Pax RP

<big><big><big><big>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWIX&#33;</big></big></big></big>

It's Swix's Birthday, so...

*The Horn and Halo is completely decorated from roof to baseboard to throw a party&#33; There's enough cake to go around, and balloons, which coincidentally are in the shape of the letters of the word "Balloons".*

Have a great one Swix&#33;

Happy birthday Swix&#33; Hope you have a fantastic day. <3

*After being nudged by CP with a joke about re-spelling the balloons, Raven decides to be her usual pervy self. Just... not with the suggestion of the rodent. Instead she mutters some words under her breath. The ground begins to tremor and shake, and a form starts raising itself up from the ground. A distinctly... male figure, made entirely of stone. The rather handsome golem - or stripper, as Raven would have it - began dancing, tearing off layers of rock-clothing and gyrating his hips. Raven, her fingers playing a puppeteers song, laughs whole-heatedly as she makes it give CP the first lap-dance - thrusting its genitalia towards his face and all.*

Heheh... *hic*...

"Baboons".... *hic* Hahahaha&#33;

*CP pours himself another generous drink, tipping his head so far back he rolls right off the table. Soon enough Raven's eager rock golem just knocks the entire thing right over.*

Ack.... Do not want&#33;

Wow... hey, thanks guys&#33;

*Swix, the birthday girl walks into the Horn and Halo. She's almost wearing her usual stuff, but the black dress has developed a sheen, as though it's made out of silk, and the white seams have become silver. The boots too, though still flat heeled, are more fashionable than usual, with studs and laces added to it. She's carrying a black bag today, rather than a red one, and wearing a black headband that tidies up her messy hair.

Her hazel eyes widen in surprise at seeing what's going on at the local inn. Balloons that say 'Balloons' could only be the rodents work, and of course the mouse was here, under a table. The... eager golem... there could only be one person to bring that sort of thing to a party. The humanoids mouth developed into a twisted smile when she spotted Raven, watching the golem and CP*

*Swix ordered her own drink-dark berry cider-and made her way over to them*

So... which one of you two came up with this idea first?

*CP raises a paw from under the table, kind of hoping either Swix will take care of his attacker, or Raven will call it off.*

*There's a box in the corner. It looks like a very large birthday present, white with a red ribbon. Anyone close to the box could swear blind that... no...

...it's giggling?*

Oh? What's this?

*Swix says, finally noticing the giggling and walking over the... present, leaving CP to suffer the golem for a bit longer. Well, it was amusing*

*The humanoid pulls the red ribbon to open the box and see what's inside*

*Just as the ribbon is pulled, two knives burst out from the top of the box*

"Did I getcha face?"

*In the corner, on the floor of the room lay an arrangement of bones, spelling out the word "skeleton".*

"If you survived that, happy birthday... If not, then happy birthday&#33;"

*Swix recoils from the pair of knives when they burst out of the present, first from surprise, then from a slightly more intense desire not to have her face skinned off. Swix sneered, this was typical. The one time she wanted to look nice and someone was trying to remove her skin. The humanoid sneered at the voice, the knives and the present with a sudden dark look in her eyes*

No, but how about I take yours off for that?

*She said, then looked to the skeleton on the floor that spelled skeleton as it said Happy Birthday* Many thanks. Enjoy the party

"Aaaaahehehehe, see that's the kind of response you should be seeing&#33;" The box says to no-one in particular.

After wriggling out from the overturned table Raven's golem continues to hump, a very intoxicated CP stumbles to stand beside Swix.

"You know..." He begins, squinting his eyes and moving his head backwards slightly, as if having trouble distinguishing the object that was right there. "It's *hic* on my good authoratay... as hero of here them parts... There may be someone in that there box&#33;"

He tilts, somehow losing balance before firing a whole bunch of sparks at the wall behind the present.

"I think... I gottem boss."

*Swix tilted her head at the 'talking box', or the box with someone in it, slightly confused and amused by the fact the drunk mouses bolts had completely missed*

.. Wha? *she said, stepping back* what are you talking about?

"Well" The box continued "You get all these WEIRDOS who think you should be nice, and calm, and... urrg, doesn't bear thinking about. They're all mad. But you, you're one of the few sane voices I've heard in a long time&#33;"

The box fell silent for a while.

"Are you going to open me or what?"

Oh really? *Swix said, holding one arm behind her back as she listened, finding that she actually kind of like whatever was talking from inside the box... although not particularly liking being called sane* Maybe I will open you, maybe I won't, I haven't decided yet

*In her hand, shadows from the room gathered, compressing into a ball that glowed slightly purple with arclight. A magic that she'd rarely used with the influence of The Collector around her but one that she was once more growing increasingly familiar with*

*Swix brought the shadow sphere in front of her, looked at the box, tilted her head.... and then hurled the ball at the object. The sphere, should it impact, would hit with explosive force as the compressed shadow expanded outwards rapidly at the impact. The woman watched the box intently to see what would happen next*