asgardmeridiem | A very merry undeathday to you (and me)

Who: Scott/Stiles + Everyone in this bar
What: A Wake/Undeathday party
When: 310
Where: The Roadhouse
Rating: Tentatively putting up an R merely for language and whatever else anyone might get up to.

Anyone affiliated with Scott, Stiles, or possibly more due to glitches and/or random oopsies will wake up with this in their inbox.

The back reads: Come celebrate the fact that we're not dead. Anymore. There will be food, drink, really bad stories, possible pantslessness (though I'm wearing 2 belts), and more hijinks than you can shake a stick at. The Wake will be held at the Roadhouse and should be starting around 5, but come at your own pace. Bring a story to share or some pie. Actually, screw the story, just bring pie.

Seriously though, Derek and Jackson can get lost.

{ooc: This will be an open mingle log party style post, so please feel free to start your own threads or hop around in others. Threadjacking is likely, as is ridiculousness. Enter at own risk. Party crashers are also more than welcome, so even if you don't think you got an invite, come anyway.}

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[She smiles a bit. Youngsters in love, no she wouldn't interrupt such a moment.]

Yes, a week is fine. I have waited as long, a few more days will make no difference.

Great. Because even if he doesn't know anything about dragons --

[And Stiles was pretty sure he didn't.]

-- maybe he knows someone here who does. I mean, if you come from somewhere with them, maybe someone else does, right?

Yes, I do hope someone else has seen dragons before. Or as you said, I could check in the library too.

See? There's a whole bunch of ideas for how to care for the little guy. We'll find something to set you up with pronto. Ipso facto pronto.

[Ipso... what?]

Excuse me, Stiles?

[He waved a hand at her.]

Don't worry about it. It's Latin. Basically means 'that's a fact'.

[Or at last, that's what he thought it meant.]

[She smiles at him.]

Then I shall trust you to that.

So, yeah. You should, you know, mingle around a bit. Meet some of the other people. I promise they don't bite.

[Smiles a bit.]

Alright then Stiles. And I should let you talk with your other guests. It would be unfair to keep you to myself.

No, you should talk with my other guests. I mean it. Get to know them. You shouldn't keep to yourself so much. It's not good in a place like this.

[Awww, Stiles, you're quite right there. The Dragon Queen needs to show her face more often.]

I believe I am simply so used to keeping so much to myself, unless necessary for court matters... [She sighs.]

But things are different here.

Yes they are. No court stuff here, so you need to go do lame normal stuff like the rest of us peasants.

[She giggles but then face turns serious.]

While it is possible, at least...

[Dany knows the war in Asgard is not over yet...]

Exactly. Who knows what's coming next? It could be... mole people. So enjoy what you can while you can, right?

[She just has to laugh a bit at that.]

Mole people? But yes, I do understand your point. I shall try.

Good. We all need to get out a bit more. The whole attack thing sort of bummed most of us out.

Yes, I hope you enjoy your celebration, Stiles.

I hope you enjoy the celebration too, Daenerys.

I shall Stiles, I promise.

Good. And have some pie. There's a whole table of goodies over there.

[Awww, Stiles loves pie, doesn't he?]

It smells delicious, I will make sure to have some.

[Yes he does. And pie loves him back.]

Good. Good. Then go party. Go meet some people. Unless it's Derek. He's here somewhere and he's a dick.

[Isn't that cute?

Dany chuckles.]

I shall have a nice time then. But do not worry, Stiles. I can take care of myself and fend off from men who attempt to insult me.

If he's too much of a dick, you just let me know and I'll come set his hair on fire. I'm totally okay to do that.

[She giggles.]

Thank you Stiles, but do not worry. I shall be fine.

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