tampered | First of Spring Party

When; Monday, March 21
Where; The Palace Gardens
Rating; No higher than PG? Just good clean fun for the whole family.
Characters;

primrosella and any of the ten million people she talks to! (Yes, this means you.)
Summary; It's Rosella's ~~Oh-Boy-I'm-A-Spinster~~ 20th birthday! And it wouldn't be a proper birthday without a party.
Log;

It only seems fitting, really, that a party celebrating the first day of spring (and, coincidentally, a girl named after a flower) should be held in a garden.

Tucked away from the omens and turmoil outside the Palace walls, the garden is perhaps best likened to a small spot of sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day. The decorations are simple, but tasteful: clusters of fresh flowers, white tablecloths, a garland or two for effect. To one side of the area sits a buffet table fairly covered in all sorts of treats and favors, with tea, coffee, and punch available as beverages; nearby, a scattering of tables and chairs wait at the ready for any guests interested in sitting down for a snack or a chat. For added effect, and to cater especially to those guests who, like Rosella, have a renowned sweet tooth, a handful of chocolate fountains also decorate the tables, each with its own small bowl of fruit and skewers at the ready.

On the other side of the garden, a portable dance floor waits for eager guests to put it to use. The music for the occasion is an eclectic mix, largely thanks to Sam Witwicky's influence (and the fact that the stereo and most of the CDs used to be his). There is, however, plenty of room nearby if a set of live performers should conveniently happen to appear; Rosella may not have planned for them, but as it turns out, Rosella's not the only one planning this party.

...Which is likely why a good-sized table seems to have miraculously appeared a short distance from the dance floor, gradually collecting colorfully-wrapped presents that could only be intended for a birthday, and why all of the simple, manageable preparations Rosella has made for this occasion mysteriously seem to have been cranked up to eleven. But whoever could be behind such a thing? How wonderfully strange.

Welcome, guests! Welcome, spring! And joyeux anniversaire, Rosella. ♥

[OOC: It's a birthday party! Feel free to assume you received an invitation if you've had basically any contact with Rosella before, and mingle, threadjack, shenanigize--tl;dr, have fun!]

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"What in the world could..." She trailed off, shaking her head again. "I'd better go see about it, anyway. Really, I wonder if there hasn't been some sort of mistake, I'm certain I didn't plan for all of this, did I?"

And with that, she set off for the gate, intent on discovering just what new complication had arrived for her to manage. (Little did she know.)

Cain, meanwhile, will set off to see the rest of the partygoers and conspirators, secretly sneakily slipping away (and likely dressing himself up a bit better as he goes, flower on his jacket and all--this is more of a party than she intended and it deserves to be treated as such).

Cain doesn't have long to wait, as it turns out; shortly thereafter, Rosella comes dashing back, recognition sparking in her eyes as the realization finally dawns. When she finally reaches him, she looks like she's wavering between righteous indignation and just breaking out into laughter.

"You did it, didn't you!" she exclaims, gesturing aimlessly with one hand as the smile she can't withhold any longer begins to appear on her face. "Are you the one behind all this?"

"The one behind it, Princess? No, not at all."

"The cake!" she insists, half looking like she's about to grab him by his lapels even as she tries to stifle her own laughter. "The rest of it might've been my own mistake, but I know I didn't make any plans for that! It was you, wasn't it?"

He'll play the innocent for as long as he can now. After all, he's not the only one behind it all.

"Well, they did stop me at the gate to ask for you, and to ask where it ought to be delivered. So, in that regard, that much was me, if that's what you mean."

If Rosella were, perhaps, slightly less flustered and pleased and surprised all at once, she might've noticed that technicality in the phrasing and hit upon it; as it is, she's busy being, well, flustered and pleased and surprised.

"And I didn't place an order for any cake," she repeats, her cheeks flushing a little. "Especially not a birthday cake. So who could've asked for such a thing, I wonder?"

"Well, if there's not a birthday today, then perhaps we'd do best to send it back. It is, as you've noticed, a birthday cake in particular."

"A birthday cake covered in roses, even. That does rather narrow down the possibilities of who it might be for."

"Yes, well, it does seem the sort of thing to have for a birthday that's to be celebrated in a garden."

Edited 2011-03-22 03:05 (UTC)

She glances down, still smiling, and then looks back up at him through her lashes. "I suppose I can't very well send it back, then, since it is the right thing for the occasion. Which means I'd best go find a free space on the table where they can put it, once they bring it in."

She pauses, hesitates a moment, and then leans in quickly to kiss his cheek. "You're absolutely insufferable, you know," she adds, before darting off in the direction of the gates once more.

So he's been found out. Whether she's unraveled the whole of the plot against her (more at "for" her), he isn't certain. But he knows, and she knows that he knows, and he knows that she knows that he knows, and with this much knowledge in the air, surely most everything is becoming clearer by the moment.

And he will forever aspire to being absolutely insufferable.

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sob I am all over the place with my verb tenses, sorry.

We'll call it "Postmodern" and everyone will think it's great

That is now my explanation and I'm sticking with it.

My work here is done.

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