The Gentle Coltte's Manor Party

>Welcome to Coltte residence. I am Miss Inkwell, faithful assistant to the Gentle Coltte. In light of recent events Mr. Coltte has decided that there is cause for a celebration
 
>The den is to your left and the dining hall to your right. The band is just setting up in the dining hall and will be ready to play in a bit. Hors d’oeuvres are being passed by anyone in a navy blue coat, those are the help. Feel free to ask them for anything.
 
>I believe Coltte is in the Den. If he offers you anything from his liquor cabinet remind him that I said he is not allowed to open it.
 
>Please limit your partygoing to the main foyer, the den, the back deck and the dining hall. Do NOT go to the upper floors. Do NOT go into the wine cellar. Do NOT go into the garden.
 
>…
 
>Why do I speak like this? The ARROW you see is to remind you to look directly into my eyes when I speak as I do with you. It is merely professional.

Screw your rules! I have flowy rainbow hair!
 
runs into the garden and pokes the grass
 
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! so eeeeeevil.

@Princess♠Molestia  
>Princess….
 
>Please stop…
 
>That’s “Smokin’ Grass”. It’s covered in an ashy, smoke-like pollen has a temporary slowing affect on the mind. It may be intensely relaxing, but causes obsession with old rock music and snack foods.
 
>Mr. Coltte collects the strange and unusual, playing with anything here is gambling with your life…

AUGH!
 
jumps off the grass
 
No…no…NOOOO! My mind is filled with Chili dogs!

@Princess♠Molestia
 
Inkwell Quickly escorts you back to the manor
 
>I warned you about this. Please try to be more careful. Thankfully the herb should keep you calm for at least a few hours. Maybe you should just worry about getting a snack…

Trixie falls out of the cupboard, her mouth stuffed with pinecones
 
…Mentlegen.

@ArchimedesOgle  
Archimedes my boy!
 
Enjoying the party?
 
Sips a bit from his snifter of brandy
 
Why am I talking like this? Oh you know me, UNINHIBITED BY THE CONFINES OF QUOTES! My speech longs to roam free!
 
Would you like some cognac?
 
Gestures to the liquor cabinet

Oh hey, sweet foyer… any ale on tap?

@Gentle Coltte of Leisure  
Sir, I do not drink…  
Do you perhaps, have any chocolate milk within the manor?

Trixie finds a piece of lint, two bits, and a crushed paperclip in her saddlebags.
 
…So, what will this get me? A mare is thirsty.

Trots in to find the familiar blue pony trying to haggle with not much  
Darling I can pay for you. That is, if you want me to.

@ArchimedesOgle
 
Oh, uh, I hm… Er perhaps I might
 
Claps his hooves together. A waiter attends
 
“Yes Mister Coltte”
 
Eh wot, can you see if you can get this young upstanding gentleman glass of chocolate mi-
 
Before he can finish, Archimedes is presented with the beverage
 
Ah yes, quite nice. So Archimedes, enjoying the festivities I hope? Not flirting with TOO many fillies, are you? Ohoho~
 
 
@Crowley  
@MagnificentTrixie
 
 
Miss Inkwell regards you two with a passive stare
 
>Of course the beverages are free and I’m quite certain we could have whatever pleases you… why don’t you two keep one another company in the dining room? I’ve many guests to welcome.

HELLO THE PRINCESS HAS ARRIVED!!!!

Trixie wanders off to the liquor, still confused as to where she is
 
I smell something rather delectable.

Flutters his way on top of Gentle Coltte’s back, sipping the milk  
It’s a nice party sir, what are the plans for tonight’s soirée?

@Princess Ataxia  
Inwekll curtsies
 
>Your Majesty. We are honored to have you in attendance. As is the norm, you have free reign of the manor.
 
>Please enjoy yourself to the fullest.
 
>Mr Coltte would be delighted to see you if you find the time.

The hell is going on here then

Trixie dons a party hat and tries to woo the partygoers with some half-hearted fireworks tricks, but succeeds only in igniting one of the curtains.
 
… :c

@ArchimedesOgle
 
Oh nothing special. I just thought that I should get everyone together now that everyone possess the ability to speak to one another outside of art galleries.
 
@MagnificentTrixie  
Inkwell is on the scene. She quickly extinguishes the small fire herself, then does the best “I’m watching you” to Trixie as she can with hooves.

Walking into the eloquent manor I find myself in the foyer. Spick and span, it smells of fresh polish. Though given the smell is gradually working its way into oblivion at the smell of foods and the wild set of party goers.
 
Breathing deep, I put on my best grin. Reaching for my head I remove my hat with the grace and skill unknown to lesser creatures and find a hook to hand it on. With this, I head forth into the dining hall, and take a comfortable seat as the band sets up.
 
At the passage of a servant I request one of the delectable party weenies.

Appears from the middle of nowhere
 
I hope you don’t mind if I bring my own wine. It’s made with Demoman’s blood and Scout’s tears. And love.

@Putinforgod  
>I hope those are the only ingredients.
 
>I don’t need you drugging anyone. The last thing we need is more of your scandalous behavior.