As the band strikes up Breakin' Up Christmas, the fellow with sword rouses from his drunken slumber, the squid waves all 8 tentacles in the air, a squidlet squidding from the tip of each one. The Orc herder with the walking stick starts thumping her cane in time to the music and Eliza rises up and commences to buck dancing. All the denizens of the Tavern are up and moving toward the door - quite a parade! Out the door they go. Janie grabs a box of kitchen matches on the way out and tosses them to the guy with the sword as she careens down the steps in her wheelchair, deftly saving herself from toppling sideways with swashbuckling moves of her cane.
To tosspot tosses itself out the door with the greatest of ease. Sandra at this moment does not think of the long walk back to down under, caught up in the excitement and drama.
The Prince of Frogs coats himself in auroch grease to avoid going dormant in the cold outside. Some fellow in a cowboy hat and a fine resonant voice to match the fine resonance of his guitar brings up the rear, leading the stringband and trying to stay out of the way of the furiously moving arm of the fiddler.
There is a moment of quiet. A small voice from somewhere in the crowd is heard to say "It's too cold out here, let's go inside."
Even in the chaos of the stampede back into the tavern, folks manage to grab up the fireworks, arsenal, etc or whatever y'all want to call it, and the pile ends up, as if by magic, deposited on the floor of the tavern, squarely under the hole in the roof.
The guy with the sword takes a kitchen match from the box. He is pretty sloshed and if it were not for the gnome sitting on top of his hat, it likely would slide off, to be trampled among the dancers.
The swashbuckler lights a match. Squiddy grabs the youngins faster than an eye can blink and ducks for cover in the jello pit.