Super Duper Borgia Party

[preformthisneigh]

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!]]

Comments

[ensorceler]

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

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

[preformthisneigh]

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

[ensorceler]

Destiny.

[preformthisneigh]

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.

[ensorceler]

[ 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.

[preformthisneigh]

[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.

[ensorceler]

Are there others of your kind here?

[preformthisneigh]

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

[ensorceler]

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

[preformthisneigh]

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.

[ensorceler]

[ 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.

[preformthisneigh]

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.

[ensorceler]

[ 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.

[preformthisneigh]

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

[ensorceler]

[ That is a funny name, though she doesn't really know what a sandwich is so that part of the name she clings to. Less odd than Cheese. ]

A delight to know the name of such a fascinating [ She almost says soul, but animals don't have souls! ] individual. I am Anne Boleyn. I hope we meet again.

[preformthisneigh]

[ Rude he so does have a soul. ]

I'm sure we will, it's great to meet you, Anne!

[ensorceler]

[ She thinks of correcting how he addresses her, but thinks better of it. It might feel too weird to have a pony call her Queen. Or it's just too weird having to introduce herself further. She's quick but as polite as can be to nod and then hurry (gracefully to the refreshments. There isn't enough alcohol anywhere to erase this strange memory. ]