[Milliways: Suite 132 Suitewarming]

[slayer_fray]

Lilly and Mel have out done themselves.

There's no theme to this party, no gimmicks, other than the 'welcome to our suite and please get very drunk' idea, and this aim has been faciliatated by the huge numbers of bottles of all sorts of alcohol covering the galley kitchen. The breakfast bar boasts five huge bowls of punch, the dining table is covered in assorted snacks and dips, and brightly coloured balloons cover the floor, and, despite the best efforts by a certain boyfriend to use helium for comedy voice purposes, the ceiling as well.

The door to the main bathroom stands open, and a large pile of freshly laundered towels stand on the way to the hot tub, above which a large sign declares: clothing optional.

Mel's bedroom door is shut and locked, protecting weaponry and other valuables, while Lilly's room is opened, and her Bathroom is very clearly labelled.

Out on the balcony, the barbeque takes pride of place among a vast amount of meat, just waiting to be made use of.

The centre of the living area is cleared, but a box of Twister has been placed very obviously on top of the locked entertainment centre.

Suite 132 is open for business

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[the_lioness]

The water is warm? *Alanna perks up. After a moment of consideration, she moves closer, her hand running along the smooth side of the tub. When she speaks, it sounds as if she is thinking out loud.* It's not as large as our ceremonial bath, but that was also unheated.

*She smiles enigmatically, patting him on the shoulder.*

Raven! It is good to see you. *She pauses, still patting his shoulder and staring at the churning water.* You look a bit naked.

Your shoulders, I mean.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks again, and smiles.

"The rest of me is naked, too. If I were to stand up, you could see it. Or you could trust my word. I am not picky."

[the_lioness]

Although I am frequently fond of empirical data, I think I will take your word on it this evening, if only because I do not wish you to catch a cold while I determine whether your statement is true or false.

*She furrows her brow, glancing at the bottle in her hand.*

Although I should caution you against saying such things when I have had rum.

*Head tilted, she rests both arms on the side of the tub and leans down. The sign has escaped her notice.*

Did Bar run out of bathing costumes, or were you simply feeling particularly free this evening?

[creator_raven]

Raven frowns, slightly.

"I do not catch colds. It is a side effect of no biology."

He blinks.

"I am always feeling particularly free, really, but there is a sign that says clothing is optional."

A beat.

"Bathing costumes?"

[the_lioness]

No biology? I am intrigued.

*Alanna shrugs, glancing at the sign. Her eyes remain trained on it as she speaks. Perhaps she is attempting to focus.*

I see. Yes, Bar gave me a biknini thing. It's nothing more than a scrap of cloth, really. Might as well be naked. And if the the male version looks anything like what Indiana was wearing at the lake party... well here is to you for opting for nudity. Well done.

*She lifts her bottle in a toast and drinks, slowly clamoring up on the side of the tub and dangling her legs in the water.*

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts.

"Many people seem to be, when I tell them that. It is something I do not understand. It is not a challenge, it simply is."

He huffs out a breath, then laughs.

"I do not understand the point of minimal covering, I think. This is probably because I do not understand 'sexy', either."

He shrugs, then, and pokes her foot with his own.

[the_lioness]

I understand sexy. I just don't attempt it. I prefer to sit back and let others strive for sexy and glamorous. I am just me.

Minimal clothing does seem silly. At that point, there are few secrets left. *She grins, experimentally poking back at his foot with her own. She almost falls in.* But then again, I spent my youth watching my fellow squires and knights skinny dip.

[creator_raven]

"It is a good way to think, perhaps."

Raven nods approvingly.

"Are you--what is the word?--a voyeur, then? Or merely bored?"

[the_lioness]

Voyeur? *She badly mispronounces the word.* I'm afraid I don't understand.

I'm not bored. How could I be bored at such a fabulous gathering? I saw you, I heard tales of hot water and here I am.

*Smiling, Alanna leans down.* Perhaps I should tell you something about me. I hate being cold. More than anything. Mention something is warm, and I am there.

*She takes another drink and looks around.*

Goddess, there are so many people here I recognize, but don't know by name. I'm half tempted to sit here and give them all new names for my own reference.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks at her, rather impudently.

"I have mentioned this warm water, and I do not know if dipping your toes in counts as 'there'. I think you lie, Alanna."

He smirks.

"Names are funny things, yes."

[the_lioness]

*Glancing down at her dress, she sighs, smoothing the fabric around her rib cage. She gets it wet in the process.*

I only have three dresses that are not all... floofy and hard to maneuver. It would be sad to ruin yet another. *She blinks and shrugs, drinking again and setting the bottle further down the tub.* However if you pull me in I will not feel guilty.

*She smirks.* You have a rather nice one. That's not to say I couldn't do better. I've a talent for naming, you see. *pause* I think it was Anthy who pointed this out to me.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks.

"I have never met Anthy."

Another blink.

"What do you find objectionable about my name? I think my feelings are rather hurt."

And as he says that last, he pulls her into the hot tub. Carefully.

[the_lioness]

Her hair is very purple.

*Prudent information first, of course. She giggles, yelping a bit as she gets pulled in. Apparently her dress floats. Eyeing it with consternation, she pokes the fabric down and leans back, a contented smile on her face.*

No, no. I like your name. It's quite pretty. *She casts him a sidelong glance that might suggest Raven is just as pretty as his name.* Do you have a middle name? Perhaps you should. One bestowed upon you by me.

*Clearing her throat, she turns toward him and thinks. Hard.*

[creator_raven]

"Purple is a good color."

By all means, the important information should go first.

He tugs idly at the edge of her dress, for a moment, watching the fabric float in the water. Then he blinks.

"I like my name, as well, but it is the only one I have. There is no middle or end name."

He tilts his head a bit, and frowns.

"Is this important?"

[the_lioness]

It is the best color. *She grins.*

Not necessarily important so much as fun.

*Alanna peers at him, making a grand show of studying his face. In reality, she had named him on their quest. She had been feeling whimsical at the time. Poor Raven.*

I know! *Kneeling now, she reaches under the water and pulls a knife from the sheath strapped to her thigh. She blinks at it for a moment, wondering if the water would damage the blade, and shrugs. Face solemn, she rests the flat of the blade on Raven's shoulder, then the other.*

I dub thee... Raven Nightstorm. Or Raven of Nightstorm. Or just Nightstorm. Yes. Nightstorm.

*She beams.*

[creator_raven]

Raven looks at her, and blinks.

"It is far from the worst name I have had, certainly. And, perhaps, not entirely inaccurate. I will not contest this, I do not think. But I intend to keep 'Raven'. It is from my First People."

He appears, under the surface layer of bewildered, to be very amused.

Though he does splash Alanna. Twice.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna looks moderately affronted... for all of two seconds. She collapses into (drunken) giggles and splashes him back.*

Careful, Nightstorm. I do not know how to swim yet! *She grins.*

[creator_raven]

"The tub is neither that deep, nor, I suspect, are you that drunk. But I can pretend to be buoyant, if it will make you feel safer."

He laughs.

[the_lioness]

I am short. *She lets her head hang sadly.* It is not outside the realm of possibility that I could drown here. *Lips twitching, she looks up and shakes her head.* But at least the water is warm, and I would die happy.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Cannonball!" An Ace, who is millitimed conviniently to not be talking with Raven in another thread about certain types of yo-yos, streaks by and into the water.

Is she wearing anything? Who knows. There are lots of bubbles.
"Hullo!" Someone's had too many chocolate martinis.

[creator_raven]

Raven, who was just thwapped in the face by an Ace-driven wall of water, blinks.

"Hello. Sugar and alcohol are not your friends, Ace."

Raven is still bemused by his new name, perhaps.

[the_lioness]

ACE! Brilliant. *Alanna beams, giggling as she wipes water off her face, finally giving in and dunking her head. She runs her fingers through her soaking hair as she surfaces.*

I disagree entirely. I'm rather fond of both, although... perhaps not at once.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks sadly at Raven, and decides to side with Alanna.
"They're not? But they're good, Raven!" Chocolate alcohol is very good. She's just forgotten about what happens when they wear off.

[creator_raven]

"Sometimes I tell blatant falsehoods."

He grins.

"Ask Eddie about what I order at Happy Hour, sometime."

Oh, the evil bird.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna grins at Ace, splashing Raven again.*

Perhaps I should try whatever concoction you two are discussing in order to make a final decision. *smirk* What do you order at Happy Hour, Raven? I can not possibly wait until I cross paths with Eddie to find out.

*Drunk Alanna attempts a tiny dog paddle.

And sinks a bit.*