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[analyzing]

Who: Everyone! New Feathers especially.
What: New Feather welcome party!
When: Thursday, 5 pm.
Where: Battle Dome
Summary: IT'S A SUMMER PARTY
Rating: Worksafe, I reckon!
It's cold out there today, isn't it? Sure, it's not snowing but once you get into the Battle Dome, it'll be comfortably warmer. Warmer, not warm. Follow the tiny paper arrows and you'll probably find yourself in, well...summer!

It certainly looks convincing enough (a pool, a volleyball court, deck chairs, everything that you'd think you'd find at a pool party) and feels convincing enough (take off that coat! Aren't you hot?) so why not not step in? The barbecue's sizzling and there's some nice cold drinks at the cooler.

C'mon in, the water's awesome!

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"A Midsummer Night's...musical?" For a moment Adele stares at Ginia, utterly dumbfounded by this concept. A ballet of it, she'd seen. The play, a book, one or two film adaptations, but a musical? The very idea makes her shoulders tremble and eyes well up with tears for laughing. It's high and bright and the years just melt off of her like this, the echo of the woman she'd been shining through.

[shadedsunlight]

Yes, they made it a musical of sorts. Laugh as you will, but it'd been a beautiful production, very elegant and true to form. With Frederic writing the music, it had to have been wonderful. Still, Ginia can't help but chuckle along because she knows how absurd it must sound.

"Yes, that's correct, and it was amazing, so there."

[fleurdesel]

"...such a mature way to end your argument Ginia." Adele's still snickering, unable to attempt any semblance of a glare at all.

[shadedsunlight]

"I'm lounging on a beach chair by a pool and I'm enjoying a delicious hamburger. I can't bother with maturity right now."

[fleurdesel]

"We are all entitled to frivolity when we're at informal gatherings, are we not?"