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[analyzing]

Who: Everyone. New Feathers! Old Feathers...?
What: New Feather welcome party.
When: 18th, 6 pm onwards.
Where: Welcome Centre.
Summary: This is a party. There's food and games (if you like) but the idea behind it is basically to mingle mingle mingle. Maybe make a new friend/enemy/frenemy or two?
Rating: G-PG 13 at most? There might be kids in these things, man.

The all-day rain outside makes the entire atmosphere a little drippy, a little wet, a little miserable. But rain or not, the party must go on! Or at least, so the saying goes.

It's a cosy little setup-- food, warm drinks, tables and chairs to lounge around in. So come on in, dry yourself off, have some fun. Why the hell not? The weather outside is frightful.

Comments

[its_storytime]

[Ancestors, Adele, stop buttering him up you're making him blush !!]

Ohhh, stop. You're making me blush. [See?!]

[fleurdesel]

[It's a well known fact: Keep the narrator happy? You end up portrayed in a positive light. She's hedging her bets just a little here.]

A LeBlanc does not engage in idle flattery, Varric. We compliment things as we see them, and what we state is a fact.

[its_storytime]

[Ohh he is so having fun with her right now.]

Is that right? So if you said, "The sky is green." It would happen? That's not a half-bad power to have.

[fleurdesel]

We compliment things as we see them. The sky is not, in fact, green; nor is it particularly noteworthy or deserving of a compliment. Now should the sky ever do something remarkable or otherwise worthy of a compliment, then I might. And then it would be true.

[She is onto you Varric. And still terribly amused.]