An Open Invite

[L .]

Aurelia pouts, moving to also shove furniture aside.

"Non, last time we used darts someone got injurred."

Aurelia tries very hard, and very quickly, to make up a set of rules that will benefit her. "Let's do this other game. I like it more. No throwing axes or arrows or neonates around. Just make a space, and someone find something we can draw on that will not tear. I saw some thin wooden boards upstairs in the event the shutter break, for light-proofing. You..." she squints at Jean Jaques. "Aha. Marcheux. Please?"

[Posh-Tim]

Keane goes on to ignore the suggestion of various forms of athletic pursuit. Instead he looks up at Valentina and smiles again.
"Why of course!" it's not clear whether his inebriation has lifted or is just providing a vehicle for the purpose of tale-telling.
"Annwyvn was the land of plenty as many would have it be told. Ruled alone by it's king, Arawn. That is, once King Havgan had been dispatched by Pwyll, the Lord of Dyved.
It was a land like no other, with no borders nor edges. It resides within Wales but some would have that it was an island or underground. All of these are true in so much as none of them are as it exists beside its neighbour kingdoms and layed upon them all at once. It is found through the deepest of forest groves or perhaps an overgrown Cave and once there, a polite guest will want for no thing."
Its clear he's off on one with little regard to whether anyone is paying attention to him at this point.
"The rivers run with healing waters and sometimes wine, the food is exotic and holds its own strange powers. The folk and fauna are as strange and varied as your imagination might make them. In the court of its King all eat from plates of solid gold and are entertained by strange music's and song that are not of this world.
The hunt is one of Arawns favourite pass times and can be for any manner of strange beast or even object."
He seems to reach the end of his ramble for now.
"I believe the idea of it has been taken by many as a kind of heavenly afterlife, though that is not strictly accurate."
He shrugs and looks benignly back at Valentina.

[Jean-Jacques]

Jean-Jacques pauses a moment, then smiles at Aurelia and nods and heads out of the room and can be heard climbing the staircase.


Some moments passed, then the sounds of descending the staircase and Jean-Jacques re-enters the room, holding several slats of fine veneered wood, and offers them to Aurelia.

"Was it these that caught your Eye Elder?"

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina for her part has paused in her sewing, eyes shining and hands clasped, all the better to listen to Keane's description.

"Dear me Elder, you are going to think me a dreadful dunce but I'm afraid I haven't the faintest idea who those people you referenced are! Perhaps you could tell me about King Arawn? Pretty please?" Shamelessly she begs for a story, batting her eyelids outrageously at Keane, and giving him her best pleading look.

[Posh-Tim]

Keane looks round at Valentina, recovering a little from the brief reverie into story telling.
"Um, well I can but I thought we were playing game and that story is, um, rather a long one as it happens."
He looks around at Anton and Valentina and the other guests that are organising games.
"I do not want to distract from the games too much..."
He gives the impression he will tell the story but only with a little more cajoling from others.

[Anton]

Anton laughs, sleepy with contentment, and he settles deeper into the sofa, turning from Keane just enough so he can lay his shoulders back against him. Anton doesn't look much like he's focussing on the story, but is appreciative of the lilting voice and the excuse to avoid the game. For someone who shafts touch like the plague, it's an unusual break in the trend.

"Oh go on Dad. Can't you give us the cribs notes, if not the whole story? Your voice is not entirely terrible."

[L .]

Aurelia, with the help of Jean Jaques and a little flair of creativity, create a board and a spinner* - and summon everyone who wants to play.

((*that look remarkably, impossibly, like Twister. Because this is a quarantine that is Long.))

She designates a biased order of turn, to give a nod to those with most status first:

Aldrich
Lucius
Aurelia
Dukes
(Keane)
Grace
Laurence
Jean Jaques

In order to have Keane more enthused to play, she calls over - "What if when you cannot place your hand or foot down without falling, you strip? Neh? You are interested now?" She considers.

Board having set up, she hands the spinner to Angelina. "To be impartial," with a wink.

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich smiles and looks to Angelina as he spins.

"Give the cripple an easy start my dear if you wouldn't mind?" He jokes

*Left foot red*

He smiles and moves around the board casting his cane to one side, kneeling down and placing his left foot on the lowest red. He already looks unsteady but seems stable.

[L .]

Aurelia chuckles good-naturedly enough, but there's a deadly gleam to her eyes.

Waiting for Angelina to spin, she nodds when the verdict comes up. Right hand blue!

Folding with a catlike grace that looks deliberately for show, and entirely to put off the competition, Aurelia flattens her palm against the board, hips alongside Aldrich's. A dark curtain of hair falls forward, which she tucks back about her ears with her free hand.

"So it begins. Come - we can have a few rounds and anyone who wants to join in, just do so."

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[Bronwyn93]

Angelina heard the mention of Troy and looked over just to catch the wink from the elder. She cringed internally and looked away quickly to focus on the others discussing the game. She watched the game be set up and looked surprised as she was handed the spinning board.

“Oh, of course, thank you.” She said a little eagerly; keen to have a reason to participate, without risking her dignity.

She set the board flat and spun the dial to start the game, calling out for the players to hear, and watching with curiosity.