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The Samuel Adder Campaign Presents: The Red & Black Gala
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 6:09 pm    Post subject: The Samuel Adder Campaign Presents: The Red & Black Gala Reply with quote

The Samuel Adder Campaign presents The Red & Black Gala.



Date: Friday, 22 September 2017
Time: 7:00pm RST
Location: RhyDin Imperial Hotel

The black tie affair is reportedly being talked about as the event of the 2017 election season. Invites have gone out to everyone who is anyone in RhyDin, and the gala is being hosted by The Empress herself!

((More details forthcoming. Get those polyvore sets ready! Event will take place on the boards only.))
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PostPosted: Mon Sep 18, 2017 10:06 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Red & Black gala has taken over the roof of the RhyDin Imperial Hotel. Guests can enjoy the glittering electric and mage lights of RhyDin sparkling below and the bright stars shining above.

There's a space for every party guest: the lounge seating area away from the music for drink and private conversations; cocktail tables arranged nearer to the dance floor where couples can spin about; and gambling tables for those who truly believe in that particular part of Samuel Adder's platform or perhaps they just trust in the god of good luck.




At the center of the roof is a large bar, serving up several specialty drinks:
    *Liquid Cocaine
    *Sinner's Delight
    *Bloody Torture (shots)
    *The Hobnob




Servers travel around with trays of rich cheese and decadent chocolate delights: bonbons, truffles, and little cakes. This is not a party for sitting down with the same ten people at a round table making awkward conversations.

Mingle. Drink. Eat. Indulge.





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PostPosted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 10:13 am    Post subject: Reply with quote



The Empress was in her element at the gala, playing hostess with an effortless grace and charm. There were cheek kisses to exchange, dances to be stolen, and drinks to share. She even spent some time at the gambling tables, laughing sweetly when she was accused of being too lucky to bet against.

All night long, she directed conversations smoothly towards the man of the hour, Samuel Adder. The faerie made many introductions and convincing arguments regarding why he was the real future of RhyDin.

He saw the true potential of their city and her people.

He wouldn't be satisfied with the same ol' same ol'.

He could help them get past the tumult of the last few years.

He would deliver them to a brighter, more prosperous future.
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 11:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote



Also in attendance were August Ellington and his wife, Sarah Kay Mackenzie, CEO and CFO respectively, of Cryptech Aviation in the Stars End business sector.

The couple spent a great deal of time and no small amount of money at the gambling tables, as well as indulging themselves with food and drink while rubbing elbows with some of Rhydin's other elites.
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 2:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Former Governor Sheridan Driscol was in attendance! He spent quite a bit of time schmoozing with anyone and everyone who would tolerate his company. An exorbitant amount of his money was wasted on gambling, a vice he could never break free of no matter how many years of his life had passed. Of course he also drank, in excess. By the end of the evening he had to be escorted off the premises and dumped into a cab, because he had passed out drunk in a corner, the party had ended, and the clean up crews wanted to do their work.


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Millicent was a vision. And it was a very specific sort of vision-- something that appealed to and showcased Rhydin in general. In that, Millicent was quintessentially and eerily fey-like and fantastical. She had white skin and snow-white hair, and one likely expected to find pointed ears or fairy wings. But she had neither. She was a paradigmatic and exemplary human girl that had been caught in the light of the moon. (Almost never venturing out in full sunlight helped as well. The Victorians believed alabaster skin to be a sign of good breeding and old money - of which, Millicent also had neither.) However, in the dark, Millicent seemed to glitter of her own accord like star-light but it was just a trick of the eye (and sometimes the heart). Her attendance at the gala would be unexpected. She had been known for being a recluse as of late, particularly after her sojourn overseas and her strange solo album that had been released on her hiatus. But for those that heard she was there, and went to look for her (especially papparazi and fans), they would have anticipated a glittering Millicent Grim in sparkling haute couture sequins and living art. But that's not the Millicent that appeared tonight. And the speculation as to why and what this was about would garner both Millicent and her date, Sinon Lagos, more attention than either would have liked.

Millicent's white hair tumbled down around her in loose, romantic waves. Her usually tumultuous and coiling tresses were straightened and styled for a formal evening but she still looked like the ethereal siren she was known to be- her heart-shaped face framed by that barely tamed, achromatic mane. Her brilliant absinthe coloured eyes were rimmed in a smoky cat eye that was dramatic and yet elegant- reminiscent of the runways of Alexander McQueen. Her gaze was heavy and intense, a symptom of the artist in her, but for the most part of the evening she would lay that assiduity only upon one person - in mirth, in excitement and in adoration. Her petal-shaped lips were nude, the faintest ash-pink to their porcelain doll shape. Something about her was immaculate, while at the same time careless and wild. She was not royalty after all, she was a musician.

Tonight, instead of the more likely black, Millicent had chosen red. Millicent rarely wore colour, but the man that she arrived with had inspired her on more than one occasion. The influences of Sinon were obvious, and would be discussed for weeks to come in tabloids and fashion magazines. Her attendance at the event in general was due to him. [Dangerous hands slipping an invitation across a formal dining table adorned with the redest of wine, antique silverware and sabayon.] The flippant, effervescent girl was dressed in a lush, raw silk, blood-red dress. It was long, and form fitting and spoke of tangos and old Hollywood starlets. Millicent's lithe, feminine frame with long limbs and narrow wrists and waist was necessary to remain glamorous in a gown that was neither sparkly nor art. It hugged her form into both lines and curves. The bodice was boned into chique angles while the dress hugged her lower body into violin-curves and art-deco shapes. The dress was tailored to hug her small frame, clinging to her thin middle and pert bottom while flouncing out at the hem with a long flair of a train. The train was lined at its edge with red lace that made it look like it ended in fire. The same sultry red lace peeked out of the corsetted top at the soft corners beneath her arms, making little triangles of peek-a-boo lace that ended in spaghetti straps that reached up and over her milk-white collar bones and shoulders. The flat edges of the bodice was bisected by a triangular cut that reached down between her breasts, exposing only three fourths of those white curves, just enough to catch the eye but remain a reasonable homage to a more elegant era. The back of the dress was fastened with a long row of cloth wrapped, perfectly round buttons that belonged on opera gloves. She accentuated the look, and made it quite her own, with a baby-pink fur stole, also lined in the same red. This she carried in a crooked arm, the one that was free. The other was more often than not hooked in the arm of, or wrapped around the waist of, her Sinon Lagos.

Sinon had also provided her with two appurtenances- the frosting on this proverbial cake. [Red velvet, Marshmallow fluff, cotton candy and leather-accord ownership.] One she held in her delicate piano player's fingers for the entirety of the night, held it with that pink stole. This was an art deco, Lalique (original) hand bag embroidered with the body of a snake. The snake's figure tied into elegant knots on the bag itself, and wound up to the clasp of the bag. Here, the bag fastened with a pleasing "click" between the nuzzling heads of two ornate and geometric serpents - their mouth's agape - a lover's quarrel between the ends of a two headed serpent. This serpent bag was a motif that was also executed in the necklace that encircled her pale white swan (singer's) throat. Around her neck was an antique (ca. 1890s), white gold and diamond serpent. The snake was intricately constructed with art deco details that presented masterly planes to be encrusted in perfect white diamonds. The diamonds glittered and threw rainbows across her collar bones and neck, the most glaring of reflections cast by the tip of the serpent tail that spilled out of the viper's mouth and drizzled down her chest, almost to the top of her breasts, ending in a large, heritage diamond. These immaculate adornments (and Millicent's presence) symbolically announced Sinon's ...connection with this girl to anyone that spoke to them that night. This was done through, among other things, writing his name, his essence, and his influence around that delicate throat.


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 8:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The scoop-backed dress in blood red exposed the fine knots of Eden's spine. Nicks and imperfections--scars attributed to motocross racing--stood proudly under the wing of her shoulder blade and low on her back. She was not flawless, although the elegant dress created a temporary, convincing illusion.

She arrived on the arm of her debonair husband; he wore black, sleek and stylish, in keeping with the gala's theme.


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Mallory's hair was her clearest physical change since this weekend, when she'd accepted a job offer with the Adder campaign she found very difficult to refuse. They'd trimmed her hair, styled it with care, and dyed it blonde for the first time in her life. The piercings were new, too, one for her septum and a number for her ears, as well as every single thing she wore, from the tailored tuxedo to the pentagram cufflinks to the high-heeled Oxford shoes.

She was without her usual accoutrement of rings and bangles, namely her thorny silver ring, but she had another set of thorns for the evening: roses, vivid red, always close at hand even after giving any number away. Mr. Adder proudly introduced her as "my favorite Seer," and welcomed investors, merchants, gamblers, or merely the adventurous and curious to peer into the future with her. She read cards, delivered flowers, and with a pinprick of her blood with a thumb pressed to a thorn, whispered a single sign of things to come.

She kept this up until the last guests left, lingering with a number of other young, talented individuals in Mr. Adder's employ until there were no guests left to cajole or entertain. She made no small talk, drank little, ate less, and kept the same level, polite, fractional smile steady on her face until the evening was done.

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Before the arriving guests headed inside the hotel, they'd be greeted by a few friendly young women in red hooded cloaks, handing out leather-bound booklets entitled Tenets of the True Rulers as well as a letter attached to the front.



Friends,

By attending this gala tonight, you honour Samuel Adder.

By attending this gala tonight, you are contributing to the corruption of this realm, either directly by supporting their cause, or indirectly, by standing idly by as the world decays and rots around you.

Mr. Adder serves as a tool for the elite -- a wolf in sheep's clothing whose only aim is the enrichment of himself and his cohorts. His entire platform as a public servant amounts to nothing more than the continual bilking and suffering of the working class, for the benefit and amusement for those ruling above.

We need this hypocrisy and corruption to end. No longer can we allow for our leaders to cackle with cocktails in hand, standing tall with their designer shoes drenched in the blood of the oppressed.

We need to root out the evil.

We need to embrace the good.

We need TRUE RULERS.

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The man of the hour was in his element that evening, holding court atop the RhyDin Imperial Hotel. He lingered in his introductions, shaking hands long enough for more questions than just a name, giving stage-whispered jokes well within earshot, and sitting or standing at tables with couples and small groups to dig into their questions and chase his most burning question: what is it that I can provide you -- what is it that you want?

He wasn't shy about politics, expounding on the merits and interrelationship of entertainment and tourism and a healthy night life, and delving into the historical examples he knew of the pitfalls that came from policing so-called vices.

And he indulged in a little gambling! He lost money with good humor, he made a little back, and he lingered at the blackjack tables most of all.

As the evening drew closer to a close, though before any of the guests but those in the greatest hurry had left, he stood to give a toast.

"Citizens of RhyDin! Voters, supporters, intrigued parties, and the few effusively charming critics out there," he added with a wink. "I want to thank you all for coming out tonight, for showing your support, for giving me your questions, and most of all, letting me meet and find out a little more about you all. I hope I get to find out so much more about all of you lovely, wonderful people in the weeks ahead, and in the year ahead!

"Because two weeks from now, with your help, I will stand before you as Governor Samuel Adder! And I promise to be your humble servant, building the great city we call home into the place I know it is at its heart -- a place where even your wildest dreams can come true.

"To RhyDin, and to our dreams! May we see them realized."

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 9:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Ransom arrived at the gala with his wife, Eden, in the possessive curl of his arm. Together, they fit the theme of the evening to perfection: where she was a carnal and tactile vision in deep, arterial red, he was her after-image, a sleek and sensuous shadow sketched out in lines of varied black.

Whether a turn or three on the dancefloor, a test of luck at the gambling tables, or a show of charm in conversation with other business owners and would-be politicians, they glided through it all with a cocktail in hand and a glimmer in their eyes. Throughout the night, Ransom traced the butter-soft leather of his gloved hand along the lattice-work of scars decorating Eden’s skin and caressed the delicate knobs of her spine beneath the silken, sable cascade of her hair.


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The Corpse Detective came to the Gala by foot. Dressed in a Simple Tuxedo he actually did not seem at all out of place.



He would meander through the crowded, smiling and shaking hands. He would of course, seek out and greet the man of the hour as well.

Of particular interest to him were the women in red, he would chat with them, collect one of their booklets asking a few pointed questions about the Tenets of the True Rulers.

He also took note of Mallory, the change was surprising to him. He would greet her as he greeted everyone else at the party, only he would carefully palm a business card passing it to Mallory via handshake. He didn't want to do anything too overt, but this recent change he had seen in both Mallory and Eri seemed almost too sudden to be natural. Eri was a good friend of his and he hoped he could help in some way.

He would spend his evening drinking and people watching, and being politely social.
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The Lagos Prince arrived with his companion exactly on time, delivered by personal limousine and ushered out by a driver who seemed unamused at the ostentatious demonstration of wealth. Sinon had words with him, quietly, as he helped Millicent Grim out of the back seat; they spoke in terse Latin, and then the driver and limousine drove off. "He does not enjoy this city," Sinon told Millicent with a conspiratory whisper. "Too many things I will not let him eat." Sinon clearly found this funny, though he didn't mean it as a joke. The black eyed immortal walked Millicent into the Gala without another remark, though he chuckled at the woman outside without pausing to listen to her.

Inside he was all sharp smiles and amused looks, making polite conversations with anyone he did not know [which was practically everyone], and impolite conversations with anyone he did [and by process of elimination --- ]. Two or three times a stranger complimented him on his choice of suit, remarking that the fabric of his red jacket dazzled when it caught the light just perfectly, or that pinstripes suited him; Sinon smiled at the compliments, but always brought Millicent to their attention ["The necklace has a tragic story behind it, but this wholly the wrong environment for such talk. But it is so beautiful on her, is it not?"]. Occasionally he remarked to Millicent about someone he saw ["I imagine we should hello to that man, as this is in his honor, though I would suggest we are careful with what we say around him."] or something that caught his attention ["How eagerly people trade blood for fortunes."], but for much of the night he simply enjoyed the presence of the woman on his arm, the girl he kept in sway. From the way others watched her, to the way he could hold her captive with nothing but a quiet, secret whisper; the crowd might be here for Samuel Adder, but Sinon was here for Millicent Grim. To show her to others, to see her before others, to have, and be had. There was a level of perpetual contact between the two. Even on the rare moment she was not on his arm, he kept a hand on her lower back or shoulder, as if he couldn't bare the alternative.

That they left early would have been at no surprise to anyone.
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Colleen opted to wear something understated. She wanted to blend in not stand out in the crowd. When she was approached by one of the young women in red cloaks, she quietly thanked her for the booklet and paused to read the attached note. A little smile appeared when she finished it. "Fascinating." That was what she said, but it wasn't all she was thinking. With the court mask expression now carefully in place, she gathered the hem of her gown and made her way up to the party.

She nursed a glass of white wine as she listened to bits and pieces of conversations. She made sure to greet the hostess then, like Cinderella, she was on her way out before the last stroke of midnight.
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Ebon arrived at the Gala with Phen, both of them looking refined but not ostentatious in their attire. She wore a sapphire-blue gown with a pendant necklace and matching earrings, both hand-crafted by Phen herself. Ebon was decked out in a black tuxedo with white shirt and a bow tie that matched his wife's gown.

They mingled among the attendees, trading smiles and pleasantries with everyone. At one point in the evening, stepping out for a bit of fresh night air, Ebon even took the opportunity to speak with the woman in red, with her intriguing pamphlets.

It was a fine evening.
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Politics in RhyDin are far from Sira's thing, but the gala was an excuse to dress up and go out. She would show up a little later into the evening once the crowd had swelled and she could ghost through as just another face in the sea.

For part of the evening she'd keep a silver faux fur stole wrapped modestly around her shoulders, but eventually she'd check it and the whole of rather daring (for her) dress could be seen. From the front it looks like a fairly plain evening gown, a drape of clingy red fabric. The back however features a daring dip of transparent nude fabric, so thin it almost looked like the crystal features were glued right to her skin instead. The cut out included almost the entire side of the dress from hip to shoulder.

Sira'd drift and mingle a little, and try to avoid any actual political dealings, including the red hoods outside as well as the man of honor. She had never been a socialite like her mother, but she'd learned a few tricks of navigating parties.
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Nick Cross wrote:
The Corpse Detective came to the Gala by foot. Dressed in a Simple Tuxedo he actually did not seem at all out of place.



He would meander through the crowded, smiling and shaking hands. He would of course, seek out and greet the man of the hour as well.

Of particular interest to him were the women in red, he would chat with them, collect one of their booklets asking a few pointed questions about the Tenets of the True Rulers.

He also took note of Mallory, the change was surprising to him. He would greet her as he greeted everyone else at the party, only he would carefully palm a business card passing it to Mallory via handshake. He didn't want to do anything too overt, but this recent change he had seen in both Mallory and Eri seemed almost too sudden to be natural. Eri was a good friend of his and he hoped he could help in some way.

He would spend his evening drinking and people watching, and being politely social.


Mallory's words to the private eye in reply to his greeting seemed no different from anyone else's, and the business card he'd pressed into her palm disappeared up her sleeve with a cartomancer's grace.

But before he left, and once he looked like he was thinking about leaving, Mallory approached him again, fresh from a reading at a lounge table whose patrons still wore bemused grins and whispered to each other at the dark omens she'd given them.

"Detective Cross," she said, gracing him with the same eerily steady smile she'd given everyone else that evening. "My employer has an eye for many great talents, as a man of great talents himself; mine is the Sight. Would you care for a reading?" With one hand, she gestured to a recently emptied cocktail table. In her other hand, palm-up, she held a fine old deck of playing cards, Renaissance-era or deliberately painted in a similar style.

The detective raised an eyebrow at Mallory's approach, then grinned at what she had to say. "A reading? Why not? I wonder what the cards will have to say about a dead man." He moved over to the cocktail table and pulled out a chair for Mallory. Once she was seated, he settled himself into the chair across from her.

He examined her face for a moment, then looked down at her hands, watching intently.

"I can't say I've ever participated in one of these before."

Mallory's smiles remained nothing but polite, carefully schooling her reactions to his words, as she did with everything else right now.

"The Pillars of Fate," she said, once she was fully settled. She shuffled the cards as she explained. "First, we'll see how many pillars your fate stands upon. Then, we will divine the nature of each pillar -- I will begin to draw cards into a pile, then you tell me to stop when you feel that aspect of your future has been realized."

She shut her eyes, one hand curling faintly around the thorny rose that appeared when summoned, and as she squeezed, she sifted through the cards one last time.

Her eyes slid open. Her smile widened, though only fractionally. "Please... take the card off the top, and show it to me."

He watched her carefully, studying her hands, her face, and her body language. He drew the top card and showed it to her. The eight of spades, with only one number in the top right corner, and every spade pointed in the same direction. He smirked strangely, not quite sure what to make of this.

Mallory dipped her head: "Your fate stands upon eight legs, like a spider. Fitting, in a way."

He watched her intently as she began the pillars, drawing one card after another, piling them up. He looked up a moment into her eyes to find her staring right back at him. "Right there. Stop." She turned the cards over, revealing a six of hearts, a two of clubs, and a queen of diamonds, none of them inverted.

She began a second pile, glancing up as soon as the first card was placed. “Stop.” The ace of spades.

“Stop.” The nine of hearts, inverted.

“Stop.” The two of hearts and the five of diamonds, both inverted.

He looked about the room quietly to see if they'd caught the attention of any of the other party goers, but after a few initial glances, they seemed to have moved on. Her earlier readings had all been far more ominous, comically so, and performed with far more flair. He looked back at her, and she resumed placing cards.

“Stop.” The kings of clubs and spades, both inverted.

“Stop.” A pair of nines, diamonds and hearts.

“Stop.” A ten of clubs and a jack of spades.

“Stop.” A seven of spades and a queen of hearts.

Having presented the set, she spread her hands and smiled magnanimously: "Behold, your fate. When you look down from the edge into the darkness... mind your feet."

She gave him the space of a few moments, to take in his fortune (and the values of the cards) before she began shuffling them back into the deck.

He frowned at all the cards on the table before him, trying to decipher their meaning. He was definitely feeling out of his element… until something clicked. Tartarus. He grinned at her. "Very interesting, Mallory. I was afraid all my dating prospects ended with my demise. When we finally meet, I know just the place to take her."

Mallory’s smile widened a fraction as she swept the cards back into the deck, but her reactions revealed nothing. She could only hope he’d understood. "Thank you so much for letting me read your fortune. May it bring you better luck in the days to come."

((Adapted from play with Nick Cross! Thanks, Nick!))
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Ancelin had wandered off for a minute. He had a tendency to do that, disappearing and then resurfacing in his own good time. There was no rhyme or reason to it, just sometimes he was there and sometimes he wasn't.

Tonight he was.

Looking sharp in the crisp clean lines of an actual tuxedo, the polished effect was somewhat ruined by his ostentatious hairstyle, but whatever. He had a friendly smile for everybody he encountered, danced with anybody who looked like they might want to, and probably flirted with half a dozen people or more. He accepted the book and the letter from the lady in red outside, and probably asked as many questions as she felt like answering. It can be assured that if he got a chance to corner the man of the hour, the candidate was bombarded with at least as many.

He did not accept a fortune from the hot blonde in the tuxedo, but he may well have tried to get her number.

Whatever his luck at the gambling tables had been, he left in equally as buoyant a mood as when he'd arrived. It was impossible to say how many people might have left with him, but odds were good that if he could, he'd accumulated an entourage.


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“Seriously Tim, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Penny tried to interject when her ward and landlord brought up The Red & Black Gala.

“It’s for the Elite. The Important. The Who’s Who of the whole city will be there. Which means that I, of course, should be there.”

“You aren’t going to even know anyone who’s there,” Penny reminded him.

“Which is the best time to make new friends, when you don’t know anyone.” Tim declared.

“You really don’t understand the whole purpose of witness protection program and secret identity, do you? A ****ing faerie is hosting the event!”

“You just said that no one there is even going to know me. Old, secret or otherwise. Besides, what can go wrong when I will have my lovely body guard standing watch nearby?”

Penny pinched the bridge of her nose as her brow furrowed and eyes closed. This would be the second faerie hosted event in as many days that wormed its way onto her work (never social) calendar. There was a rustle of fabric as the wizard tried counting backwards from ten to zero as she breathed.

When she opened them, she could see Tim holding up a black dress on a hanger in one hand, and a pair of high heels. “…What is that?” she asked.

“It’s your dress. Don’t you like the stars? It reminded me of space. There was a shortage of red and black dresses, since everyone is going to the Gala. Go get dressed, I don’t want to be late and I still need to finish putting on my tux.” Shooing Penny out the door and towards the general direction of her tower. “And no weapons. Or well, obvious ones I guess. Just put some magic stuff in a purse or something if it’ll make you feel better. I’m not going all the way out there only to have to be turned away. I need to look respectable Penny.”

Penny gave him a blank look, followed by a slow blink. When she spoke, her tone was dry, “So what you’re saying is: No axe.”

“No axe.” Tim repeated, agreeing vigorously.



* * * * *

When they arrived outside of the hotel, Tim gave a look to the women in the red cloaks and murmured aside to Penny, “Friends of yours?”

He couldn’t see the flat look of her eyes behind a pair of black round spectacles she’s slipped on earlier though. Penny accepted a booklet, but only read the letter penned to the front as they headed inside to ascend to the rooftop party. The booklet itself would likely be read after the evening was over.

Penny did well to keep to herself, loitering a few paces away from Tim as he mingled as he wanted and she watched him gorge himself on drinks and the occasional chocolate, leaving him to indulge in the party’s offerings enough for them both. To give a better illusion that she was just another party guest, she did carry a martini glass, but it was too easy to spill the drink contents and never taste it. Drinking on the job wasn’t an option of course.

Overall, she was utterly stoic, perhaps even playing a part of a mute, though that part would be ruined should any of the few she knew by name happened by and approached her. For those she did know, a small smile would be given, and maybe a comment on how nice they looked and she hoped to see them at another time. For those she did not know, Penny did not hesitate to simply stare blankly and then walk away from them. In another life, she probably should have been a looming but silent shadow.

At one point in the evening when Tim had realized the importance of pacing himself through his drinks and catching his breath after a few too many spins about the dance floor with an affluent looking Elvish woman, he sided up beside Penny. “Woo, see? Nothing to worry about. I think I might try to get her number. She looked impressed when I told her I had my own castle.”

Rolling her eyes, Penny reached out to take the glass Tim had just taken from a passing tray and was turning to request for a bottle of water, but became silent when the man of the evening rose to issue a toast. As he spoke, Penny tipped her head slightly, just enough to allow the glasses she wore to slip far enough down the slope of her nose to see easily over their rims. She considered her options. Wizard’s Sight was a tricky thing in Rhydin, where everywhere almost everyone was something that wasn’t typical. Anything looked upon via the Sight would be forever etched in stone in her memories, so she had to really really really think something was important to see when she used it. Her stomach tightened, a flash of nervousness swept over her, but she managed to shove it back down to a dark recess of her mind. She had to know. She had to open up her Sight.

It took only a second of focus and issued will to open it. And it took less than that for Penny to reach out beside her to Tim and dig her nails into the sleeve of his tux in a mildly awkward way to hold on to him. Curling dark horns rose from Samuel’s temples, teeth sharp enough to shred through flesh and bone, cloven hooves and a long whip-like tail ticked back and forth. Then the eyes, long horizontal pupils surrounded by a pulsating green fire, all together made the bottom of her stomach drop out.

Archdevil?!

NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

GET OUT OF THERE PENINNAH.

Slamming shut her eyes and the Sight, just in time for the crowd to cheer and tip their drinks up for the end of the toast, Penny turned back to Tim. He already looked a little concerned, or maybe confused, seeing as how Penny didn’t normally hold on to him. “We’re leaving now. Put down your drink and escort me to the elevator without question or a scene.” Words clipped and low for his ears only.

“But I haven’t--,” Tim started.

Penny didn’t have to repeat herself, but her hand on his arm did turn and twist his wrist into an uncomfortable angle until he got his feet moving. Luckily, he hadn’t made a startled gasp and their exit would pull little to no attention their way.

It didn't look like Tim was going to get that Elf's number.
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 21, 2017 3:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote



Ed Smith, Beltane’s Knight of Roses, arrived on the arm of a golden-eyed prince, decked out in old world fashion, an ensemble that was entirely red with a few gold embellishments. His date, Goshen, wore black. In a crowd full of so many traditionally dressed, he probably stood out, with his gold painted nails and flamboyant threads. He was neatly groomed but his hair was unbound, falling in black waves a little past his shoulders. For anyone whose eye he caught, he wore a smile, but none so lavish and full of affection as the one he turned on Goshen freely and frequently throughout the entire evening.

Immediately he recognized Mallory; she couldn’t fool him with a dye job. The smile he offered her was a little more tense than the others, and he made it a point to avoid her proximity as much as possible. As curious as he might have been about his fortune, he really wasn’t comfortable having it told to him by her.

Of course he made it a point to greet the hostess, telling Jewell how lovely she looked. Something about the politician made him uncomfortable, however, and he couldn’t bring himself to meet his eye. His was a dominating presence. He made Ed’s nose twitch. The boy squirmed, eager to distance himself from the man and get some air. He used wanting to dance with Goshen only partly as an excuse.

Abby had warned him to keep his wits about him, so as tempting as they were he avoided taste testing anything that looked even remotely alcoholic. It helped that Goshen didn’t have a very high opinion of the alcohol in the first place. There was no resisting the chocolate, though. Ed ate more than his fair share of the treats available.

There were several other people he recognized, such as Penny and Nick and Ancelin. He greeted them with a brilliant smile and exuberant wave, though opportunity to chit chat with them did not present itself. He recognized former governors from old papers he had read, and frankly they made him feel a little star struck. More than once he felt as if he didn’t belong among these people, the city’s elite, most rich and powerful. If not for Goshen, he thought he would have made a fool of himself, and fled before ever making it to the top!

Despite the lingering sense of foreboding that stuck to him from the day before, Ed did enjoy himself. He mostly had Goshen to thank for that. Glued to the young man’s arm the entire evening, the smile he wore had never faltered. He left in his company, in high spirits.
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Unlike others with agendas in mind, Zan saw the announced gala as nothing more than the opportunity for a fun night out with his date Verity. He'd wear his finest (and only) tux and try to blend in as an appropriate adult.

He'd stop and chat with the creepy Little Red Riding Hoods out front, especially when he saw them peddling some holy book. He urged them to talk to Verity, because she had been trying to corrupt him with premarital sex.



Inside, he'd make conversation with anyone who got in his way and have some teasing comments for folks like Nick and Jewell the hostess with the mostest since she looked a little familiar, before trying to convince Verity to sneak off into some darkened room for some inappropriate adult antics.
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The dress and bag were borrowed. The ****-me heels were not. They were also quite good at keeping her well away from proselytizers, thank you very much, Zandrick. Though she knew nearly nobody, it didn't keep her from socializing halfway decently. That may have been the alcohol. Alcohol always helps. Especially if your date is Zan.
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Canaan stood outside of Rhydin’s luxurious Imperial Hotel and smoked an entire cigarette while watching the red cloaked females pass out their leather bound treatises. When finished, he paused long enough on the stairs to accept one of the tracts and scan its cover letter, expressionless right up until he reached the end.

“Root out the evil,” he read aloud. Cane shared with the girl an amused smile as the booklet was pressed back into her waiting hands.

At the party he took up residence at the bar, alone, notably lacking any sort of date. This, however, did not appear to put a damper on his mood. Well versed in the art of socialization, the Cajun made conversation with all those around him that were receptive, discussing everything from the weather to the ineluctable topic of politics. He tried each specialty drink offered, divested the servers of their confections every time one came within arm’s reach, shook hands with other business owners, and laughingly declined the invitations to join their gambling tables, citing a long history of terrible luck.

His various interactions seemed to carry Cane to every corner of the party and eventually brought him into the orbit of the evening’s delectable hostess: Jewell Ravenlock. For a short time they pretended the other guests did not exist. Indulging themselves in one another most selfishly, they whirled expertly around the dance floor for two whole songs, hands roaming, stealing glances and kisses alike.

It was with no small amount of reluctance that he shifted his attention from the beautiful Empress to the man of the hour when he teasingly drew attention to their shameless flaunting of sexual tension. Jewell introduced Cane to Samuel Adder, who appeared to be utterly delighted to make his acquaintance. After the two exchanged pleasantries, Mr. Adder beckoned to the smartly dressed Mallory St. Martin.

“A rose for the man, Mallory.”

“Good evening, Mr. Devillier,” Mallory said. “I’m so happy you decided to join us.”

Samuel waited for the young woman to produce the flower before continuing. “I’m so sorry to have taken her from you so abruptly... I’m sure she had an unforgettable time at Panacea, but given her options... I felt confident she’d make the right choice.”

Cane’s unwavering smile only grew. He looked from Adder to the witch. “I’ve always told her that if she was patient, great things would come. And now they have.” When Mallory offered up the rose, he took it with a dip of his head in thanks, but gestured with his free hand to the deep purple belladonna boutonniere pinned to the sleek, black lapel of his suit coat. “I’m not sure it will match.”

Mallory managed a quarter-smile for her former boss, no more expressive than she’d been throughout the entire evening.

“It’s perfect for you, though.” Cane gave the rose to Jewell and bent to brush a kiss across her cheek. “Now if you’ll all excuse me, I’ve another gift to deliver.” He reached into his coat and came back with a sprig of dead, graying snapdragons. “Good luck, Mal. Mister Adder.”

The Cajun took his offering to a woman who was seated at the very fringe of the party. She was a perfect, fearsome vision, beautiful in Her utterly stoic plainness. “Innomé,” he called Her. Cane crossed the threshold of Her radiant power, the thick and cloying presence of decay that seemed to keep everyone else away, and without ever touching Her, left the withered flower within reach on a nearby table. After honoring her thusly, he was gone.
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In the morning there was a stirring, a crackling charge of the air. Hours grew long and the energy grew swollen. On the fourth hour past noon, it shattered and rippled, pulsated. The change had come, one season for the next. Autumn crawled from its summer womb and spread its aching, chilling shadow across the land.

This was Her season, that of rot and decay, the formation of fertilizer for the earth. The stink of it the sickly sweet of apples and brittle leaves, cinnamon and campfires. She brought it with Her, for it was Her. Fully charged and awakened, at Her strongest and most formidable. What a day to choose to host a party.

It was almost as if She were summoned, but none had the capacity to compel one such as Her.

He would have come, had it been any other hour, any other day. The one who played hostess, She knew, was one he held in high regard. An inkling of curiosity and, perhaps, gratitude for the tributes he heaped at the base of her throne, inspired an honorary manifestation of presence.

Red were the leaves and red was the blood.

Black was the soil, and the dark of her eyes.

She fashioned her dress of nature’s refuse, stitched it together with raw, devastating energy. Come not near, said the rustle of fallen leaves. Copper chime chased her otherwise silent, barefoot steps. The sigh of the breeze in her passing carried the whispery rattle of bones. Everything beneath her shrank and shriveled, reduced to so much dust.

Which is why She dared not move, most assuredly did not mingle.

There was a place, on a chair, or at least the ghost of one, on the fringes. She claimed it hers, a place to sit and watch. Only a very select few She deigned to acknowledge, a respectful dip of chin for Colleen, a regal nod for Canaan. Not a single word did She share, but for this:

“My son,” She was overheard saying, when chance did arise to directly speak with Jewell, “sends his regrets.” There was a weight in her pause, silver and gold glinted in her too dark eyes. “I come on his behalf.”

For a time She existed in this place. She watched. She bore witness.

In the latest hour, on a blink, when no one was looking but then chanced to look again, She was gone, as if having never been at all.

So too vanished a small bouquet of dried snapdragons.


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In keeping with the chromatic theme of the evening, Goshen arrived in perfect complement to the arresting beauty on his arm. He wore a handsome, dark Italian suit made of luxe wool that featured a notch-lapel jacket with a two button closure left open over crisp white dress shirt and fitted slacks, an ensemble that accentuated every sinuous line and curve of his evocative, youthful build. Slim, sharp ambrosial features, bright eyes and copper hair, his was magnetic beauty that recalled the haughty superiority of prince like regality.

Together they were the blistering dawn and the gloaming; advent and conclusion. One could not be without the other, a fact made evident by the proprietorial nature of their interactions throughout the evening: the firm hold Goshen frequently made on the younger boy’s trim hip as they made polite conversation with others, the way he commanded the boy’s attention with nothing more than a flash of penetrating eyes or the curve of a silken smile, and how he murmured to him in warm, sotto voce that demanded close proximity. Goshen openly luxuriated in the certainty that Ed remained in all things attractively pliant and obedient to his fingers.

It was a night of shared wide-eyed wonder and adoring gazes, though most of their time on the dance floor was spent choking back laughter for their inability to do more than sway side to side in a tight shape that only vaguely resembled a circle. And when the party drew to a reluctant close in the early hours of the morning, Goshen guided his drowsy date through the line for the elevators, keeping him mostly alert by littering his face and neck with soft kisses and whispered words that dissolved into indistinct sound should anyone near to them appear to be eavesdropping.
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