Arms Hotel, Suite of Handwavyness, Saturday Evening and into the Night

[anarchist_queen]

Wiseguy told Leda and Leda handwavily to her friends, and then just as handwavily decided what the hell and sent out a mass e-mail about the party in Wiseguy's suite, so that introductions and such could be made.

There was no Peca in sight, but ther was booze, non-booze, and Mad River Water, and Elven Wine. Both very potent and happy inducing, but beware the hangover as certain folks could testify.

Also there was food. Chinese and Mexican. Maybe pizza later.

[Open to all! No we will not be trashing the suite! I am at work so I will have to ping Leda's visitors in later (unless I remember their password). SP is teh love. IMPORTANT NOTE: One of Leda's visitors hates you all. Seriously to Crystaviel all non-Elves are like insects, and you know how some people feel about insects. She will not be letting on though, and she has shields up so you empaths and psychics couldn't be able to tell. She might come across as a bit snobby of course, but no more so than any spoiled rich popular high schooler.

Comments

[b-town-girls.livejournal.com]

"Leda has this thing where she thinks it's funny to animate anthropomorphic baked goods."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"So she does this often? Make anniedorky things?"

[b-town-girls.livejournal.com]

Crystaviel knew Leda was soft hearted and tended to make friends with those far beneath her, but this one took the cake.

"I've heard she did it with animal crackers and gingerbread men." When she was stoned on Peca anyway.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack got a very evil smile. "I'll have to ask her to do that one day." Possibly when they were both very drunk and would think that self-mobile baked goods would be a good thing.