You have been invited to a party thrown by Empress Enderstorm. It is a smallish affair, just before the Empress leaves for the Second reality flavor. Kind of like a going away party. The Empress looks like a sixteen orbit party old girl, with silver hair, purple peepers, and unnaturally pale skin. She is a where-beast, meaning she can turn into a big, black wizard lizard if needed. Most of the other guests are of a specific race which I will not name, and have large, bald foreheads and drooping noses. The males and females of that race look almost exactly the same. The guards are giraffy, black humanoid creatures with spindly limbs and can teleport. That is all you need to know.
laws you must obey: keep in mind andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s laws you must obey, try to keep swearing to a minimum, besides that do whatever the flip you want. Oh also, the guards may kick you out if you disrespect the Empress, so just keep in mind that you need to call her ‘Your Majesty’ and you should be fine.
(Yes you don’t need to ask just pop a character in)
Enderstorm stood outside the palace, greeting the guests as they walked in. Finally, she spotted an orange head of hair among the crowd, and called out.
“Foxchild! hither!” A tan skinned man with orange hair and an athletic physique walked over to Enderstorm, smiling. He bowed and kissed her hand, the Empress giggling and blushing lightly.
Solstice weaved through the crowd, jazzed to finally meet the Emperess. Finally, she spotted her and eagerly walked up.
“howdy, partner! Thank you for coming.” Enderstorm held out her hand, Foxchild moving to stand beside her and smile, looking on silently at the guests.
"noice to meet you, M'Lady!" Solstice said, bowing then shaking her extended hand
Enderstorm smiled, then waved for Solstice to walk inside and greeted the next guest. Inside was a big ballroom, well lit with torches and glowing rocks that lined the walls. To the left was a buffet table full of meats and fruit and song wine. An orchestra was playing music in another corner, and people filled the human containment unit.
Solstice looked at the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) excitedly, and walked over to the buffet table viewing the delicacies.
Enderstorm greeted the last of the important guests, and walked into the human containment unit on Foxchild’s grabby limb. She smiled at everyone, but if you look closely you would see that she seemed very on low battery.
(Oh, yes sorry.)
Sol took a few things to eat and walked around.
A man in a brown robe with a giraffy, bald head and droopy nose walked up to Solstice, saying something in an unrecognizable language.
“Um sorry,”. She said looking bumfuzzled, “What did you say?”
He looked bumfuzzled, and waved over a similar man, or woman, now that she is close enough for you to see her properly. He whispered into her ear.
“Mayor Hrmham says that he is pleased to meet you, and asks your name,” she translated with a thick accent. All her wods sounded muffled almost.
“Oh! My name is Solstice. Solstice Peters. It’s noice to meet you.” She smiled
The woman translated for Solstice, and Hrmham smiled, holding out his hand for Solstice to shake.
Solstice accepted his had and gently shook it, then she looked at the woman, “What language is this?”
She said something in the strange language.
“It doesn’t translate to your language.”
“Oh okay.” Solstice paused, “What is your name, ma’am?”
“I’m Mahran, Mayor Hrmham’s wife. It is noice to meet you,” she answered. At that moment, Empress Enderstorm walked by, and greeted Hrmham, all smiles. They spoke for a bit, then Enderstorm eagerly grabbed a cup of wine and sipped it.
Solstice nodded and gave a quick wave to Enderstorm
Enderstorm walked away from the table and behind a curtain expertly placed for her to hide, and downed the song wine in one gulp. She dropped her smile and massaged her face, moaning.
“Why do I host these parties?” She muttered to herself, before plastering on a fake smile and going back into the party.
Solstice looked at Enderstorm, she looked a little on low battery, she went up to her, “ howdy, partner your Majesty.”
Enderstorm wailed internally, but put forth her best smile to present to Solstice.
“Good evening. May I ask your name?” She said, holding out her hand for you to shake. If you look close enough, you will notice that the inside of her ears are crusted in dried blue human syrup.
“Solstice.” She looks at her ears, “Are your ears okay?”
Enderstorm’s peepers widened for a second before she regained her composure.
“I’m fine,” she said. Her wods slurred together a tiny bit, as she was getting a little drunk from the cup of wine she had.
“Umm, okay.” Sol wasn’t one to question, instead she grabbed two small see-sharpeners of wine, “Do you want some your majesty?”
Enderstorm nodded.
“Thank you, Solstice.” She took a sip of the song wine(that’s what it’s called, it’s also very sweet tasting), then waved over Foxchild, who was joking with guard.
“Your Majesty, Don’t you think you’ve had a little too much wine? You’ve already had two see-sharpeners, and the party just started,” Foxchild muttered to Enderstorm, barely loud enough for Solstice to hear.
“Of course not, Foxy-boy. I’m just fine.” Enderstorm said, rather loudly.
Solstice stood quietly then spoke up, “Is…is something right?”
