Subject: THANKS, GUYS!
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Posted on: 2010-06-12 20:14:00 UTC

I had a very nice day with a good dinner and cake in it. ^_^

As for the party...

Neshomeh greeted each guest as they arrived and amassed quite an impressive pile of gifts and extra food. She had no idea what the "riding quirt" was, but figured that you never know what might come in handy some day, and added it to the stack. Other archivists occasionally wandered by to complain about the raucous New Age music, but they were placated with free food and drinks and either joined the festivities or went away.

As the night wore on, Neshomeh, being introverted and almost reclusive in person, gradually retreated into the background and let the party carry on by itself. Since parties are often acknowledged as fully sentient, independent entities, it came as no surprise that it did so without a problem.

Bleeprum was quaffed in mass quantities. Agent Earwig hadn't been told about the party--he was sure an invitation was sent, of course, but it must have gotten lost, and it would be rude to seem to have forgotten--but he turned up in the middle of it anyway and made up for being without a gift by providing a very nice set of kitchen implements that had fallen into his pockets. Agent Derik kept an eye on him after that and made sure to frisk him at intervals.

Agent Ilraen, who had arrived in human morph for the sake of space, had to be restrained from scientifically sampling all the food, since the sample sizes required would have put a serious dent in the supplies. However, this was forgotten when Agent Barid, the seven-foot blue Troll, took advantage of the space now empty of profiteroles to get up and dance on the table, clad only in pants and a wide-brimmed purple hat. He claimed to have only drunk the punch, but this had been left unattended since its arrival and was viewed with suspicion by everyone. This did not stop them from drinking it.

Finally, when all the food was gone, people wandered back to their own RCs or, as fate would have it, to random closets, other people's RCs, or the space under the table.

Yes, Neshomeh decided as Arasgorn the mini-Aragog carted the last of them away in a roll of spider-silk: it had been a good day.

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Feel free to fill in what happened to your agents if you like. {= )

~Neshomeh

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