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tushanshu_logs2013-07-29 10:09 am
ironwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-07-29 10:09 am
open audience
Characters: The Ironwood Emperor and anyone who came to speak with her!
Date: July 29th.
Location: The Palace of Landed Sky
Situation: The expected holding of an audience for any that care to speak with the Ironwood Emperor.
Warnings/Rating: N/A; to be updated if necessary
The hall is still and white, strung with softly glowing lanterns that are strung up high beyond reach. Outside, the sun is at its zenith, and it filters down through the cloudy glass roof to create a brilliant, nearly blinding ambiance.
The floor is marble, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and ruby quartz. It catches the light, and casts strange patterns on the walls.
The room itself is generally still and silent, but that is not the case today. Today, there are tribbles in virtually every nook and cranny, across the floor like a furry carpet gone horribly, horribly wrong. The Emperor is seated on her throne as is normal, her sword sheathed and leaning against the side of it, and every once in a while she clears a tribble away from her skirts. Oddly, today, her mood seems rather more congenial than usual. The calming effects of the tribles, perhaps?
[Actionspam or prose are both acceptable!
Characters will only be admitted into the hall one by one, so there won't be anyone present for anyone else's conversations, and there won't be any 'mingling' in the chamber itself.
By popular demand, we will continue to allow mingling for those waiting for an audience in an antechamber. There is a thread header below to allow for that!]
Date: July 29th.
Location: The Palace of Landed Sky
Situation: The expected holding of an audience for any that care to speak with the Ironwood Emperor.
Warnings/Rating: N/A; to be updated if necessary
The hall is still and white, strung with softly glowing lanterns that are strung up high beyond reach. Outside, the sun is at its zenith, and it filters down through the cloudy glass roof to create a brilliant, nearly blinding ambiance.
The floor is marble, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and ruby quartz. It catches the light, and casts strange patterns on the walls.
The room itself is generally still and silent, but that is not the case today. Today, there are tribbles in virtually every nook and cranny, across the floor like a furry carpet gone horribly, horribly wrong. The Emperor is seated on her throne as is normal, her sword sheathed and leaning against the side of it, and every once in a while she clears a tribble away from her skirts. Oddly, today, her mood seems rather more congenial than usual. The calming effects of the tribles, perhaps?
[Actionspam or prose are both acceptable!
Characters will only be admitted into the hall one by one, so there won't be anyone present for anyone else's conversations, and there won't be any 'mingling' in the chamber itself.
By popular demand, we will continue to allow mingling for those waiting for an audience in an antechamber. There is a thread header below to allow for that!]
no subject
Give it a few centuries.
[The questions are beginning to grate on her. She has little desire to assuage the curiosities of some girl.]
War. They died in war. Now, I believe you know where the door is.
no subject
For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
[For the war? For asking too many questions? She doesn't say. She turns, wading her way back through the tribbles.]