Founders Ball

[irishcoffee]

I'm certain everyone's seen the posters around town, but on the off chance you haven't...


This coming Friday, May 10, is the annual Founders Ball.

As always, dress is formal and attendance is open to all residents who wish to attend and can behave themselves. I'd prefer to not have a repeat of last year's fiasco with the faerie males, human females, and whatever the hell they did to their minds to make them hornier than a rave in an Xtacy factory.

To that end, mind magic will be ineffective within the ballroom itself as well as a half-mile out from the venue. Don't like it? Don't show up. Easy.

The stores in town should be starting to find their supplies of formal wear increasing starting tomorrow. I don't anticipate a shortage, but it's always a good idea to secure your choices early. No one wants to be stuck in chartreuse unless you happen to be lucky enough to pull the color off.

Hope everyone is well.

Comments

[detectivecontrary]

I'm insulted that you think I don't already own one.

[irishcoffee]

I know you had one last year...I just wasn't sure if it had fallen victim to tentacles at any point in the last year.

[detectivecontrary]

That's it, no more sexcapades stories for you.

[irishcoffee]

Fine. Take away all my fun.

Never knew you to be a cruel man, Jeans.

[detectivecontrary]

I will. All of it. I've been saving up some really good ones for you too. Ones that are horrifically embarrassing for me.

[irishcoffee]

Now you're just being a tease.

[detectivecontrary]

Would I do something like that to my favorite barista?

[irishcoffee]

It wouldn't be wise. Especially if you want to continue to have pastry every morning.

I do know how to make bran muffins, you know.

[detectivecontrary]

Coffee and bran for breakfast sounds especially unpleasant.

[irishcoffee]

Doesn't it?

I have a recipe for some delicious ones - not a drop of sugar. Just all twigs and berries.

[detectivecontrary]

That's not a muffin, Mags.

[irishcoffee]

It's not? Then what is it?

[detectivecontrary]

It's what the groundskeeper sweeps away after he trims the hedges.