Character Development Tea Party

[lorki]

Yes. I was bored enough to finally start it up. This is character development meaning it's random and awkward and completely not relevant to the actual RP. Moods can swing all around as practice demands, conversation and veer off where ever you may want it to go and length and description in post doesn't matter for diddley.

Don't worry about manners, post length, waiting on others for a reply or anything. Just do it, like Nike.

That being said here is the background story-
Soko, thirsting for acceptance and hoping to bring everyone together, has thrown a tea party. It is large and accommodating and although name cards were strategically and delicately placed about the table interaction between everyone is all but inevitable.

If you didn't receive an invitation you must be dead. Or REALLY ugly.

Hoping to quill any confrontation that may occur Soko also hired an NPC police squad. All weapons were kindly left out on the patio and a few friendly NPC police have joined the party to break up any fist fights... well, unless the fist fight is REALLY entertaining.

Now let the chaos Tea party begin!

[Tirael]

[[Well, jeeeeeeeeezzzz, nobody's getting in. Guess I'll start it. ><"]]

"Uhh...hello?" Tirael walked in uncertainly, hoping desperately he wasn't the first one there. If it was only him and Soko, he'd have to talk, which, knowing him, would go terribly, and things would just get even more awkward between them, and then he'd have to just give up on friendships and go live in a cave somewhere and oh god nobody else is here.

...this couldn't be right. The invitation specified an exact time, why would he be the only guest to arrive? Was Soko really that unpopular? Or did nobody like tea? As far as he knew, everybody either likes tea, or hasn't tried it.

Or...doesn't like it. What if he really was the only one here? He hadn't even found Soko yet... "Hello?" he called again, half-hoping nobody would answer and he could beat a hasty retreat, wait fifteen minutes, and come back in the hopes another guest had arrived. The notion of being 'fashionably late' hadn't occurred to him...

[Shor]

((Now, Tirael, don't be so quick to judge. . . But yeah, I just noticed this thread.))

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"Hello, Mr. Anderson. . ." A voice sounded from within the room.

A revolving chair, the kind often used to launch oneself across rooms and down hallways, spun slowly to reveal he who sat upon it. A familiar cane came to rest on the floor.

Lachlan had arrived.

. . . Well, no, he hadn't been invited. . . and no! He wasn't ugly. Matter of fact, he considered himself rather handsome. . . Oh, shut up. He'd committed pseudocide only weeks before so that his arrival at Soko's party would require that much more surprising an entrance. . . Yes, as a matter of fact, referencing a popular action movie not even remotely relevant to the Redwall universe is quite an entrance. . . Don't judge me! You probably don't even know what "pseudocide" means. . . No, it isn't a real word. . .

Lachie rather liked tea, and knowing how quickly Soko's vast store of it would disappear upon Tampa's arrival, he decided to show up so early that he'd actually been there when Soko sent out the invitations. The sea otter was determined to stay until the party actually began, no matter how many times he was asked to leave.

While Tirael might have been the kind to shy away from awkward encounters, Lachlan was nothing of the sort. Rather, he created them, and after seventeen seasons of practice, he was pretty certain that he could destroy this tea party within an hour, give or take four minutes.

He'd already rearranged the name cards on the table so that chaos would shortly ensue. Furthermore, a moment or three after greeting the healer, he made his way over to where Fern was to sit, thereupon seating himself.

[lorki]

"Oh for goodness sake, if you're too worried about picking up a tea kettle, get out of my kitchen!" Soko was not a fearsome beast, but some things she would not put up. Like an overly paranoid ferret that whined about being stuck out at the table with the 'creepy seer' and then whined about being in kitchen. The door to the kitchen swung open and Sleet was forcibly pushed through it. She poked her head out and smiled at Lachie and Tirael, "hello, there!" She said cheerily before disappearing again.

"Fine! I don't even like tea." The gray ferret snapped back at the closed door. Sleet turned her head to glance uneasily at the two otters, well, at least Tirael was there. Her eyes swept the table before seeing her name... placed conveniently between 'Lady Ryn' and 'Carwyn.' "Oh.... Thats not even funny," she growled, picking up all three little cards and pelting the paper pieces at Lachlan.

[Tirael]

"Hello, Mr. Anderson. . ."

"Who--" Tirael cut off the moment the chair swiveled enough to reveal its occupant. Of course, the one guest who just happened to be there had to be the one who enjoyed manipulating others for idiotic fun. This little chair trick was just the start, for sure.

Fortunately, he was so out of the loop in gossip (as usual) to not have heard of Lachlan's supposed death. Instead of stuttering and stammering about how Lachie had miraculously risen from the grave to grace them all with his half-handicapped presence, he just rolled his eyes and muttered, "It is way too early in the party for this..." As Lachie crossed over to the table, Tirael figured he might as well find his placecard, too, and began circling about, scanning each one to find his name.

The opening of a door nearby distracted him, and he glanced up in alarm; having the awkward silence suddenly exploded upon by such noise was unnerving, especially for someone as high-strung as him. A short, gray-furred blur burst out of the kitchen, and before he could see who it was, a different face popped out.

"Hello, there!"

Holding up one paw in a half-hearted, uncomfortable greeting, Tirael returned his attention to the grumbling kitchen reject. Sleet! he thought with a small burst of hope. With any luck, she could keep a lid on Lachie and prevent this from being completely awkward, at least until more guests arrived.

"Oh.... Thats not even funny."

Eyes narrowed slightly, Tirael finally realized why all the namecards had been placed so strangely. "You messed with the seating?" he asked Lachie chidingly. "It's a wonder anyone would even invite you in the first place..."

[Treble Tiderunner]

Fern knocked on the door for the third time. Hearing a sort of impatient mumble, she looked sharply to her side, where Tampa was standing. Initially calm and patient, the older and taller ottermaid sprang back into action, incapable of staying still long.

“Halloooo th’ house!” Tampa pounded vigorously on the door, once, twice. Quite the opposite of Fern’s more timid knocks. “C’mon then, Fern.” She put her paw to the handle, finding it unlocked, and entered the house with her characteristic energy and lack of tack. “Tirael!” She spotted her brother and was at his side, chattering about some inconsequential matter as she took in the rest of the room.

Fern entered more slowly, the presence of Lachie didn’t surprise her, as she’d never seen him before in her life. But a certain way he held himself and the mischief in his eyes gave her the distinct feeling that he was a diabolical version of Tampa. She eyed him cautiously and gave Sleet a wide berth. The ferret seemed to be intent on the flinging about of pieces of paper, who knew but what she would throw something heavier next?

[Shor]

Lachlan swatted away the pieces of paper being thrown at him with his cane, narrowly avoiding the various fragile glasses and utensils resting upon the tabletop. He was distracted only when the healer spoke up.

"You messed with the seating?" he chided. Chider.

Lachie shook his head innocently. He followed up by pointing an accusing paw at Sleet.

"It's a wonder anyone would even invite you in the first place..."

Offended, he crossed his arms, and shifted in his chair so as to turn away from Tirael in contempt. But Lachlan, in all of his compulsion to act slightly above ridiculous, picked up the nearest wooden ladle, and flung it at Tirael. The otter proceeded to correct his previously sloppy posture, and fold his paws politely before him on the table.

He'd noticed Tampa's and Fern's arrivals -- it was difficult to miss, but for the moment, he could do nothing more than look innocent for when Tirael accused him of throwing a kitchen utensil in said healer's direction.

[Tirael]

Tirael rolled his eyes as Lachie just ignored him. Was there anyone who actually listened to him? Then again, considering that many of those who didn't preferred to tie him up and toss him in a dungeon, maybe it wasn't so bad to ignore him. The ladle-flinging was a bit unpleasant, though, and despite a timely duck, the handle of the ladle still grazed his head.

Ugh...Lachie...

Though of course he would never admit if afterward (he wanted to at least pretend he was more mature), Tirael's very first impulse was to grab one of the chairs at the table, swing it across the table and watch it knock Lachie into the opposite wall. He could almost hear the cups and plates smashing, but instead he heard the door opening and others walking in. That was not what he wanted right now; if he was going to kill Lachie, he didn't want any witnesses.

Fortunately, it happened to be Tampa and Fern--anybody else and he would have gone at it anyways. Instead, he pasted a grin on his face and greeted them. Tam began chattering right off, and he nodded distractedly and glanced over at Fern. She looked nice today...with any luck, that would distract from Lachie.

Ugh...Lachie.

[lorki]

"It's a wonder anyone would even invite you in the first place..."

Sleet's ears flicked back, pressed lightly on the top of her skull while her dark eyes narrowed. She considered a reaction, while most of her felt the need to tuck her body down, grip the edge of the table and fling the entire thing over on to the otter... she knew better... Not that Soko would do much. Still, Tirael was quick to ignore the ladle flinging, cane swinging creature. Sleets patience ran much thinner, but before she could come to a resolution on just how to react the door opened- loudly, and two more walked in.

A sigh escaped her, it was turning into a gathering of otters... Why was she invited? Hell, why did she come? And now she felt stuck awkwardly between the obnoxious Lachlan and Tirael- who was staring dumbly at one of the newcomers. Oh for goodness sake...

Before Sleets disgust could increase any further than it already had, the small sable busted her way through the kitchen door to dump a platter of sandwiches on the table. Soko glanced over the newcomers, smiling, although her fur stuck out at odd angled and overall she looked a bit frazzled. "Tampa!" She greeted excitedly, waving a paw excited, "Fern! good to see you!" And before much else could be said the over enthusiastic little creature ducked away again.

Sleet maintained a glower.