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duskofthegods2018-01-08 07:44 pm
sybaritic) wrote in duskofthegods2018-01-08 07:44 pm
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[ In a temple that closely resembles every introvert's worst nightmare (i.e. one all strewn with like, glitter and thumping bass and what appears to be an orgy off to the left), there is sprawled a curly haired giant of a man, wearing like, an an actual fucking crown and royal regalia. This is not his fault, he showed up like this. His chin is propped on the heel of one hand, but now he lifts it to wave said hand expansively, several rings catching the light like they were designed to be ludicrously dramatic (they were). ]
Sooooooo--I'm thinking now that we're all so much less likely to die at the drop of a common cold or starve to death after the canned tuna runs out-- [ a pause, also for ludicrous drama. geoffrey tennant, eat your heart out. or give eliot your number, whichever works. ]
I'm thinking we party. [ One long forefinger stabs the air, like he will make his point by force if he must! oh. wait, no, that's just so he can show off how the end is now percolating with light like a sparkler. ]
Food and medicine and the return of civilization as we know it are things to celebrate, people. Plus these poor bastards have been mired in despair for fuck knows how long, and our job should be to give them just the teensiest eeniest iota of hope.
[ oh no, does he sound like he actually cares about something? shit. ]
Now. As you can see we're not exactly overflowing with resources here.
[ seriously, a party this size would embarrass him at brakebills. ]
So I, Eliot, god of revelry, need your help to bring whatever you can to this spectacular table. Food, entertainment, music ... what do you want to see at a party?
[ The shiniest smile ever, after which he reaches casually for a glass of water on a little dias next to the throne, and makes a series of elaborate finger contortions over it. It fucking turns to wine, because of course it fucking does. ]
I've got drinks covered.
Sooooooo--I'm thinking now that we're all so much less likely to die at the drop of a common cold or starve to death after the canned tuna runs out-- [ a pause, also for ludicrous drama. geoffrey tennant, eat your heart out. or give eliot your number, whichever works. ]
I'm thinking we party. [ One long forefinger stabs the air, like he will make his point by force if he must! oh. wait, no, that's just so he can show off how the end is now percolating with light like a sparkler. ]
Food and medicine and the return of civilization as we know it are things to celebrate, people. Plus these poor bastards have been mired in despair for fuck knows how long, and our job should be to give them just the teensiest eeniest iota of hope.
[ oh no, does he sound like he actually cares about something? shit. ]
Now. As you can see we're not exactly overflowing with resources here.
[ seriously, a party this size would embarrass him at brakebills. ]
So I, Eliot, god of revelry, need your help to bring whatever you can to this spectacular table. Food, entertainment, music ... what do you want to see at a party?
[ The shiniest smile ever, after which he reaches casually for a glass of water on a little dias next to the throne, and makes a series of elaborate finger contortions over it. It fucking turns to wine, because of course it fucking does. ]
I've got drinks covered.
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Well, I'm still quarantined in the temple, so I can't make it. Tragic.
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[Look, Alex has priorities.]
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Who's this again? Where am I going?
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Is there anything I can provide for you, however? If it helps you all enjoy yourselves here - well, there are positive aspects of recreation and celebration which much be taken into account. I would certainly like to encourage you all.