paradisalogs | Super Duper Borgia Party

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: Lucrezia's Birthday Party
When: 18th April - Nighttime
Where: The Grand Hall
Rating: It's a party thrown by a pony for a Borgia, I don't think such a rating exists.

[Cheese had made Lucrezia a promise, and by Cheddar, he was going to follow through on it. Of course, as experienced a party planner he was, he'd never worked his craft in a magical castle before. Still, he had his pride as the best of the best (bar one) on the line, and he wasn't about to quit over schematics.

He'd waited until he was sure the Discord-esque spiral nonesense was over and done with, then carefully sent invitations to the entire castle. He wasn't sure who Lucrezia's friends were, so he figured if he sent an invite to everyone, they'd choose to come of their own accord. The people living outside of the castle were another matter, a hastily left journal message would have to suffice. The invite was surprisingly elegant, for someone who could only draw with his mouth, giving the time and place, and reminding them they should probably at least try to bring a gift. Don't be a jerk, now.]

[[Mingling | Food | Bar | Games | Dance Floor | Wallfowers - Or make your own!]]

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[At least that's a deduction Cheese is getting used to being aimed at him. He beams, nodding.]

Sure is! I'm a professional party pony. I do this kind of thing all the time back home.

[ Party pony... How...cute. Anne tries not to stare too much, but a little horse in clothes chatting about parties should be beyond any monarch. ]

You say you are normally an animal?

[She' doing well with it, really.]

Well, I'm normally a pony. Animals don't talk. [Yes, apparently there are regular animals in this crazy pony world, go figure.] My world is full of talking ponies.

[ Oh now how she wishes she had a drink in hand. But then she might say something foolish. Is this really a Borgia party?

Which begs another question. ]

Yes, a distinction...I will take a care to make in the future. Then you are owned by Lucrezia Borgia?

[Anne you can't just ask a pony if they're owned by someone.]

I...no. I'm not owned by anypony, because that's called slavery and is frowned upon. I'm my own pony, I'm just throwing this party because Lucrezia hired me to run it.

[ She can and she did! Not that the answer is any less strange than what she was expecting. 'Anypony'. At least she can fall back to standard conversational charms while recovering from her shock. ]

To hire a pony... That must hail from a fascinating story. However did you meet the Lady Lucrezia?

Oh, I heard her talking about the... weird horses in the horse prison on the grounds. We got to talking, I told her what I do, and she asked for my help. Before you know it, I'm throwing my first ever human party.

[ So Lucrezia asked for a big party to celebrate her birthday. How positively self-absorbed... But then Anne isn't used to such fanfare thrown simply for birthdays. She tries to remind herself that Lucrezia is young, and of course she's spoiled, living the life she once did. How far can Anne judge?

She instead just focuses on this horse--pony--and what it's saying. It. He. Whatever. She should dismiss this talking animal as the work of the devil, but wouldn't everything here be the same? ]

How very lucky she is. It is a beautiful party.

...Horse prison? Do you mean the stables?

Thanks! I love what I do.

[The devil horse nods]

I think that's what they call it. It's pretty dreadful but those horses don't seem to mind. It's creepy.

They are well kept. You need not worry for them. Mayhap you are of a special nature, but I trust you to understand that horses do not carry such a brand of intelligence. To allow them to be free would mean we would lose our transport.

That's what I keep hearing. [He doesn't seem convinced. ]

But I guess things are different in different worlds. We have trains, where I come from. Carriages too, but carriage ponies are paid to do that.

[ She has no idea what a train is...the way he's saying it. ]

And you are paid...to create celebrations. How strange.

Well, sometimes. But I also do it for free. You can't put a price on destiny, and stuff.

Destiny.

Uh huh. [He points to the accordion-come-grilled-cheese marking on his haunches. ]

Everypony has a special role in life, when we discover what it is, we get our cutie marks. I know mine's kinda abstract, but some of them are.

[ She's imagining a bunch of horses getting tattoos now. ]

I suppose it is a blessing to know one's place. Mayhap Paradisa will become more jovial now that you live within it's walls.

[Magical butt tattoos.]

It sure is! And I really hope so too, I'll do my best to make sure nopony... or nohuman is ever sad for long here.

Are there others of your kind here?

No, but apparently they've been here in the past. I don't mind, though, I'm used to being on my own.

That speaks of little sense for one who enjoys parties so.

I've just lived alone a long time, is all. I'm a drifter, y'see, I travel from place to place. As soon as I've finished one party, another already needs me, so I head off down the road.

[It's only a partial lie, more an omission of certain truths. He points to the rubber chicken, sitting on a cushion with a drink in front of it.]

But I have Boneless 2 for company, so its ok.

[ This is so laughable it's disgusting. She really needs alcohol now. If a dead or fake animal can have something to drink, why can't she? She sure hopes there's wine, at least, or ale, and starts heading to where the food is. ]

Mayhap I will follow the example of your...friend, and find myself some drink.

Boneless 2 knows how to have a good time.]

Good idea, I made sure to wish for all kinds of drinks, so something you like should be there.

[ She pauses. ]

I cannot part ways without first knowing the name of the...pony...that set forth this celebration, and thanking him for such festivities.

The name's Cheese Sandwich, it's a real pleasure.

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