The Boards, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

It hadn't been hard to find the place, since the address was on the invitation. It seemed to be some kind of theater, though, and once they got there…

Hannibal shrugged. "Do we just go in?"

His companion, the lanky bloke in the leather bandages up to his nose, shrugged right on back and looked down at his invitation. This did match the address, so, he supposed...? Oh, to hell with it. He was reaching out and pulling the door open, holding it for Hannibal to step inside.

He would have whistled, were he able, when he saw the layout of the place through the door beyond the lobby. Somebody had gone all-out with the decorating.

"Whoever they are, it looks very nice," Hannibal said. He left the door open behind them and stepped in further. "Hello?" he called out. "Is there anybody here?"

Silence. Nobody home, and silence. Jono furrowed his eyebrows, and then reached over to flick on the lights. Then, seeing no reason to really not, he wandered further inside and started sort of poking around. If they were in the wrong place, which he doubted, then so be it. Ooo, an office. With a nameplate that matched one of the grooms. Nothing really rang a bell when he looked inside, though. Stacks of paperwork, mostly. Some scripts, too, from the look of things. A long coat hung up on a peg on the wall that looked a bit like it could be fashioned into a large tent in case of emergency. A lot of it had gathered some dust.

He shrugged and then moved along, flicking on more lights as they went.

And that was about the moment he located the bar.

Hannibal, meanwhile, went into the auditorium, which had been similarly decorated, and was in no doubt they were in the right place. It looked like a lovely wedding, except for the lack of people.

He hopped up on the stage and looked around there, too - there wasn't much but the curtains and a backstage area that looked like this place was probably usually used for plays.

He headed the other direction, back to where crew would usually be, and found the restrooms, some prop rooms, and a decent-sized kitchen. Or at least, a place with counters and coffee machines, a lone microwave, and a very large refrigerator.

Which...seemed to be full of food decorated like the wedding. "I found the reception!" he called out. "The cold bits, anyway."

Those bits were the important bits, weren't they? Jono seemed to think so. After all, he was now making his way there with a case of alcohol tucked under either arm and a somewhat victorious look in his eye. His partner here might have found the cold bits, but he had found the booze.

That he couldn't drink. Details. So far as he was concerned, they'd found all the important parts of the party!

Hannibal looked over as he came in and grinned at the cases. "We should put this all out somewhere, in case the grooms show up." That was what friends did, wasn't it?

Jono couldn't sign a reply. Not with his arms full like they were. But he did give a smile - it was mostly in his eyes - and an emphatic nod of agreement.

Friends didn't let friends get married sober. Clearly.


[OOC: The wedding isn't happening, but anyone who has an invitation, hears the party, or is just wandering curiously is welcome to stop by for the party! If you do still have your memory, please DO NOT remind the grooms who they are. Please wait for OCD. OCD is up!]

Comments

Arrive! Mingle!

[sharp_as_knives]

Show up and see if you know anybody or anybody knows you!

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[crimson_sister]

Lucille (not that she knew that was her name) had found an invitation. She had had no luck yesterday in finding anyone who remembered her name, and the only one who had known what she was called had found it in her diary.

So she arrived, a little confused.

"Hello?"

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Hello!" Hannibal called out. Then eyed her curiously, wondering about her clothes. "Welcome to whoever's wedding this is; we're hoping they'll show up and know what's going on."

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[crimson_sister]

"I hope it's not me," she said. "I would prefer to remember who I am expected to marry. But I don't remember who I am, and it's quite frustrating. Do you remember who you are?"

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante'd heard noise, and he was hungry - whatever snacks had been in the bubblehut had been sadly depleted.

"Is there any food in here?" he called. "I'm starving!"

That may have been an exaggeration.

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Quite a bit of it!" Hannibal called back. "Come in!"

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[rebelseekspizza]

"Awesome," Dante said, trudging into the building with absolutely nothing of his usual sort-of-hidden suspicion. "You guys throwing some kind of party? Not a bad idea."

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[crimson_sister]

Beggars were usually less loud, or perhaps she was mistaken. "I don't think whoever is getting married would object to feeding the hungry," she said.

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[rebelseekspizza]

"Pretty nice of them," Dante said. He grinned at Lucille. "Hey, pretty girl. I'd ask your name, but well, fuck, I don't think anybody's sure of that."

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[furnaceface]

Jono - who still didn't remember his name was Jono - was in a bloody good mood. He'd located the sound system, basically the sound system of his dreams, and was thrilled to realize that he already knew his way around it and there was an excellent selection of music, perfect for dancing or just mingling to, waiting to be explored.

So, that was what he was doing. And attempting to play a decent mix of a little bit of everything as he did so. He wouldn't want to take too many liberties at some other guy's.... maybe a wedding?

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[era_two_triangle]

Last night had been a long, eventful night, full of four-legged scampering through the flowers and a run in with a pack of confused little green creatures who had been appropriately awed by the green tetrahedron's superior height, verdant hue, and chomping skills.

... Yes, she had bitten a gremlin in order to prove that they really had nothing on her. Yes, there was now a pack of a half-dozen of them, following her around like she was their queen. Which she had decided was a funny word, and she enjoyed the adulation, so the little green thing would allow it.

Of course, her subjects had gotten hungry, and so, in search of a meal to appease them with - not that she knew what a meal was - she'd marched them into one of the many structures on this planetoid in search of something that would satiate them. Upon opening the door, she looked quite pleased with herself indeed when her minions gave little warbles of joy and then scattered in search of cake.

Whatever that was.

"I," all three-foot-nothing of Peridot declared, "am the best gremlin queen."

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[notamascot]

She was wandering about - no way was she going back to that scary underwater bubble thing, thank you very much! - and heard voices so she wandered in the building.

Might as well, right?

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[sharp_as_knives]

"Hello!" Hannibal said, waving. "Come in! We're having a party, waiting for the hosts to show up."

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[notamascot]

"Oh, I should probably go then," Kaylin said nervously. "Don't you have to be invited to parties?"

Eat! BYOB/P(izza)/W(hatever)! Wait to see if grooms turn up!

[sharp_as_knives]

In the kitchen they've found mini asparagus and gruyere tarts, tiny yorkshire puddings, lavender and earl grey scones, a Lithuanian šakotis, cream-stuffed strawberries, and a really lovely cake, to start with.

Re: Eat! BYOB/P(izza)/W(hatever)! Wait to see if grooms turn up!

[crimson_sister]

The food looked delicious, and for a moment she forgot about not knowing her name. She filled a plate with a little bit of everything, including cake, and sat down to eat.

It tasted just as delicious as it looked.

Re: Eat! BYOB/P(izza)/W(hatever)! Wait to see if grooms turn up!

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was starving, so he was digging into anything that looked like it was edible.

... Starting with the cake.

Re: Eat! BYOB/P(izza)/W(hatever)! Wait to see if grooms turn up!

[notamascot]

Oh, food! Food as always wonderful! And this stuff smelled particularly good.

She might not have had the best of manners eating it, but she sure was enjoying it!

Party games!

[sharp_as_knives]

Threads below for a few, or think up and add your own!

<s>I Never</s> I Think I Wouldn't

[sharp_as_knives]

Ask questions! Drink if you think you ever have or think you might!

Re: <s>I Never</s> I Think I Wouldn't

[sharp_as_knives]

It seemed apropos, so Hannibal started with, "I've think I haven't been married."

Then drank. He seemed to have a daughter, so he'd probably been married at some point?

Re: <s>I Never</s> I Think I Wouldn't

[crimson_sister]

"I think I have never been to a wedding before," Lucille said, then drank. She was enjoying this, even if whoever was getting married hadn't showed up, so she hoped that she had been to many.

Poker

[sharp_as_knives]

Someone's managed to scrounge up a deck of cards (possibly missing one or two), and there's a game of poker going on!

If anyone can remember the exact rules.

Play dress-up

[sharp_as_knives]

What? There's a whole room of costumes. Do stuff with it!

OOC!

[sharp_as_knives]

For anything we (as opposed to they) might have forgotten!