And there they brew a beer so brown;

[emptytrousers]

Who | District 7 and YOU!
What | A proper dwarven party! AKA lots of food, alcohol, and noise.
When | Saturday evening, Week 7.
Where | District 7 Suites
Warnings | None atm. Will update if needed!
Notes | Kili will be trying to grab people from the elevator to join in, if you need a reason for your character to be there! Otherwise just hop in and tag around!


Throughout most of the day, Kili can be found wandering about the suites, but particularly between the living room and the dining area, picking up chairs and settling them around the table until it seems there’s enough for a small army of people to sit near the table. He can also be seen whispering to avoxes and making requests left and right for this or that. The words ‘keg’ and ‘pipeweed’ are thrown around entirely too much for a single dwarf, but with all of his other activity, it may be a welcome relief from his established routine of moping during the day and getting positively blitzed at night.

As afternoon progresses into evening, Kili’s energy level only seems to rise as he ducks in and out of his room to check on preparations and as soon as the first dish is brought in, he’ll be darting from room to room to annoy gather his district mates to come join him at the table.

Kili has, in true dwarven fashion, not only requested one dish to be served but enough food to cover the table. By the end of the procession of avoxes, the tables is literally covered with meats, cheeses, vegetables, gravies, puddings, biscuits, and so much more. On the counter of the kitchen are two kegs of beer, which Kili has decided is simply not enough, and several bottles of various wines. Kili himself is seated near the head, eagerly looking about, or near the elevator, pressing the button and trying to corral any he finds inside the magic steel carriage to join in. Other times, he will be filling steins and trying to press them into the hands of those nearest, encouraging them to drink and be merry in his effort to recreate the atmosphere of a proper dwarven gathering.

Soon enough, though, he’ll settle back down into his seat, grabbing at bits of food and meat as he makes easy conversation with any he sees. He hopes that the party will pick up, that having a host of people will make him feel less homesick. In fact, he will certainly contribute a few songs of his own and exciting stories about trolls and dragons and mountains of gold.

Comments

[titansnack]

At least there's one person in the district who doesn't hate him. Of course, that's probably due largely to the fact that Eren doesn't know enough to find the painfully loud music out of place. For all he knows it's a constant, and really, who cares?

He also hasn't watched as many Arena replays as he should have, but...After coming back, after seeing more of his life outside of Panem, watching people die again and again is the last thing he wants to see. He saw enough of that outside of Wall Maria. If he had, he probably wouldn't have drifted so close to Justin, but so far he is quiet and he doesn't seem as out of place as Eren, and maybe that is something that will rub off if Eren stands close enough.

That is also probably the most improbable thing that could happen, because Eren has about as many social graces as a titan. Justin is also probably the worst choice he could choose, but trying to emulate him is creepier than just saying hi, so that's exactly what he'll do.

"...Hello."

Maybe, if he's lucky, he'll get an alliance out of this.

[deafscythe]

Honestly, Justin isn't the worst person to emulate in social settings. The guillotine might be a pain to live with, but he knows how to hold pseudo-friendly conversations and how to properly introduce himself to strangers, so that's something.

"Ah, hello. You are Eren, correct?"

Justin's not so much of a loner that he's neglected to learn the names of his districtmates. He smiles politely, and waits to see if the other boy has something interesting to say.

[titansnack]

Eren...probably shouldn't be as surprised that Justin knows his name as he is. He blinks at the blond slowly, before nodding in confirmation. "Yeah, that's me."

He pauses, squinting at him. He...doesn't have the slightest clue what his name is. Something...that begins with a J? Maybe? He has no idea.

He shoves a roll into his face, using the time spent chewing to come up with something to say. He can do this. He can be personable.

"Were you a fighter back home?"





Nailed it.

[deafscythe]

Eren is simply the best at social situations. Luckily, Justin has nothing better to do than pay attention to the other boy.

"I was. Were you?"

[titansnack]

He is a boy of many, many talents.

One of them does not happen to be volume control, unfortunately.

"I was a soldier. The war were were in was nothing like-" he waves a hand, grimacing. "Nothing like anything that happens here."

And because clearly they have something in common, he should trundle along on this topic. "Were the fights you were in like this?"

[deafscythe]

Volume control is for losers. Neither of these boys are losers, obviously.

"No, not at all. I am used to far more dangerous opponents than untrained humans."

[titansnack]

They are the winningest of winners.

Eren's brow makes its way up his forehead, and he fixes Justin with a Look. "What exactly were you fighting?"

His first thought is of the Titans, of course, but he's getting the idea that there are monsters outside of them.

[deafscythe]

"Anything that threatened humanity." Humans, monsters, witches, gods, things that wanted to become gods. Anything

[titansnack]

"That's...pretty vague, all things considered." He quirks a brow, looking at Justin with disbelief.

[deafscythe]

"How so?" It's pretty straightforward in Justin's mind.