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tushanshu_logs2012-12-18 07:51 pm
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Entry tags:
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † agent carolina,
- † agent connecticut,
- † agent north dakota,
- † agent york,
- † annabeth chase,
- † ariadne,
- † arthur,
- † asami sato,
- † assorted characters,
- † bruce wayne,
- † bucky barnes,
- † cassandra cain,
- † charles xavier,
- † clark kent,
- † damian wayne,
- † death the kid,
- † dick grayson,
- † dick grayson (comics),
- † dorian gray,
- † eddie rigs,
- † elena fisher,
- † elizabeth sherman,
- † favrielle nó eglantine,
- † garrett hawke,
- † hellboy,
- † jason todd,
- † kara thrace,
- † kara zor-el,
- † kon-el,
- † kurt wagner,
- † lina inverse,
- † logan howlett,
- † lois lane,
- † miranda lawson,
- † molly carpenter,
- † namorita prentiss,
- † natasha romanoff,
- † nathan drake,
- † olivia dunham,
- † ororo munroe,
- † peggy carter,
- † pepper potts (mcu),
- † peter parker (animated),
- † rikki barnes,
- † santo vaccarro,
- † sir mandorallen,
- † stephanie brown,
- † stephanie plum,
- † steve rogers,
- † terrance ward,
- † tommy shepherd,
- † tony stark (mcu),
- † victor borkowski,
- † wally west
[OPEN] Midwinter Masquerade
Characters: EVERYONE
Date: Forward-dated to Friday, December 21st
Location: Water Sector
Situation: Midwinter Masquerade!
Warnings/Rating: None in the entry, please tag your threads accordingly.
It's well into the evening of the Longest Night when guests begin to arrive at the Midwinter Masquerade. The building where it is held, a large and elegant building, sits in the Water sector at the edge of a canal, allowing attendees to arrive by foot, boat, and bicycle drawn carts.
Upon approaching the main entrance, guests are greeted by kedan servers who have been contracted for the event. Dressed in white and silver as Winter spirits and snowy creatures, they greet the guests, stow away their coats, cloaks, and other outerwear, and bid them Joy on the Longest Night.
The theme of their costumes becomes quickly apparent upon entering the main room, for Favrielle has put all of her designing genius toward transforming the it into a wintery palace. Pale white drapes hang over the walls of the room and beneath the ceiling, accented with silvery ribbons to simulate icicles. Indeed, most things in the hall are in whites and silvers. The tables are adorned in white table cloths, and matching napkins hold polished silverware within, tied shut with ribbon.
A set of musicians sit to the side of the dance floor, playing quietly as the guests arrive. The stringed instruments produce sweet sounds of a more classical style that adds to the formality of the occasion and sets the mood for the evening. Indeed, it does little more than that for the first part of the evening, by Favrielle's reckoning, is best spent enjoying the arrival of those in costume. After all, with so many masked it's as much an entertainment to see who is dressed in what, as it is to try and guess their identity.
The more observant or socially networked individual might also notice that while most guests are indeed foreigners, there are a few kedan in attendance as well. Invited by Favrielle herself, these kedan are for the most part friends and associates from their shared industry, as well as some few acquaintances she's made in the Fire sector's red light district. In the tradition of the Night Court however, it is not a night of business dealings, even those from the latter group.
As for the hostess herself, she enters only when it seems as if most other guests are present...
[ooc: Due to RL stuff this is going up early! This should give everyone more time to tag in. The pageant beginning will go up now, however the end will go up on the 21st as planned!]
Date: Forward-dated to Friday, December 21st
Location: Water Sector
Situation: Midwinter Masquerade!
Warnings/Rating: None in the entry, please tag your threads accordingly.
It's well into the evening of the Longest Night when guests begin to arrive at the Midwinter Masquerade. The building where it is held, a large and elegant building, sits in the Water sector at the edge of a canal, allowing attendees to arrive by foot, boat, and bicycle drawn carts.
Upon approaching the main entrance, guests are greeted by kedan servers who have been contracted for the event. Dressed in white and silver as Winter spirits and snowy creatures, they greet the guests, stow away their coats, cloaks, and other outerwear, and bid them Joy on the Longest Night.
The theme of their costumes becomes quickly apparent upon entering the main room, for Favrielle has put all of her designing genius toward transforming the it into a wintery palace. Pale white drapes hang over the walls of the room and beneath the ceiling, accented with silvery ribbons to simulate icicles. Indeed, most things in the hall are in whites and silvers. The tables are adorned in white table cloths, and matching napkins hold polished silverware within, tied shut with ribbon.
A set of musicians sit to the side of the dance floor, playing quietly as the guests arrive. The stringed instruments produce sweet sounds of a more classical style that adds to the formality of the occasion and sets the mood for the evening. Indeed, it does little more than that for the first part of the evening, by Favrielle's reckoning, is best spent enjoying the arrival of those in costume. After all, with so many masked it's as much an entertainment to see who is dressed in what, as it is to try and guess their identity.
The more observant or socially networked individual might also notice that while most guests are indeed foreigners, there are a few kedan in attendance as well. Invited by Favrielle herself, these kedan are for the most part friends and associates from their shared industry, as well as some few acquaintances she's made in the Fire sector's red light district. In the tradition of the Night Court however, it is not a night of business dealings, even those from the latter group.
As for the hostess herself, she enters only when it seems as if most other guests are present...
[ooc: Due to RL stuff this is going up early! This should give everyone more time to tag in. The pageant beginning will go up now, however the end will go up on the 21st as planned!]
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People open themselves, when they dance. They are tender, seductive, elated, giddy, anxious, hopeful.
Most people, anyway. It's never hard for her to spot Bruce, and here he stands out to her in ways he wouldn't to most. He is distant; apart. He might have tricked her, once, if she didn't know from experience how calculated his movements were.
He needs, she thinks, to be pulled into the present; to feel some of what he's showing.
So she takes his hand.]
Hi.
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[A simple word, her name. It's the name of an oracle - and there's no question as to what was on Barbara's mind when she chose it. If it had been up to him he would have chosen differently, but now he can't think of her as being anything else.
She looks-- she is beautiful, and for a moment he's simply quiet with a fierce sort of paternal pride he hasn't allowed himself to feel about something so removed from their jobs in years.]
Enjoying yourself?
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Yes. It's...nice.
[Then she frowns, gently stern.]
You - should enjoy yourself.
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He might not like it, but he... recognizes that this form of socialization isn't - and here his lips quirk - going to kill him.]
I'm not?
[An innocent question, to any onlooker, but a gentle reminder from the Batman.]
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Of course. You're - a party animal.
[She understands better, now, why they separate what they do from who they are. It still doesn't come naturally to her. And he takes it so far.]
Found, um. A lot of hot dates?
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There's no one here I'd rather dance with than my daughter.
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Then...let's go.
[As she takes the first step, softly...]
Dad.
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But he does now. And he tugs her close under one arm. The gesture is protective, although there are few people on the face of the planet that need his protection less than she does. But right now, he's not thinking about that.
Right now, she's just his little girl.]
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Cassandra relaxes against Bruce, closing her eyes as she wraps her arms around him. Slowly, she begins to sway to the music.
She's never remembered needing protection, or getting it. She's never remembered feeling precious.
It's nice to be a daughter.]