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Favrielle nó Eglantine ([personal profile] flawedgoods) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2012-12-18 07:51 pm

[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!]
inshiningarmor: (yes i am the bastard of vo mandor)

[personal profile] inshiningarmor 2013-02-12 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course she is.

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.
tuskenlancer: (pointing)

[personal profile] tuskenlancer 2013-02-12 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can't help feeling a flicker of disappointment at the fact that he's leaving, but she nods, not questioning it and trying not to show it. Better to cut her losses, and not make even more of a fool of herself.]

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.]
inshiningarmor: (CHINHANDS.)

[personal profile] inshiningarmor 2013-02-19 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
If thou art concerned that thou hast given me some offense, I entreat thee to cease thy worry. Thou hast made no such transgression.

[ 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. ]