MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S PARTY

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When; Evening, Sunday 21 June
Rating; PG
Characters; EVERYONE~
Summary; one not-so-summery midsummer's night.
Log;

You could call it being hard-headed, but Blair much preferred committed. They did set it to be this date, after all, and the next day would not be midsummer's day anymore. Besides, no one could tell when the snowstorm would end.

For the not-so-brave, there has been a tent set up on the side, all fitted with heaters on full blast. Stand in the heat, down your sangria and pretend it really was summer. But for the more adventurous ones, most of the revelry was still happening outside. The storm had subsided by the day before, and the blanket of snow looked festive enough by itself. Where else could you have a snow party in the middle of summer?

The play had just finished, with great success of course, and the people were now dispersing amongst themselves, eating and chattering. Blair, now with a checklist in hand, was standing by the corner, deep in one thought or another.

Long tables decked out with hearty foods has been set up, and yellow fairy lights lined the snow-laden trees. Under a great tree, a group of musicians were playing a rural dance song, but no one was dancing yet. It could be because of the corsets. The guests were mostly dressed in period garb, complete with large hats and puffy sleeves. Truly, if it were not for the speech, Shakespeare would have felt right at home.

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POST-PLAY FOR THE ACTORS || rofl i am always late HI GAIZ

[winewomenand]

Robin hadn't decided to join the production because he was an actor by profession-- although certainly one by very nature. Nor had he decided to do so because he was particularly an artistic person, simply a patron of the arts, especially the visual ones. The simple truth was that Robin was an egotist, and that meant he enjoyed praise, eyes on him, and seeing himself on stage-- twice, in this case. As he'd once said, it was as if the city had been throwing him a welcoming party, the coincidental timing of the production. He'd played Nick Bottom for the delightful irony, because Goodfellow also enjoyed that.

Now that the play was all over and done with, he was in a very good mood, a very self-satisfied mood, which meant for Robin reasonably good behavior as well as the energy of a creature who treated caffeine as not a sometimes indulgence but a living religion. Still mostly in his costume, he approached Neil with an addition-- an armful of at least three dozen, closer to four dozen, pale green roses.

One tucked its way into the crown on Neil's head, before Robin offered the whole floral mess to him with a dip of a bow. Despite himself being very much on his mind at the moment, Niko Leandros being on his mind at the moment, as were Neil and Todd-- that curse, it hadn't gone unnoticed to the puck.

"For the real leading man. Kallistēi!. Share them out as you wish. Shrewd work and brave art."

POST-PLAY FOR THE ACTORS || fashionably late obvsly

[had_not_lived]

The play had been a welcome for both of them, in different ways. As strange as the prospect of portraying someone he was actually on stage with had been, in practice, Neil hadn't been nearly as bothered as he'd expected. Robin's egotism was boundless, but it was also (generally) a charming sort; and if it didn't bother him to be played, it surely shouldn't bother the player.

He accepted the pile of roses with a laugh, fumbling a little to keep those on the edge from falling out of his grasp, still beaming. "Thank you!" Those would be shared out, of course, amongst all the other players before they dispersed; but he appreciated the gesture, deeply.

"You were fantastic yourself," the boy added cheerily. Hardly unexpected, but credit where credit is due! And Neil was full of nothing but praise for his fellows, tonight.