Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
The god stuck in the quicksand was doing his best to remain calm, even as he felt himself slowly slipping into the ground beneath him. Freyr offered some distraction as Xochipilli watched him consider options and try to find some resolution to the problem they were suddenly in. Suddenly, he was struck in the face with more of the guacamole, tittering laughter making the sting more emotional than physical. He moved a hand to wipe away the green, glancing back at the table with a frown, but the small spirits therein merely teased him with tongues and grins before readying a volley of chips to follow the dip.
Xochipilli ducked his head as much as he was able, feeling only a few sharp pricks as the projectiles found their target; one elbow accidentally sank into the quicksand, taking his arm nearly up to the shoulder. The leg he'd attempted to test for a bottom to the quicksand pit was also quickly disappearing, the other not too far behind.
"I hate to rush you," Xochipilli called out to Freyr, wincing as more chips were splattered against his face, "but I do believe we're running short of time!"