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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!]
LATELATELATE
She never would have traded places with her, of course, beautiful dress or not - being up on a stage, revealing her face and being the focus of dozens of people, sounds like the opposite of a good time for CT. Still, when the Queen and Prince had removed their masks and revealed their identities at last, beaming at each other and both looking gorgeous, there had been a momentary, unhappy pang in the pit of her stomach.
It's stupid, of course. The whole thing is stupid and fake and CT wishing for a half second that she was wearing that dress, that Mandorallen was looking at her that way, had been the stupidest thing at all.
Even so, she finds herself observing him back from her own spot against the wall as he watches the dance floor, ducking her head quickly despite the mask still covering her face when he happens to glance her way.]
NEVER 2 LATE BB
Granted, CT's a good deal more subtle, but still. He approaches her, raising an eyebrow just slightly. ]
Wherefore dost thou mask thy countenance still, my lady? The hour of the unmasking hath passed.
<333
Is there some law saying I have to take it off?
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I guess you'll just have to keep being curious.
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Thou hast no intention of revealing thy identity? Thou dost tease me.
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[She shrugs, still pleased with herself.]
Maybe I just want to be mysterious.
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[ Still, his smile is wry as he leans in slightly, as if he's about to share a conspiratorial secret. ]
If thou dost wish to remain in the shadows, as thou claimest, thou wouldst do well to learn to stare in secret.
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[Thank god for that mask, because suddenly CT's cheeks are hot and flushed behind it. She gapes for a moment, caught off guard, before she manages to pull herself together again.]
I wasn't staring.
[Or at least, he wasn't supposed to catch her at it.]
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[ He's obviously enjoying the banter, this kind of exchange being something he's used to. ]
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She gapes at him a moment more, mouth opening and closing, and then crosses her arms over her chest, scowling, cheeks still pink under the mask.]
Why would you think I was staring at you, anyway?
[Besides, you know, the obvious.]
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Was I in error, then? Wouldst thou like to correct my mistake, my lady? Perhaps thou couldst point me in the direction of the object of thy fixations, and thus facilitate a proper introduction?
[ His tone is a little lofty, his smile wry, and he starts looking around the room, as though he's going to start pointing out men and calling them over any minute. YOU DON'T KNOW HE WON'T, CT. ]
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Well, she's not going to let it happen today. CT shakes her head, raising her chin and giving him a lofty look on her own.]
I think I can facilitate my own introductions, thanks.
[The smirk reappears on her face, and she cocks her head at him.]
Actually, it seems like you're the one who's fishing for introductions.
[She grins, crossing her arms over her chest, all her earlier smugness returned.]
You approached me, after all.
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Lying may be thy weakness, but thou hast formidable skill in avoiding the question, I see.
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CT shrugs, unconcerned.]
You're avoiding right back.
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Forsooth, thou hast spake the truth. It was indeed I who approached thee, and it would be a lie most unseemly to claim that I am not curious as to thy identity.
[ He smiles at her brightly, giving her an innocent look, and it almost looks genuine. ]
And now I have answered thy questions, but answers from thee doth continue to elude me. So tell me, truthfully -- was it I whom thou wert so conspicuously beckoning with thy gaze, or another? For if it is the latter, I will gladly leave thee be.
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But it's too late now to back out, and she can't really keep acting as if she doesn't know what he's talking about, not and hope that he'll believe it. Besides, he's threatening to leave, and despite all the teasing, she really doesn't want that.
She shrugs, trying to play it off casually.]
I wouldn't say beckoning, exactly.
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What word wouldst thou choose, then?
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She frowns at him, thinking.]
Just...looking.
[she's allowed to look.:|]
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There's a touch of amusement to Mandorallen's smile, and he gives her a sweeping bow -- a little florid, perhaps, but that's what Arends do best. ]
Ah, of course. I shall leave thee to thy observation, then, and not dare to intrude upon thee further.
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I - okay.
[WOW WHAT A LOSER SHE SOUNDS LIKE. She bites her lip, fidgeting.]
I mean. I wasn't.
I didn't mean...to stare at you.
[Or didn't mean to get caught at it, anyway. She mumbles the words, arms crossed over her chest.]
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[ He's clearly embarrassed her, but Mandorallen doesn't seem to react too much. He merely gives her the same patient smile as he bows one last time, just an inclination of his head. ]
Perhaps our paths shall cross anon. It was a pleasure to make thy acquaintance, mysterious friend.
[ His face is totally straight as he says it, but there's something about it that looks amused, somehow. Maybe this is Arendish humor. Arends are widely established to be weird.
As he turns and leaves, he does rather smile to himself. He doesn't know the identity of the masked young woman who had been so keenly staring at him, but he suspects when he finds out it will be interested indeed. ]