lifeaftr | It's time to party!

Who: Anyone!
What: After all the shit that went down in August and September and to help the newbies get settled, it's time for a party!
When: 26th October
Where: Outside the Denny
Warnings: Label any relevant warnings in your posts! Otherwise none that I can think of.

[It took a while to organise but it’s finally here! Outside the Denny is a warm fire with dragon meat and all sorts of other meat cooking on it. There is also food strewn on tables and various modern music in the background thanks to Michael’s phone.

Not only that but there are also games on a few separate tables provided by the Denny.

Feel free to bring your own food, drinks and games. Maybe you’re even helping cook some of the food yourself? Or you are keeping watch to make sure nobody causes any trouble! Or are you the person causing trouble yourself? ~~Of course, none of you would dare do that, would you? WOULD YOU????~~ Or are you having a dance? Or maybe you're that wallflower who is just sitting there drinking and refusing to talk to people? Either way, feel free to come up with your own prompts!]

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[YOU ARE CHALLENGED BY GREMLIN REN

The turn she does on the ball of her foot happens at such an incredible speed when her eyes focus on Guzma, that it's a wonder she didn't break the sound barrier. She knew he'd be here, somewhere. Just hadn't been able to track him down in the crowd until now.

Guzma could keep up with her-she doesn't have any doubts about that. Doesn't get why he would think otherwise, until she sees the food and drink beside him. That's probably more appealing to him than running around in a big circle, though she can't imagine why.

So she waves her arms in the air, rapidly moving them like she's trying to grab his attention, even though she's clearly got it. Then spins on her heel one, two, three whole times before-]

You can spin instead! We'll do that. You won't be slow.

[CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

If he wanted to, yes, he could indeed catch up to her easily. Guzma is built, fit, and with all the work he's been doing to stay busy and keep up his little home, he's pretty healthy to boot. A race would be nothing - not to mention he, uh...he has a bit of experience with running away from people, or after them if the situation calls. But no, he seems particularly fine with just letting himself digest and relax, because he so rarely gets a chance to do just that. It's nice to just...rest. Rest easily.

He watches her twirl, snickering behind the rim of a makeshift glass of...whatever this this. Probably some sort of fruit juice/cocktail - who knows? He doesn't, and nor does he care because it tastes good.]

Dang, I don't know I'm gonna top that, though. Lemme just-- [He sets his drink down, then stands, takes off his sunglasses and necklace, and approaches Ren.] Clear a space, darlin', I need room to move.

[He's a big guy, after all, and he's also grossly out of practice with his own version of "spinning".]

[Oh, she's got this. There's no chance she's going to spit on Guzma's good mood by doing anything other than what he says, so clear a space-

That's taken pretty literally, as she starts kicking some branches and leaves out of the area she had been spinning in. Stray rocks are picked up and tossed to the side, she flattens some dirt with the heel of her nasty bare foot and then spreads her arms to showcase her work.]

It's a whole space for you now!

[Now, he hasn't done this in a long time, and he really need a hard, lat surface to get it right, so Guzma checks his weight, the stability of the ground, and if there's really anything hindering him on his person as well. Nothing - that's good, because he doesn't wanna break anything i he takes a tumble.]

Haven't done this in a while but, let's give it a shot. [He stretches a bit, hops up and down on the balls of his feet for a second, then...flips. Yes, he flips, backwards, and lands - albeit with a slight wobble because he, uh...just ate. That's definitely a bit of a no-no after eating, but he's a fool first and a coward NEVER.

When he does land, without falling on his ass or back, Guzma whoops loudly.]

Yeah, I still got it!

[The stars align and he flips. It's so unexpected that she takes a few steps back, bending to sit on the ground, and then abruptly jumping up when he starts doing those little hops to mimic him and-

He flips and she's never seen that happen. The whoop is followed by an excitable, loud clap from the local neighborhood raccoon. She can't believe it and tries to bend her knees and rise up to pump herself up to copy him, knowing full well she's not going to try. That looks way too hard and also, she could crack her head. Terrible. She's not going to risk death for a flip.]

How did you do that? Can you do it again?

It's time to party!

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