Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Nodding, Freyr gave Xochipilli's hand another tight squeeze. "I will look," he said. "Stay still if you can. It seems that may help." Then he was off, clambering up from the floor, dodging flung food and fleeing guests as he searched for anything that might help. Finding no rope, he went so far as to consider his vessel's clothes: a strange costume of fabric and a small number of pins. But it soon became clear to him that, even if unwound, the tunic lacked enough fabric to make even a short rope. So he returned to the pool of liquid sand, increasingly frantic and trying not to show it.
Then he looked to the palm tree, already leaning precariously. He raised a hand to Xochipilli, a quickly upraised index finger to silently ask for patience. Then he moved behind the palm tree and quickly set to work. Things would have been quicker, he thought, if he had had his sword with him. But he had traded that away long ago, and now he was left to his own devices. He pressed his back to the wall. Fixed his sandaled feet against the tree trunk where it leaned outward. Then he pushed, his hands bracing against the wall, his weight thrust downward. The tree began to creak, slowly bending further down.