Out Of The Abyss (#16 PbP)

"I think you're right." Jezziak smiled, and made another attempt to lead Ash in a dance: Performance: 13

That's better. Jezzika will lead Ash in a dance and make sure she stays up and not fall over, slowly spinning her around and overall being very ladylike to her in the process, trying not to knock anything over.

Ash laughs as they both dance, trying her best to follow Jezzika's lead while listening to Quinn's playing. 

Performance:  12

(If at dis still):  15

Her dancing is better this time, with less steps on Jezz's feet and less stumbling around. "Hehe. Maybe you should lead from now on Jezz?" Ash laughs a little with an awkward smile. 

And another performance check, 23 

Quinn falls off of the table he had been leaning against and smacks his face on the ground,

"Ugh, shit.

Slight of hand to make sure no one seen 8

Quinn looks up super embarrassed, and starts to laugh

"Oh you're not such a bad-" And then Quinn bailed hard. Jezzika, barely able to walk because she's laughing so hard, shuffles over to Quinn, and stands above him, trying to catch her breath from laughing so much, but fails, and keeps laughing. "Quinn!" she says, between snorts and giggles, "I think you need another drink!"

Ash laughs as well, offering Quinn her hand in assistance to getting up, still stumbling a little herself. "Perhaps that should be all for the dancing and music for now eh? Need another drink Quinn?" Ash smiles at Jezz once Quinn is to his feet. She then moves to sit back down at her chair at the table. 

Quinns face is beet red at the point that hes back on his feet. He runs his chin and cheek where he hit the ground.

"Shit guys. I need one to forget this tragedy!" He laughs happily 

(If you guys accept the terms we can move along in a few hours. Archpriest Ploop plans on executing this plan in the "morning" so we can have a good night sleep. It's the least he can do for your assistance. Otherwise, enjoy the party.)

Ash nods and hands him a glass of wine, taking one for herself, sipping this one slightly slower than before. She smiles at Jezz and offers her another glass as well. "Do you want one too darling?" She speaks jokingly in a more regal accent with a smile. 

While doing her level best not to shout at some of the more roudy members of the party, a wholly sober Enkindle stands up and ask, "Setting aside this shitty plan 'o yers is just involves use'n us as bait. The idea is to get in close. Take out yer daughter. And then... what? All her loyalist are gonna chill the **** out at that point, or we gonna 'ave to deal those ****ers as well after? Also! We getting some type..." She pauses to shudder. "Escort.. across the lake afterwards? Or ya'll gonna be too busy fer that? 'cause ya mention their bein' somethin' in the water chow'n on sacrifices up to now."

Enkindle glances over and glares at some of the party-goers disparagingly, "And is there any chance of us bein' able to crash here till the rest of these dumbass sobber up?"

Jezzika restrains from laughing and in her best regal accent as seriously as she can, saying, "Oh good heavens, I couldn't POSSIBLY have another." she waits a moment before snorting in laughing. "HA! Just kidding. Gimme. To my dexterity, and to you not stepping on my toes, and to Quinn and his magnificent musical performance!" Clink! She puts the glass to her mouth, tilts up, and drinks. And drinks. And drinks. Finishing the glass, her face scrunching in sourness, she gives a loud AAAAH and smiles. "This stuff tastes amazing."

Ash laughs in amusement and finishes her glass shortly after Jezz before looking at Quinn. "So Quinn. What instruments do you play? What kind of music do you do? What was popular from where you were from?" Ash leans her head on Jezz's shoulder as she smiles with happy interest at Quinn.

Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 2 | AC 15 | HP 14/14 | Temporary HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 3 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 1 | Innate spells 1| Eldritch Invocations 2

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Before the archpriest  Ploopploopeen gets the chance to reply, Ree'lyn glances to the side and raises his index finger. "Excuse me." the drow says. "Answer me when I get back."

Seeing how Enkindle looks misplaced and awkwardly looking around, not sure where to stand or to go or who to speak to, Ree'lyn approaches her, reaches out to her with his left hand, smiles. "Shall we?"

At the sound of the noises and cacophonic arrhythmic cacophony that comes out of his flute, the drow starts with holding the fire genasi's both hands, looking at her, then with one step back, never letting go of her hands, he starts showing her the moves.

Performance 17

Inspiration from Quinn  5

Quinn sees Reelyn from across the room, and brings with him a drink, after departing from the ladiesmotioning with his hand that he would be back.

"Reelyn, have a bit of inspiration," hand him the beer and winks "I noticed that Sst had your bottle.and uh, you look like youre up to something."

As Reelyn walks awy, so does quinn back to the ladies. 

"Well i can play the lyre, but i havent got one on me"

After eating her food, Talike sits and watches the drunk party members dance. She seems slightly concerned. When Enkindle mentions the bait plan, she perks up.

"Wait, so you're telling me that the fish lady wants to use us as bait so she can kill her daughter? Does anyone else think this is a really bad idea?"

Amara nods seriously. "Indeed, a guarantee of safety across the lake would be lovely, darling. And would we be expected to participate in the fighting itself, or would we just be there in order to get you close?"

A myriad of emotions play across Enkindle's visage as she looks back and forth between Ree'lyn's face and the offered hand; the wick that was her ponytail slowly going up with each passing second. Though during that time it is hard to say whether truly anger or something else provoked the flame. After a tense few moments the fire genasi's eyes grow distant prior to her looking away and crossing her arms, hands buried under as if to avoid being taken away. "I'm... Just go away, Elf. There's plenty of others to dance with." She states tiredly without looking back him.  

Here's a recap of what he's asking:

Archpriest Ploop of the Sea Mother - your host - wants to get close to his daughter Blopp, who is Archpriest of the Deep Father in order to murder her, yes. She is heavily guarded by her insane followers. Apparently, for whatever reason, the koa-toa here are religiously divided, and there can be only one. Archpriest Ploop wants to use all of you as bait, pretending you are all his offerings to the Deep Father, in order to get close to her. He's not asking you to fight, simply to pretend you are his prisoners so he can get close to his daughter and end this silly religious offshoot. It just so happens it's run by his daughter, but he doesn't seem to care - he's that spiritual. 

You will appear to be restrained, as if you've just been captured, and will have all your gear. Once he makes his move, his guards will quickly escort you to safety. He is not interested in hearing about any other plans, as he believes his is nearly perfection in trying to get close to his heretical daughter and end this madness.

Ash tilts her head with a playful pout. "Well that's a shame. Although I think the others are still dancing. You could attempt your pan flute again Quinn. Of maybe one if the others would like to dance with you?" She smiles warmly before looking to Jezz. "Speaking of which. No that we had our drinks we could dance some more if you'd like? You could tell me where you learned how to dance and lead like that." 

Ree'lyn | Drow | Warlock | Level 2 | AC 15 | HP 14/14 | Temporary HP 8/8 | Cantrips Known 2 | Spells Known 3 | Spell Slots 2/2 | Slot Level 1 | Innate spells 1| Eldritch Invocations 2

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Realizing the misstepped dance had only happened in his mind, Ree'lyn comes quickly back to senses as he sees he has never reached the dance floor alongside Enkindle. There she is; cranky as ever, obnoxious as ever. Even in his imaginary dancing she would have brought his performance down. So they never danced.

Smiling, the drow nods to the fire genasi. "Another time, then."

Still inspired by Quinn, Ree'lyn reaches to Svana. "Are we going to let those two with this mess of shambling moves to continue, or shall the glory of the radiant Svana shine bright upon these lyrics?" - his left hand reaching out for her. His smile and his ever inviting reddish lilac eyes looking at her. 

"So who even is the Deep Father guy anyway?"