GRAND RELAUNCH BARBECUE

[heloise]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Awesomeness Committee BBQ party
When: Saturday, July 6
Where: Castle lawn and pool


So many days into summer and not a single pool party yet! Today castle residents may hear some noise wafting from the lawn and pool along with that distinct smell of the barbecue roaring. Oh yeaaah, Barney Stinson's got you covered, Paradisa!

The lawn area has been decked out all in colors, with the grills to one side and the chocolate fountain to another. For those more inclined to chill out and soak up the sun, there are picnic rugs rolled out on the green grass among any kind of game you could wish for. The pool itself has a few floating beds thrown in and all sorts of toys, with a changing tent set up just nearby for anyone who decides they want to get wet and wild after all!

All the fun is for forgetting recent horrors the residents have been through. So once the sun goes down, there will be a time to write down all unpleasantness, and set it to fire. But be careful not to stay out too late; the Castle may have a different idea of Cinderella once midnight strikes.


THE BARBECUE | LAWN AREA | THE POOL | PAPER LANTERNS

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[birdorcage]

[She pecks Lucrezia's cheek back, a little clumsily since she's not used to it, but happily nonetheless.]

No, I mean everything.

[heloise]

[ The sentiment counts! ]

Did you dance? Too few, if any, did.

[birdorcage]

No, not yet. It's hard to stay away from the water for too long.

[heloise]

[ She moves to link her arm with Elizabeth's and lead her back to where the lanterns are. Better distract her. ]

This would be worth the time away from the pool however.

[birdorcage]

[It works! She gazes at the lanterns.]

What are these for?

[heloise]

To light up then let go. For wishes.

[birdorcage]

Oh... did you make one, Lucrezia?

[She takes a lantern, looking it over. What would she wish for?]

[heloise]

Not yet.

[ And she fetches a few matches and a pen for Elizabeth. ]

[birdorcage]

What would you wish for?

[heloise]

My brother.

Will you wish for Paris?

[birdorcage]

Cesare Borgia. [Books said they were close, that much she remembers. Elizabeth doesn't have any siblings, or anyone she sees as a sibling. Songbird was her only friend, and that was long ago.

Well. Maybe she had another friend.]

The man I was with, before I came here. Booker DeWitt.

[What would he do in Paradisa?]

[heloise]

[ There's a twinge of irritation there that she would utter his name so lightly, but that is silly so she brushes it away and resorts to a mischievous smile instead. ]

Tell me about this Booker.

[birdorcage]

He helped me escape my tower. He's a--unique man, but... I find myself missing him, now and then.

[heloise]

[ Ooh Elizabeth ooh. ]

Unique how?

[birdorcage]

Rough around the edges, I suppose you could say. He's a brave, smart man, undoubtedly. [Just kills a lot.]

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia just giggles to herself. ]

He is dear to you then?

[birdorcage]

[She makes a bit of a face. Dear? He lied to her, but he did save her. More than once.]

He's someone I'd like to see again.

[heloise]

[ She gives her the pen. ]

For good or for evil?

[birdorcage]

[She takes the pen.]

Regardless of good or evil.

[She writes "Booker DeWitt" on the lantern. That should be enough. The man may not live in a tower, but he had things he wanted to escape, too.]

[heloise]

That sounds like marriage.

[birdorcage]

I don't think he'd be the type I'd like to marry.

[heloise]

[ She giggles. ]

No man is the type I would like to marry.

[birdorcage]

[How many marriages did she go through? She never thought to read more about the Borgia family, because she never thought she'd actually meet one of them. Such regrets.]

Are you sure? There are many men out in the world.

[heloise]

[ Just one, for now. ]

Marriage is the evil. Why should I allow anyone to own me?

[birdorcage]

[Elizabeth shrugs.]

I wouldn't see it as that. But I've never seen a real marriage, so perhaps I'm not one to say anything about it.

[Whatever her parents had wasn't a fairy tale, and Booker lost his wife, didn't he?]