ursula | the sea witch (
anasty) wrote in
foolishmortals2017-10-29 12:47 am
darling, it's better down where it's wetter, take it from me
Your invitation under the door comes handwritten in varying calligraphic, but complimenting scripts:
Our remembrance takes place at the pool this evening.
Accensa domo proximi, tua quoque periclitatur.
Don’t antagonize the eels.
The ambient light around the aqua centerpiece of the water is golden, thanks to what appears to be small will-o-wisps hovering strategically placed on the outskirts. Don’t try to touch them - they burn. Inside the water, there are indeed a pair of dark blue eels swimming around... but they're at the deepest reaches, at least?
Reigning over it all is a makeshift banner, comprised of several notebook pages taped together. In a careful calligraphy script:
ACTA EST FABULA, PLAUDITE!
There are three tables.
The first is food. There is first and foremost a decadent spread of fresh and dried fruit, as well as raw vegetables by some dip. Some delectable varieties of bread have been provided by Belle and are accompanied by some jam and cheese. For those that don’t want to put anything together, there are also triangles of monte cristo sandwiches from Oswald's suggestions. There is a simple, folded piece of paper acting as placard. The same elegant inking is there, if much more subtle: Consummatum est.
The second is drinks, the division between alcoholic and non-alcoholic made by another folded paper placard: Bibere venenum in auro. The alcoholic section is a variety of cocktails, but particularly a copious amount of wine pilfered from the Tip Top bar. The non-alcoholic side is predictably soda, water, and juice. There are also a few pots of brewed tea from Belle - get them while they're hot!
The final table sports every swimsuit that coat check and the pool room had to offer, along with sunglasses ( for what? Why, style of course ). The placard reads: Fortunae naufragium.
It may be a bit more lavish than Ratigan’s party, but there is one key difference - it’s all self-serve.
Accensa domo proximi, tua quoque periclitatur.
Don’t antagonize the eels.
The ambient light around the aqua centerpiece of the water is golden, thanks to what appears to be small will-o-wisps hovering strategically placed on the outskirts. Don’t try to touch them - they burn. Inside the water, there are indeed a pair of dark blue eels swimming around... but they're at the deepest reaches, at least?
Reigning over it all is a makeshift banner, comprised of several notebook pages taped together. In a careful calligraphy script:
There are three tables.
The first is food. There is first and foremost a decadent spread of fresh and dried fruit, as well as raw vegetables by some dip. Some delectable varieties of bread have been provided by Belle and are accompanied by some jam and cheese. For those that don’t want to put anything together, there are also triangles of monte cristo sandwiches from Oswald's suggestions. There is a simple, folded piece of paper acting as placard. The same elegant inking is there, if much more subtle: Consummatum est.
The second is drinks, the division between alcoholic and non-alcoholic made by another folded paper placard: Bibere venenum in auro. The alcoholic section is a variety of cocktails, but particularly a copious amount of wine pilfered from the Tip Top bar. The non-alcoholic side is predictably soda, water, and juice. There are also a few pots of brewed tea from Belle - get them while they're hot!
The final table sports every swimsuit that coat check and the pool room had to offer, along with sunglasses ( for what? Why, style of course ). The placard reads: Fortunae naufragium.
It may be a bit more lavish than Ratigan’s party, but there is one key difference - it’s all self-serve.

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Occasionally the eels do rise to meet her trailing tentacles, twirling fondly around them or else watching those that are close. They are quite eerie, with their mismatched gold and white eyes. That they are two parts of a whole wouldn't take a genius to surmise. ]
How are you feeling, dear?
[ She'll ask anyone who approaches her, with a wry little cut to her painted mouth. ]
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But also that party setup looked Sweet so he obviously has to go back and hang out for at least a bit. And-- well, he really doesn't want to be anywhere near those eels (still creepy, thanks), but he has to ask... so he does approach Ursula, though he doesn't exactly get close to the water.]
Honestly? Impressed.
Did you do all of this? It's... really nice.
[And far more than he expected from her, but still. If anything's going to come close to properly honoring the dead, it's this.]
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[ She smiles, and it surprisingly lacks its usual aggression... For now. ]
Frankly, it's a bit paltry for what I might have managed at my best. But do enjoy yourself, nonetheless.
I promise, the boys are on their best behavior.
[ And the pool is clean, if fully saltwater. ]
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I, uh, I think I'll pass on the pool. I'm sure your eels are... friendly... but I'm not a huge fan of swimming. Thanks anyways.
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[ And it makes her curious. Perhaps she'll give him a surprise in turn: ]
I daresay the gals deserved it, after all they intended to give us.
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[even if he's still surprised at just how much hard work she put into this.]
I, uh, I don't know how close you were to them, but... I think they would've liked this.
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[ She lifts her drink for a sip. ]
Amanda tried to help me beat down the doors on the first day and the most I saw of Reyna, well, was at the trial tonight...
[ You're missing one, Ursula. ]
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[and yeah, he... definitely notices that. Thalia was who he was closest to out of the victims this week, so...]
Were you, uh-- I mean, did you talk to Thalia much?
[actually, he's not sure if he's remembering correctly, but wasn't it Thalia who'd mentioned fighting with Ursula during the first week...?]