful and frustrating,” Patience says to Miles, giving him a little look that might be considered more flirtation than frustration.
Nemi shrugs. “Could probably convince Obie to ask.” She says with a smile.
Shiloh tilts his head at Eloa’s admission, grinning a bit as he motions to the alcohol “Helps make the conversations flow easier.”
“Eloa should probably drink little thing.” Eloa muses thoughtfully looking over at the drinks, “Is have suggestion for something sweet? Not too bitter?” She asks in her heavy brazilian accent.
Shiloh says “I’m admittedly not the best with da crowds either. But I kinda gotta few things goin’ for me to help with that.“
“Oh, Rinwell is definitely coming with when time allows for it. Both of us just have weird, different schedules from the rest of y’all sometimes,” Shay informs Eloa with a little awkward grin.
“I would be glad to attend the hunt,” Rinwell declares, momentarily fixated in watching the wheel spin and spin. When it stops, she pauses, listening intently. She turns to Shay and points at the wheel. “You should consult it,” she advises him, nodding firmly.
Nemi turns back and yells to Shay. “I’m constantly around you just never invite me!”
“Yeah, you know, what’s the worse that could happen,” Shay slips away from being right beside Rinwell to consult the great Wheel of Fortune.
Out of the blue and totally out of her usual modus operandi, Patience slips over to where the jello shots sit. She grabs two, handing one to Eloa, and popping the other into her mouth. “Sweet,” she promises.
Distracted briefly by his amusement at Ambrose’s plight, Miles looks over his shoulder on the gazebo to wink infuriatingly at Patience. Though his eyes remain on the vampire and the wheel, he suggests to Shay and Rinwell. “If you get a chance, you should do a little work with Diego. Especially on mist rescues, if I’m not around. The man knows his business.”
Alice sits down next to Stelle, adroitly avoiding any vomit piles, and strokes the French woman’s hair gently, condescendingly cooing, “There, there. You only embarrassed yourself in front of everybody. It’s not that bad,” a wicked grin on her face.
Ambrose writes a message for a short time before actually sending the thing. “Okay,” he decides. “Sent.” Attention drifting up, he nods to what Miles has to say, affirming, “Mister Rose is a delight and extremely competent.”
Shay pads closer to the Wheel of Fortune as he adds, “Fought beside him against a couple of big critters too, I think…”
Shay uses a nautical wheel of doom: Expanded Wardrobe – 79Pick an item from the treasure chest and don it until you leave or spin Time to Show Skin./span>/spanEloa asks, smiling a little at the pun with the names. Nodding over to Rinwell and Shay, she smiles at them greatfully before accepting the jello shot which… unfortunately, Eloa can’t seem to target and Patience might’ve drunk the last one.
Stelle closes her eyes and groans. There’s color on her cheeks but whether it’s the alcohol or embarrassment is up in the air. After a time, the blonde collects herself and leans sideways against Alice, whispering something.
Patience had two!
Eloa pours the jello shot back and blinks rapidly, gasping a little for air as she turns a bit red. Clearly the woman isn’t really a big drinker normally.
Shiloh chuckles a bit at the pun, “Well I’m an Angelborn. So the lowered uh… inhibition really helps.” He tells Eloa “Especially when everyone’s having a good time.”
That wink from Miles is met with, “Catch!” and Patience plucks up another jello shot and tosses it toward the Mercer fellow. Then, she wanders over closer, so she can see what Shay has spun. For whatever reason, that particular spin has a hint of color finding her cheeks.
Ambrose returns to the pool proper and slides into it at length, not terribly uncomfortable or bothered by the water. It helps that he doesn’t need to breathe.
Patience says “Should I go? I haven’t yet.“
Rinwell nods agreeably. “Yes. Ser Diego sounds like one I would much like to meet. He must have grand stories. It does hearten me that there are other chivalrous sorts about here in New Haven much like in the Heartland,” she mentions aside to Miles, growing quiet once Shay makes for the wheel, holding her breath until it lands on a plank. “What’s this for?” she wonders, tugging at one of the ears on that headband Shay has retrieved from the chest.
Shay dons the cat-ears headband without much hesitation if any at all, as soon as he finds it after a little bit of rummaging inside the chest. “I’m seconds away from doing the caramelldansen right now, cat ears and all.”
Nemi turns to Shay and BEAMS. “YES.”
“Oh.” Eloa nods at Shiloh as she’s still shivering from the affect effect burning of the shot. “Is always nice being around angels. Eloa is… kindof. Not fully angel.”
Shay cackles at Nemi’s enthusiasm. “Nahh nahh, FUCK that.” He laughs some more.
Nearly fumbling the jello shot, Miles catches it at the last second before it hits the ground and then squeezes to empty the contents into his mouth for him to slurp down. Once finished, he disposes of the disposable container and then goes cat-hunting, maneuvering around the gazebo until he spots a fat, orange bastard of a cat with a fluffy tail/span at whom he immediately makes a, “Pspspspsps,” noise.
Miles uses a fat orange cat: The fat orange cat takes two aimless, wobbling steps then thunderously flops onto his side.
Alice shakes her head at Stelle, though it’s not a no, more of a… shaking my head type of moment. She pats the woman’s shoulder reassuringly.
Shiloh blinks behind his veil of auburn locks at a sudden realization, he pulls out his phone before turning his attention to Eloa “I just realized, we agreed to hang more, but I never got ya number.”
Patience uses a nautical wheel of doom: Slippery When Wet – 79Take a dip in the water, 79or get a bottle of it dumped over your head./span>/span“Well okay then,” Patience tells the wheel, when it directs her back toward the pool. There’s a small shake of her head – she’s only just started to dry off! But then, waving to those under the gazebo, she quips, “Splish splash!” and heads on back.
“Oh it’s Oh one five three.” Eloa tells Shiloh with another smile, “All the numbers are listed on the roster. But send me a text so I can be sure to save yours.” Looking around, she picks up her phone given she doesn’t really have much places to hide a phone on her bikini clad self.
Shay allows the grand cat-ears headband to be tugged by Rinwell, beaming a soft smile down at her as he retakes his place right by the squire’s side. “It’s according to the Wheel of Fortune! I spun it, and got to have a little something-shomething from the chest, which…. I took this.”
Ambrose remains lurking in the pool, mostly submerged as-is, and drifts along with placid contentment while Patience slips back in.
Rinwell presses her hand to her mouth, snorting back a laugh after Shay puts the headband on. “You look quite impressive in that, Shay,” she says to him kindly. “This wheel is very generous,” she concludes, and joins in on the fun. She skips a step, going right for the treasure chest, singling out a pair of glasses from within.
Nemi nods softly with a light chuckle. “Should I spin it again?
Stumbling on Patience’s collection of water balloons, Miles reaches in to seize one to lob at Ambrose, then a second to lob at Patience, as the pair of scuba vampires establish naval supremacy. “It’s very generous,” he confirms to Rinwell. “Have you had a spin?”
Miles uses a brightly colored water balloon: They hit their mark and the splash leaves behind a hint of 35lavender-colored glitter.
Miles uses a brightly colored water balloon: The balloon hits the target square in the head with full splash impact.
Nodding as her phone vibrates in her hand, Eloa sends a text back which promptly causes the beep. “There is now can text.” She tells him with another shy smile.
Shiloh nods as he watches his phone before smiling up at Eloa “Got it. Now we can hang whenever, maybe hunt together when I get better. Mebbe ya should go spin that wheel.” He suggests, motioning Eloa to the ominous wheel.
Stelle raises her hand to cover a laugh as the balloons both hit their mark.
Whilst Shay allows Rinwell to go do her thing at the chest, his attention drifts about until he finally catches an unfamiliar face among the small group of gathered, strutting over towards Shiloh. “Sup, man? Don’t think we’ve met yet. Name’s Shay.” He offers a hand out to him.
Eloa’s eyebrows knit together as Shiloh suggests the big scary wheel and she gives him a shake of her head, “Only if come with.” She tells him as she looks with apphension towards it.
“Me? No. Not yet,” Rinwell answers Miles, eyes on that very wheel, regarding it with both awe and caution. “Shall I?” she asks no one in particular, looking the contraption up and down, sizing it up.
Alas, this is the skin of a partially-submerged killer, marked with a depth charge and now Ambrose is aglitter, leaving eddies of the stuff in his wake. The impact gets a delayed reaction, as if it didn’t fully register with Ambrose for a few seconds, after which he pans his gaze over to squint toward Miles.
Sofia slides into the water from the pool’s edge, drink still in hand. She floats on her back placidly, keeping the rim of her glass carefully above the water.
Alice looks over as the vampiric naval superpower of the world is bombarded by Miles, her eyes widening. She covers a laugh with her hand, shoulders shaking.
Shiloh tilts his head then grins over at Shay, taking the offered hand with a firm shake “Shiloh, new ’round here. Pleasure to meet yah Shay.” He offers a smile to Eloa, looking over to Rinwell “Seems like they’ve beaten you to the punch, I’ll go over there with you after them?”
Eloa nods her head at Shiloh and hangs back a bit as Shay comes over to introduce himself, “Shay very nice. He help lots people.” She tells the man beside her.
Miles just shrugs, hands extending to his sides as he tries to falsely proclaim his innocence in the face of Ambrose’s stare; but it’s to no avail. Unbeknownst to Miles, his ride hand is still stained with the mark of his guilt: lavender glitter. “You definitely should, though,” he encourages Rinwell. “I think everybody else has, just about,” he ratchets up the peer pressure.
Patience is just casually drifting over to say hi to Ambrose, when out of the blue, a water balloon smacks her full in the head. Immediately, her hair plasters to her head, and she has to lift her hands to wipe water away. It takes a long moment before she finds the victim, but then she shrieks, “Miles!”
Patience is in the pool and definitely wet already. It shouldn’t matter. But logic isn’t always applicable.
Nemi looks over to the will. And then to Rinwell. “I’ll spin it if you don’t.”
Shay parts his mouth like he’s about to offer a response to Shiloh, but Eloa tosses that compliment out which nearly makes him turn bashful. “That’s real sweet of you to say, Eloa, thank you.” He pivots, turning around to check on Rinwell, unwilling to let his attention stray away too long from the squire it seems. “Rin! You going to spin the wheel? Do it!”
Dive, dive, dive. There is no klaxon of warning or any bubbles rising to the surface when Ambrose submerges fully, just the pale cloud of him in the water.
Shiloh chuckles, nodding to Eloa “So I’ve been hearing.” He turns his attention back to Shay “Lots of people wanna go huntin’ with ya it seems.” He says, almost in response to Eloa’s claim, smiling.
Rinwell nods affirmatively. “Then it shall be so,” she declares, stepping up to the plate. “May this grant me one step closer to draping the accolades of knighthood upon my shoulders.”
Rinwell uses a nautical wheel of doom: Fuck, Marry, Kill – 79Choose a victim and give them three names. 79They must pick one each to fuck, 79marry, 79and kill./span>/spanRinwell tilts her head and stares at the plank. “Fuck, Marry, Kill,” she reads loud and clear.
“Oof, yeah,” Shay sucks a sharp breath in, in response to what Shiloh said.
Nemi nods to Rinwell. “You ask someone for three people’s names you’ll likely know. And then you get to decide which of the three you’d fuck, which you’d marry, and which you’d kill.”
“In this case,” Miles corrects Nemi. “She picks the person and gives the three names, then they choose.”
Nemi nods softly. “Choose me…” She states with a nod. “But what Miles said.”
Shay trudges along the garden to find Miles, head canted to the side. “Damn, so the person who spun the wheel and got that actually… kind of wins, then?”
Shay says “I for sure thought Rinwell would have to be the one doing the choosing.“
“Shay!” Patience calls to Shay from where she treads water in the pool, with bits of water balloon floating around her. “Five bucks to throw Miles in!”
“Indeed,” Miles confirms to Shay. “Sometimes the wheel’s will puts you in position to make somebody else its victim.”
“Is Shiloh met miles yet?” Eloa asks as her attention is drawn by Shay trying to seek out Miles, “Eloa know of miles but not really meet. So should probably say hi for meet and greet.” Is Eloa trying to avoid spinning the wheel? Probably.
Nemi looks over to Patience and then Shay. “I’ll help.”
Shiloh nods at Eloa “A bit, he’s the one that got me to spin that wheel in the first place.” He says with a chuckle, “He also has good taste in pizza, let’s go say hey.”
“Sup,” Miles raises his hand to Shiloh, distracted by Eloa and supremely vulnerable should Shay take Patience up on her offer. “Chicago bro knows pizzaaaaaaaaaaaaaa–”
Say less. Shay rears his attention over to Miles and charges in like a sumo wrestler, looking to shove the man back into the goddamn pool!
Eloa nods at Shiloh, seeming boltered a bit by the other angelborn anddddd the person she’s heading towards gets charged into the pool. She flinches back as if allergic to water. “Oh dear.” She comments.
Shiloh blinks as the two go splashing into the pool, laughing before looking to Eloa “Well, you wanted to go say hi, let’s join ’em.” With that he takes Eloa’s hand before charging toward the pool, going for a big cannon ball.
Rinwell does the spin herself, turning in place and becoming a blonde turret, looking for someone to pick out in the gathering. There’s a lot of new faces and names to go around for her, making this quite the predicament for her. She gravitates towards Shay. “You are nominated, and the three names are thusly,” she clears her throat, watching Miles and Shay go at it before continuing, “Miles, Ambrose, and…” She’s looking for another guy to single out and points at Shiloh.
“Okay,” Alice/i>/spanNemi nods softly. “At least the selections on theme for pride month.” She says with a soft smile.
Screaming as she’s dragged into the pool, Eloa has no choice but to follow Shiloh in with a big splash, sending out a wave of water.
Shiloh blinks past his auburn locks as he suddenly gets pointed at, tilting his head owlishly at Rinwell
Patience cackles in evil-villain victory as Miles is catapulted into the pool, then laughs even harder when Shay, fully dressed, ends up in there with him. “Badass,” she says in thanks, and then Rinwell is offering the fellow up a heaping serving of three other fellows. This, of course, she needs to know the answers to, so as she swims over to try and drape herself against Miles’s back in ‘revenge’, she says, “Go on. Inquiring minds…
Ambrose resurfaces from his underwater expedition gradually, not early enough to note Miles and Shay’s dive in nor his naming by Rinwell, but observant enough to clock Alice’s demeanor halfway through her statement. “You are most welcome. You may also crash here, if you would like, but there is no pressure,” murmured just above the waterline to her and Stelle.
Eyes lidded Stelle reaches up for Alice’s hand and wobbles to her feet. “You cannot curse me with a hangoveur,” Stelle groans, leaning against Alice for support as she waves lackadaisically to the general area.
Nemi turns to Ambrose. “I got a question. How many times does the order ask you to hunt down artifacts in the ocean knowing your a vampire?”
Shay emerges from the water all soaked and drenched (glasses still on, weirdly) no less feeling like he’d just done something stupid. But he’s a college student, and five bucks is five bucks, so he’s here to collect. “Paxy! I’m getting those five bucks from your ass for that!” He spits some water to the side as he calls out for Patience, trying to swim his way out of the pool and back to the gazebo now. “Shit… can you repeat that for me, Rin?” He inquires Rinwell, climbing out the edge of the pool.
“I’m so glad you came!” Patience calls to Alice, letting herself be distracted from the shenanigans for a moment to blow she and Stelle a kiss. “You girls are delightful!” There’s a pause and then she adds, “Take food if you want? It’s not going to all get eaten here!
Gaze drifting to Nemi, Ambrose lifts himself a bit further out of the water, supposing, “It has happened. It is wiser to get one of the Mercer boys on it, though. They are more apt in the water. Just because I cannot drown does not mean I can fight in it.”
Alice gives a last little wave as she helps Stelle back to the car, then goes back to chiding the French woman. “I didn’t curse you with a hangover, YOU cursed you with a hangover.”
Patience sticks her tongue out at Shay, clearly not too worried.
Sofia does a one-armed backstroke to the edge of the pool to set her mojito glass down and then dives underwater, deep as she can go, doing a handstand and walking across the bottom of the pool for a while, just cuz.
Shiloh still seems confused over why he got pointed at though he eventually shrugs, looking back to Eloa “Ready to spin that wheel?”
shakes her head, “Is the previous one done yet? I want meet Miles.” Looking a bit like a drowned well Latina, Eloa makes her way forward to Miles to make sure he popped back out of the water after being tacked into it. “Miles?”
Rinwell gingerly places her hands on Shay’s cheeks, staring right into his eyes. “Fuck, Marry, Kill,” she briefs him. “Miles. Ambrose. And…” she’s already forgotten the third person she picked. “And me?”
Shiloh shrugs and wades over to join Eloa and Miles “Oh, I dunno if I ever actually introduced myself or not. I’m Shiloh.” He offers to Miles, “An’ this is Eloa.”
Nemi makes a soft ‘awwwwwww’ noise at the two…. maybe preemptively due to the possibility of answers.
People-watching from his drift in the water, Ambrose’s pale gaze wanders abjectly from Sofia’s underwater acrobatics over to Rinwell, settling there on the question. Or more likely toward Shay.
Shay struts up, all wet and dripping, to clasp his hands around Rinwell’s waist with hers placed around his cheeks. “Done, easy. Marry you,” he says, head swiveling about to try and find Ambrose in the pool. “Fuck Ambrose… aand it looks like I just killed Miles anyway, so.”
“It always sounds like people are saying ‘Fuck Ambrose,'” Patience says, which is exactly what Shay just said, but her tone and twist on the words is rather different. She snickers softly, however, and looks over at Shay and Rinwell with a wink.
“A dead bedroom situation,” Ambrose perhaps jokes in his soft sotto in the water toward Shay, his attention is stolen off toward Patience with dulled amusement.
Nemi joins in with the jokes. “I imagine he’s cold heartedly rough anyways.”
Sofia resurfaces in a splash and slicks her hair back, swimming over to the shallows, just catching the tail end of this conversation but chiming in anyways, telling Patience, “Fuck Buck was my favorite Fuck of the night.”
Obadiah drinks more of his rum punch, floating in his inky black cloud. “If it is any consolation I am pretty sure Ambrose was hate fucking me earlier,” he says to Patience, “I did get a good set though.”
“And so it is foretold,” Rinwell resolves, apparently quite satisfied with Shay’s answer. His hand comes to her waist, she straightens her posture and starts trying to put the glasses she nicked from the chest on Shay’s face, struggling greatly since he already has those aviators on. “I wish you great luck in all three of this endeavors…”
That gets Ambrose’s attention back on Obadiah, along with a placid and unnecessary blink. “I don’t recall this.”
“I mean there is something to be said for angry sex,” Patience tells Obadiah with no effort to find her filter, then grins toothily over to someone. “Right?” she agrees with a nod. It feels like it needs to be part of one of those limericks. And God,” she bemoans, with a look over at the heaps of food that have been mostly untouched, “I ordered too much. I’ve forgotten how much people actually eat…”
“I mean there is something to be said for angry sex,” Patience tells Obadiah with no effort to find her filter, then grins toothily over to Sofia. “Right?” she agrees with a nod. It feels like it needs to be part of one of those limericks. And God,” she bemoans, with a look over at the heaps of food that have been mostly untouched, “I ordered too much. I’ve forgotten how much people actually eat…”
Considering Miles drowned, Eloa sighs as she turns back to Shiloh, “Do I really have to spin the wheel?” She asks him with glance up at the wheel although at the talk of food, her eyes flick over to the food. “Is okay I help Miss Pax eat.”
“You said if fucking me would get Arachne to back of then I was fuck, if it made it worse, then Kill,” Obadiah says with a snicker to Ambrose. “Or were we getting married? I am a little drunk.”
Shay beams a smile at Rinwell, and quickly pivots, pointing out fingers towards Nemi and Eloa. “You two need to spin the wheel now! C’mon!”
Sofia tells Patience with no shortage of amusement, “Part of the fun of holding a party at a restaurant is, I can put out free drinks and snacks or whatever, but a small amount. And when we run out? Oh no! They can buy food.”
Nemi sighs and grumbles softly as she nods.
Nemi uses a nautical wheel of doom: Slippery When Wet – 79Take a dip in the water, 79or get a bottle of it dumped over your head./span>/spanNemi uses a nautical wheel of doom: Textual Terrorism – 79Send a flirtatious pick-up line to somebody you really/b79 don’t like./b>Nemi nods softly as she sees the goal of her re spin. “Fuck.” She states out loud.
Another long gaze at Obadiah, and Ambrose breaks into the mildest of smiles again. “Ah. That’s right. Either-or, honestly.” And his attention returns to wandering along, settling on the wheel and upon Nemi.
“Wheel twins!” Patience calls over to Nemi with a fist pump to go with it. But then, as she spins again, there’s an amused smirk, and the diva turns to Sofia. “That’s actually a brilliant marketing scheme,” she decides. “It’s fun, Eloa! The worst thing that can happen on there is that you get to pick someone to do a body shot off you.
“Oh, and you’re next, new guy,” Shay cracks an almost devious grin to Shiloh now, before his focus is taken away with the spin of the wheel that Nemi does. “Welll… HAH. Let’s see who you’re texting then.”
“I suppose it’s not so big a deal.” Given Nemi is spinning it and Eloa moves to the edge of the pool where the ladder is, water droplets clinging to her tan lined body as she waits for someone to come out after her.
“I suppose it’s not so big a deal.” Given Nemi is spinning it and Eloa moves to the edge of the pool where the ladder is, water droplets clinging to her tan lined body as she waits for Shiloh to come out after her.
Nemi says “There’s only… ONE person… I really. Really do not like That will take this the complete wrong way. And I do not have their number.“
Nemi sighs softly. “Does anyone have connies Number?”
Eloa says “7100133 “
Eloa gives Nemi a sympathetic look.
Shiloh laughs a bit, nodding to Shay “I’ll bite the bullet here.” He declares, calling out to Eloa “One sec, I’m gonna spin the wheel.”
“That isn’t part of the game,” Ambrose placidly informs Patience from his gradual backward drift in the water, eventually finding poolside and hauling himself out. “And, truly, I do not want to deal with it.”
Shiloh uses a nautical wheel of doom: Time to Show Skin – 79If you’re wearing something from Expanded Wardrobe, 79return it to the chest. 79Otherwise, 79strip to your underwear. 79If you’re already in underwear or swimsuit, 79or you’re not wearing underwear, 79then dance/b.
Sofia laughs between Eloa and Nemi, saying, “Damn, I’d do that with a burner phone.”
“Fuck no I don’t,” Shay is all too quick to spew out that vitriol, upon hearing Nemi. “- but maybe someone else does?” He beckons Eloa and Shiloh over now to the wheel.
Shiloh pauses at the wheel, looking down to his swim trunks, “I suppose my necklace doesn’t count?” He asks, looking around
Nemi sighs more as she looks over to Eloa and then the wheel. “Okay- Give me a second. I need to think of what to send.”
Patience purses her lips. “No it’s not. I’m just nosey,” she admits, and then as Ambrose heads out of the pool, she puffs a tiny little sigh. But after a moment, she just swims over to Sofia and Obadiah and suggests: “Want to gang up and hit everyone under the gazebo with water balloons?
Patience says “Oh it’s just two people.“
Moving next to the wheel with Shiloh, Eloa watches him spin it first and then puts her hand nervously on the wheel, giving it a small spin.
Eloa uses a nautical wheel of doom: Fuck, Marry, Kill – 79Choose a victim and give them three names. 79They must pick one each to fuck, 79marry, 79and kill./span>/spanShay motions vaguely towards where Miles is floating and likely drowning. “But he’s not looking too good right now. Don’t worry though, man’s aquatic, he won’t die. He’s like Poseidon’s great great great grandchild or something.”
“I mean, shit, I’d be down,” Sofia laughs to Patience. “Long as we aren’t ganging up on them too hard.”
Obadiah slides his phone away and looks at Sofia and Patience with troublesome glee. “I want nothing more.”
Seeming to have picked one where she doesn’t have to do anything, Eloa turns her hazel eyes over to Patience even before Shiloh has picked anything out. “Uh Fuck Marry Kill um.. Ambrose, Orbie and Miles. Miss Pax.” She tells the woman with a shy smile.
Obadiah says “Wait wait… I want to hear the answer to this.“
Nemi sighs softly as she begins writing something several times but keeps stopping and re-writing it. “Any pickup line suggestions…”
“Girl, are you Asian? Cuz I’m China get in Japanties,” Shay says to Nemi, almost too quickly, snorting a stream of giggles.
Shiloh snickers softly at Eloa “Now ya just gotta choose ya victim.” Before he exhales a soft sigh at the growing realization that a necklace probably does not count. So he resigns himself to dance, splashing about in the water with large, over-exaggerated movements. He’s really not a great dancer, but he’s got energy!
“Tell the Cardinal you find her chest impressively massive,” Rinwell suggests to Nemi off the back of Shay’s.
“Oh Jesus, that’s not fair!” Patience squawks as Eloa targets her sire, and the two Mercer bros. “Nope, nope.” And instead of answering a question that has no good answers to at least one of those points, she submerges herself beneath the water and… stays there.
Ambrose heads over to gather up his attache case from aside the gazebo, and he does, in fact, check his phone when he gets there. It gets a mild wrinkle of his nose and purse of his lips, but no response. Just into the case with the thing. “I’m going to head inside for a while. I may be back out. As stated, you’re all welcome to crash,” one hand lifts to gesture southward before he veers northward himself. “… or visit the ground floor.” And off he drifts northbound, toward the porch proper.
Nemi has her jaw drop as she hears Shay. “You’ve been thinking about this have’nt you.”
“Tell her you need to confess your sins. Of being very very naughty.” Eloa offers to Nemi before looking at the water where Patience disappeared to without a bubble. “Um.. I kill miss Pax with my wheel turn.” She shrugs her shoulder and then slips back into the pool decoriously.
Nemi turns and nods to Rinwell. “Her body is quite…. vertically enhanced.” She says with a soft nod. “Oh! Oh… I’ve got one now.”
Eloa claps for Shiloh dancing though.
Obadiah looks as Ambrose leaves, and Pax Scuba-vamps, before looking to Miles with a sly grin. Turning back to Eloa he says, “I am sure she will come up for air soon enough.”
Shiloh finishes his dance routine, before looking around cluelessly.
Nemi says “Done. “
Shiloh says “Where’d Pax go?“
Nemi states, looking as if she might regret it as she covers her face and waits for any sense of a response. “If the holy cross of a church comes barreling through the bushes I might be getting kidnapped to a bed.” She states with a nod. “I will spill what I sent though. I texted, I need to confess my sins, of thoughts about us, Because you must be the night sky with how you look so out of this world.
“She is Vampire. She no need breath. But mabye if you encourage with tentacles.. She has to answer?” Eloa asks Obadiah as she points out the woman to someone next to her.
“She is Vampire. She no need breath. But mabye if you encourage with tentacles.. She has to answer?” Eloa asks Obadiah as she points out the woman to Shiloh next to her.
“The Cardinal is rather impressive in stature,” Rinwell admits, her voice hoarse after she impulsively downs one of the jello shots after having observed the other partygoers doing the same. In the aftermath of imbibing the party drink, she looks as if she’s coming to terms with something. A culture shock for her palate.
Nemi huhs softly. as she looks at her phone. “She actually took that quite well.” She states as she hums softly. “I only disliked her because of how she reacted to one text… Intensely…” She states but shrugs softly.
Shay’s hand lifts up to stifle a cackle, pivoting to look at Rinwell in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just said that, Rin. Have you been staring at her chest?” He sighs, and bobs an approving nod to Nemi. “I mean, too bad that that’s being wasted on her of all people, but oh well. Wheel of Fortune I guess. And yeah, right? For some reason I had that one line loaded up in my head.”
Shiloh looks down in the water and almost jumps in surprise as Eloa points out Patience.
Nemi nods softly.
Nemi says “Okay uh…. Whos next?“
“She’s a big ol’ dommy-mommy but she doesn’t know guns from her fat ass,” Miles pipes off to Rinwell, suddenly restored to life and, apparently, spice after a prolonged float in the pool.
Nemi says “This is a fun night honestly…“
Nemi floats over to Obadiah after a moment. “Hey.” she says with a nod.
“Well Miss Pax is meant to answer and go next but she no want answer.” Eloa gestures to the woman at the bottom of the pool then turns to Miles when he’s finally alive again. “Ola Miles. Eloa wanted to meet and say hi properly. Not sure if actually have time say hi before.”
“I want a dommy mommy,” Obadiah says as his eyes scan the crowd before turning to Nemi, “Hey. Glad you are having fun.”
Nemi nods softly, moving close enough to whisper.
“Heard her trying to lecture Preston about guns once when he was trying to get bottomed out, and literally everything she had to say about the M4 was false,” Miles whines, then raises his hand to wave up at Eloa. “We’ve met at the hospital a few times.”
Sofia cracks a grin and laughs at Obadiah, saying, “Yeah but do you what a Connie Dommy Mommy?”
“She is a big dommy-mommy,” Rinwell readily agrees just because Miles seems so confident in the assertion, nodding surely. On the back of Obadiah’s desires made aloud, she asks Shay, “Do you wish for a dommy mommy?” The hot topic of the moment.
“Ah yes, most of the things that a member of Conclave would spew is false, who would’ve thunk,” Shay quips towards nobody in particular. But Rinwell is there asking him the important questions, which… he responds with a sigh and a smack of his forehead, facepalming. “Her version? Nah, fuck that. I could never be a sub anyway, not even a switch.”
“Yes but Miles always rushing ot rescue someone else or run off to help someone else. So now say hi.” Eloa tells Miles with a small shy smile, “Seem like Mister Miles is big rescuer.”
Patience finally rises, only to tell the entire gathering, “Obie’s tentacles have no sensation. I almost bit him to see if I’d get a reaction. So if he’s already mostly dead, I’ll pick him. Then I can fuck Miles and marry Ambrose,” she decides with a smirk and a sly look split between the two Mercers.
Obadiah leans into Nemi’s whisper before squinting narrowly as his brain clicks through some gears before nodding, “Huh. Let me make a call.” He then glances back to Sofia and says, “Na. Not into nun play.”
Nemi shrugs softly. “I would, but also maybe Not connie. If I did I’d like someone who’s more- elegant professional and stuff, and knows more about faction than I do.” She states as she nods softly. “But certainly not a conclave member that is for sure.”
Sofia empathizes back to Obadiah, saying, “Yeah, I don’t make a habit of it either.”
“I’ll accept this, but only if I can marry Ambrose too,” Miles issues a counter-offer to Patience from his lethargic float. To Eloa, he insists, “I don’t rescue that many people. The work you do in the hospital is way more valuable. Couldn’t pay me enough to get me to hang out in a goddamn hospital,” he shudders in the water.
Nemi looks over to Miles. “You save, A LOT of fucking people, at least recently you have.”
nods along with what Shay declares, but then tilts her head in that familiar way she does when she needs further clarification. “A sub. A switch,” Rinwell repeats for her own benefit without the comprehension to guide her voice along, tucking those terms aside to badger someone about after the festivities are done with.
“Is probably why never talk to Mister Miles much when he in hospital. He too busy fleeing.” Eloa tells him with a small smile, “Is Miles get thank from people who save him though?” She asks curiosly, “Get flower basket?”
“Perfect,” Patience says, giving Miles a ‘chef’s kiss’ with her fingertips to her lips and a loud, ‘muah!’ from where she once more treads water. “What both of you do is valuable,” she argues her point to the pair, and then begins to swim over, mostly so she can reach the wheel to spin it. “Like, really. Healing and rescuing.”
Obadiah mouthes “Fuck you” to Sofia’s pun before shaking his head and listens to Nemi. “We’ll talk about it more later hmm?”
Patience uses a nautical wheel of doom: Taking Body Shots – 79Pick a consenting person to take a body shot off of you./span>/spanNemi says. “No. Not unless their zero proof.” Just in case she is somehow chosen.
“Hey, I won’t mind buying Miles a bouquet for visiting me with pizza that one time I was in the hospital,” Shay says as an aside to Eloa, then turns to crack a little grin to Rinwell. “I’ll tell you what those words mean later. They’re very, ah… insightful, yes.”
“I’ll take my thanks in the form of them hopefully not going on to do something that requires a smacking, later,” Miles presses his palms together in prayer.
“Maybe sometime need get rescue by Mister Miles,” Eloa tells him with a slightly shy grin which would probably be wicked before turning back to Shay, “Where my pizza for helping you heal before you run away?” She teases the man softly, having completely missed the bit about subs and switches.
Nemi said that way too fast… but at least she said something.
“Such as good g-” Rinwell is about to liken to apparently another term Shay taught her, but the sound of the wheel mercifully steals her attention, eyes on Patience after the contraption stops. Like a routine at this point, she claps just because.
“Anyone up for that?” Patience asks. This time, apparently, she’s seeking volunteers. For whatever reason, she gives Eloa a playful waggle of her eyebrows.
Sofia rubs her hands together gleefully as people discuss using pizza as a currency for favor. Just as planned.
“Um.. you just.. drink off… belly button?” Eloa asks Patience turning bright red as she looks to Shiloh for help, “Um Shiloh volunteer!” She tells the man, pushing him forward infront of her.
Shiloh looks around confused as he gets pushed forward, “Wait, what am I doing?”
Obadiah shakes his head. Tacos will always be the superior currency for favor exchange and Sofia knows it. The Taco vs Pizza wars will wage eternally.
Nemi says “I’d do it if I was serving the shot to you… but No I don’t drink.“
“Done, I’ll get you set up, don’t worry about it!” Shay flicks a wave, as if dismissively, to Eloa, regarding the ask for pizza. “There’s Sofia right there anyway, I can just ask her for a slice sometime soon,” his head gestures towards Sofia there in the pool, with a little smirk. Rinwell’s near blunder snaps his attention back to her, even as Patience is spinning the wheel, to clasp his mouth at the sight of the squire. “Shh, stop saying that in public, Rin.”
“I think Shiloh just lay there. Either on pool ring or on side of pool.” Eloa starts pushing him towards Patience in the water, looking as innocent as the skyyyy.
Eloa yells out to Shay, “They no sell in slice.” Maybe Tacos is better for favors! Gasp!
Shiloh tilts his head at Eloa before shrugging “Okay? I can do that.” He says as he climbs out from the pool, moving to lay down, “We tanning now?” He squints up at the sky to see if the sun is even out anymore, hair falling past his eyes which are now clearly visible, each different in color.
“Well the pizza lady is literally RIGHT THERE, we can just ask her for slices!” And just like that, Shay is rearing over towards where Sofia is. “Can y’all put slices on the menu, please? Thank ya kindly. Not everyone has the money to buy whole boxes, yo!”
Giving Patience a perfect pallet although probably not sexactly informed consenting victim, Eloa gestures towards Shiloh infront of her excitedly at Patience. Probably because it means she won’t be the intended victim. She opens those hazel eyes to blink innocentl yat Shiloh, “Um.. I think is feel cold in belly button..”
Sofia grins back at Shay and then pouts over to Eloa for a moment. “There’s a perfectly good reason we don’t sell by the slice though! The pizza is so much better FRESH! We don’t leave stuff out there to get reheated and stale. We want ONLY the finest slices served!” She keeps justifying her absurdity, by adding, “Listen, it’s 95 years of tradition, my family would KILL me if I broke it and added slices.”
“Sofia!” Miles yowls like a cat from his aimless, deathly float. “If you were going to make a pizza named after yourself, what toppings would you put on it?” he asks.
“Oh no. You have to do a body shot off me,” Patience says with a small smirk as Eloa flips the coin. “I… legitimately need to not get that close to warm flesh…” She looks over to Miles, but he’s obsessing over pizza, so she tips the bottle of vodka toward Shiloh and says with a wink, “Your call. You can say no, it’s cool.”
Shiloh raises an eyebrow up at Eloa before looking to Patience, the situation finally clicking as he realizes what’s going on. He hops up easily with a shrug, slipping back into the pool, “Oh, sure. I’ll do a body shot off ya.”
Looking confused, Eloa looks at Miles, then back at someone, “Miles is also vampire? Miss Pax do off miles earlier.” She teases lightly, then smiles over at Shiloh, “Sorry for volunteer.”
Looking confused, Eloa looks at Miles, then back at Patience, “Miles is also vampire? Miss Pax do off miles earlier.” She teases lightly, then smiles over at Shiloh, “Sorry for volunteer.”
Rinwell holds a hand to her mouth, momentarily contrite after Shay’s reprimand. Not one to be down for too long, she pipes up, “The pepperoni is quite good. We had a box this morning,” she shares distractedly, watching the demands of the wheel being played out closely. Tugging at Shay’s arm, she points at the activity, thinking it’s very important for him to watch.
Sofia turns back to Miles slowly, expression deathly serious. “That’s a big question you ask. I have not yet earned a named pizza. I’d have to do so much science. But… tentatively…” She leans against the edge of the pool and steeples her fingers. “Red pie, honey drizzle base… house made hot Italian sausage crumbles, sliced olives, and dozens of little baby ricotta dollops.”
Shiloh offers Eloa a smile “No worries, like I said earlier, lowered inhibitions. Besides, it feels good to do things other people want me to do.”
Patience grins. There’s a flicker of relief, even, as she hops herself to the edge of the pool, and leans herself back on her arms, so that the slant of her body is perfect for such feats. “Miles did it off me,” she tells Eloa with a shake of her head, wet hair dripping onto the pavement. “I still… am tempted to bite, when I get too close.” With that said, she uncaps the bottle, and holds it out to Shiloh.
“Ooh. Must be hard. Like chocolate but can’t eat, when super hungry.” Speaking of which, as Shiloh goes to pour the shot, Eloa shimmies out of the pool to collect herself a plate and some food.
Shay remains right beside Rinwell, slipping an arm around her, hand nestling comfortably on the curve of her waist. The tug at his arm is enough to pull his attention towards wherever she’s directing it to, eyeing the wheel happenings with Shiloh and Patience and the rest of them.
Shiloh takes the offered bottle from Patience as he moves to the edge of the pool beside Patience, pouring out a generous shot into Patience’s belly button, some spilling onto Patience’s stomach. He leans in with a grin, slurping the vodka up before pulling back to quickly lick up the rest of the vodka, reeling back with a shake of his head “Could do with some lime.”
“I dig it,” Miles decides of Sofia’s self-titled pie. “I mean, I think olives are fucking disgusting, but I dig it for you. Very spicy. Very Italian. But kinda sweet, too,” he approves. “Obie, how about you?” he inquires over to Obadiah. “I mean, calimari covered in white sauce, right?”
Sofia groans softly at Miles and says, “I’m not proud, but I prefer the taste of cheap canned olives on a pizza over real ones. It shouldn’t taste better. But something about that metallic tinge just… mmm.”
That smile lingers as Shiloh plays along with the wheel’s demand, the slurp even earning a giggle. “Good sport,” Patience declares, when he pulls back, and she points over to the table. “Probably some up there with the drinks, but a bit late huh?” Looking back as the pizza discussion goes on, she opines: “Why does everyone think Obie is a cannibal?” as she meanders toward the gazebo again.
Piling her plate high with different foods, Eloa goes to carefully slip into the pool again, keeping her plate and her fork above the water. She smiles at Shiloh and comes back near him and Miles now that the belly button lickening has happened and she forks some sweet potato into her mouth.
“Because calimari is delicious, Pax,” Miles proclaims over at Patience. “You don’t even know. It’s so good. And also all octopi are cannibals.”
Shiloh looks over to the gazebo with a chuckle, it was indeed too late. His attention turns back to Eloa “Those good?”
Obadiah stretches and considers Miles question, “Is that too on the nose?” He pauses then and says, “Or how about pineapple, pepperoni, jalapenos, on a spicy red sauce.” He frowns, “Or bacon, ham, spicy Italian sausage, red peppers, and olives.” He shakes his head, “Or a white sauce with clams, bacon, scallops, and maybe non spicy sausage.”
“A touch late,” Rinwell agrees with Patience after she scans the heavens, instinctively sinking into Shay’s side as his arm winds about her. “Who will spin the wheel next?” she asks, the game still quite novel to her. Looking to Shay, she weighs a certain look that suggests she thinks he ought to do the honours.
“So mean of you to point out my gastronomic challenges!” Patience huffs. She’s probably not serious, but she is wandering off away from the pool.
Biting into the potato salad, Eloa nods her head as she cleans her fork with her mouth and then forks up another mouthful offering it to Shiloh. She’s careful not to drop pieces into the pool though. “Is want try? Very tasty.”
Shiloh tilts his head at the offered bite before his shoulders lift into an easy shrug, leaning forward to take the offered mouthful, pulling back to chew thoughtfully.
Shay is still very much wet and damp from his most recent pool diving. With Rinwell sink into his side though, he lifts a hand over to scritch-scritch the fair maiden that’s right by him just under the jawline, “Oh, wait, should I? I mean it’s gonna be the second for me tonight. I’m already wearing my cat ears.”
Giving someone another shy smile as he’s accepted the bite, Eloa stabs her fork into the grilled chicken although it’s a bit of a …struggle to eat it with one hand holding a plate.
Giving Shiloh another shy smile as he’s accepted the bite, Eloa stabs her fork into the grilled chicken although it’s a bit of a …struggle to eat it with one hand holding a plate.
Shiloh hums softly as he swallows before nodding to Eloa “It was pretty good.”
“Sometimes on the nose is just right,” Miles opines to Obadiah after thinking for a second. “But I’m pretty tasteless so I’m probably wrong about that. I don’t know what would go on my pie, except I’d want some gorgonzola on that bitch. I love that funky cheese,” he admits, pulling himself up and out of the pool to drip his way over to the gazebo. Along the way, he gives the wheel a spin.
Miles uses a nautical wheel of doom: Expanded Wardrobe – 79Pick an item from the treasure chest and don it until you leave or spin Time to Show Skin./span>/spanAt risk of polluting the pool with bits of floating chicken, Eloa offers Shiloh her plate, “Do you mind holding this while I eat chicken?” She giggles softly, seeming a bit more relaxed now that the alcohol has taken effect.
“Honk honk,” Miles vocalizes, before pinning the big red ball on his nose.
Obadiah yawns then and pulls himself out the pool, getting dressed as things start to dry off, “Alright my friends. Call me if you need me. I am being summoned to down town.”
Nemi says “Awww to where?“
Nemi says “Something big happening?“
Sofia wrinkles her nose and pushes out of the water, nodding back over to Obadiah. “Honestly I’m thinking I might call it too. Maybe eat some snacks first.”
Eloa waves at Obadiah, “I guess we get see your big tentacle. Have fun.” She calls out after swallowing a mouthful of chicken skin.
Shiloh tilts his head at Eloa’s question before waving to Obadiah, holding a hand out to accept Eloa’s plate “Sure.”
“I am officially besotted. Nothing has ever looked sexier,” Patience says drolly to Miles, eyes sparkling with absolute amusement as the handsome man chooses such an absurd addition to his wardrobe. “I’m terribly tempted to kiss you.” With that said though, she turns from her perch to offer Obadiah a wave. “Love you Obes. Good night!” she calls to him.
giving Shiloh her plate, Eloa uses her hand and her fork to attack the chicken thigh, peeling bits and pieces off it so that she can eat it with a fork and one hand later.
Nemi blehs. “Sleep well.”
Sofia takes a little bowl of street corn salad and plop plop plops over with wet steps to the gazebo to casually eat it.
“It is getting to be about that time,” Miles seems to agree with someone and Sofia, but probably he just wants out of his crown and clown nose. “Oh, really?” he pretends to take Patience seriously. “Why didn’t you say something, I’d have put it on sooner.”
“It is getting to be about that time,” Miles seems to agree with his departing cousin and Sofia, but probably he just wants out of his crown and clown nose. “Oh, really?” he pretends to take Patience seriously. “Why didn’t you say something, I’d have put it on sooner.”
Reminded of the silly headgear that Shay’s got going on, Rinwell tilts her head ever so slightly, studying the ears, having long since come to terms that Shay is now a catboy. “Once may be enough,” she agrees after a moment, tossing the glasses she took some time ago back where it belongs. Of course, she claps for Miles after he becomes a clown and for his achievement at spinning the mystical wheel. “Perhaps it is time for us to depart as well?” she wonders. The need to leave is infectious like that.
Patience smirks playfully at Miles, sliding to her feet. She saunters over to where he stands, and rests her hands on his shoulders. “Because I’m terribly shy,” she declares, leaning up in a playful attempt to peck a little kiss that red rubber nose.
“Honk honk,” Miles ruins Patience’s little kiss with clownly sound effects that sound more like a rabid dinosaur of a goose than a clown. “Thanks for coming,” he calls to everybody who’s preparing to leave. “Love you all,” he beams to Sofia, his cousin, and now Rinwell and Shay.
“Maybe, since everyone else is also leaving. This was really fun though, I’m glad I didn’t just stay in the apartment all night long,” Shay admits, sashaying over to the treasure chest to finally free himself of his catboy identity. Good things must come to an end, after all. Then he’s walking back to reclaim his spot right by Rinwell, smirking, not forgetting to jut that thumbs up to Miles. “Good thing no one has coulrophobia here.”
Patience groans as Miles honks at her. It’s amusing, apparently, but she rolls her eyes anyway. Then, turning away she says, “It was lovely to see you both,” to Rinwell and Shay, giving them both a smile before she admits, “It’s getting late. But I’m so happy everyone could come.
“Okay all shreded!” Eloa tells Shiloh as she finishes peeling off bits of chicken. She flashes a smile at Nemi, “Want come share? Too much food Eloa things.” She takes the plate back and offers it to Shiloh as well although there’s only one fork.
Nemi shakes her head softly. “I ate earlier, still quite full.”
Shiloh continues holding the plate for Eloa, he chuckles and shakes his head “I actually gotta get to sleep soon. Gonna be an early night for me, I appreciate it though.”
Sofia beams a smile back to Miles as she munches on her corn. “Mmm. Alright, yeah, flagging out of energy.” She points to Patience and says, “You done great tonight. I’m going to go watch baseball highlights and zone the fuck out.” Finishing up her bowl and tossing it aside, she reaches into the cooler, very wisely saying, “Might as well get a road soda for the drive home though.”
Shiloh gives the plate back to Eloa as she takes it back.
Reaching up, Miles plucks the clown nose off of his face and then slowly, carefully, lifts the soggy cardboard crown from his head then places both inside the chest as though they were sacred regalia. “Do we know if uh… Stelle got home alright? I’m going to need to get my towel back when she’s recovered,” he recollects. “Night Sofia!”
“Oh no worries.” Eloa smiles at Shiloh, accepting her plate, “I should probably go over to the gazebo to eat anyways. Was nice meet you. Have good night Shi yes?” Eloa seems to have given him a nickname already as she starts bouncing her way towards the side of the pool.
“Definitely. Everyone should take a roadie,” Patience informs Sofia, and everyone, with a grin. “Thanks Sofia. Sorry I missed your thing yesterday but I hear it was amazing,” she adds. “We’ll do something else soon.” A pause and then, “I think she did! I hope so.”