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PostPosted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 11:52 am    Post subject: The Marriage of Figaro Reply with quote

“Oh, Lor’n Skies.” Katarina breathed as the lacing in the back of her bodice was pulled tighter. One person was working on her dress, one on her hair, and another on her face. She could not even twitch or breathe without disrupting anything. Showtime was within the next hour, and the backstage of the theatre showed the pressure. Too many bodies were running around with raised voices, making sure that all props and costumes were to be displayed in perfection.

“I need you to sew this, now!” Christine’s face was red as she held her navy ballet slipper that had a detached ribbon on its side. Though Katarina felt sorry for the woman that Christine yelled at, Katie could not help but smile brightly at her fellow dancer’s poor luck.

“Don’t move your face!” The young woman in front of her scolded and scowled.

“Sorray.” Katarina then winced as she did just as she was told not to do, and made matters worse. “Sorray!” She heard Andy, another dancer’s laughter next to her, and she set her face to remain still so that she did not cause further disruption.

Away from the backstage, the theatre appeared as elegant as ever. Candles of varying sizes brought illumination inside the theatre and down the aisles. Ushers in simple black and white tuxedos appeared polished and patient, waiting for the doors to open and guide people to their seats. The walls and ceiling were made of both dark wood and light marble; designs both simple and bold that naturally drew the viewer’s eyes to the stage.

The lobby was already filled with early guests who anticipated the several grand doors to open. Posters of the play were displayed on the walls next to large candles, and different themes and props were cleverly collaborated to give subtle clues to those that did not know the story. Waiters came around to several groups of people with complimentary champagne flutes and hor’dourves. There were also simple flyers passing around of invitations to the after party directly after the opera.

The exterior of the theatre was bright and alive. Set aglow to set a dramatic ambience, posters were displayed, and some stamped with “sold-out.” As more people drew towards the theatre, the workers could not contain their excitement about the first sold-out production in several months.

“Look, they’re opening the doors!” Christine cried and scurried to the secret viewing of the wall to see the inside of the theatre from backstage. Several performers gathered to these various places, in hopes of spotting friends and family. Katarina was no exception, and despite the irritation of the woman whom had been working on her face, her eyes eagerly sought out for the faces that she had invited, and others.

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 4:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

“Hamish?” Jolyon called as he tried for the second time to tie the bowtie that went with his tuxedo. There being no reply, he went wandering the cold hallways in his bare feet searching out the man. “Hamish?”

To save expense on oil, they did not light many hall lamps, and only some rare ones about the property, so finding a bit of light was good indication someone was there. In the tired, water damaged wall of the family room, he found the man reading. When he entered, rheumy brown eyes looked up from a tatter-edged book. The man had the cheek to whistle and cat call. “What kinda straight jacket is that? Havin’ trouble with your noose, lad?”

Jolyon looked down at his clothes and back up, bow tie forgotten and hung loose about his neck. “It is the formal wear of going to an opening night opera. They don’t wear this around here?” He had not thought to ask Juliane or Katarina what the appropriate attire would be.

“Oh, yeah,” the man set aside his book and using both hands on the arms of the chair, got himself up to stand and mosey his way to Jolyon. “Some wear it. Others will be wearin’ the clothes they’re used to. Doubt you’ll stick out much, but you sure look uncomfortable.”

That did not make Jolyon feel any better. Uncomfortable was not what he was trying to present. “I don’t suppose you know how to tie this tie, do you?”

“I can give it a go,” Hamish muttered, reaching for the two ends and starting to reason out how to tie it and look like it should.

After a few moments of feeling like his windpipe was being crushed, a gag or two of being jabbed in the throat by a thick thumb, the tie was done – poorly. “There you go.” Hamish looked down at Jolyon’s feet, a little blue now for standing on the cold floor. “You should wear something on your feet. It’s cold out there.”

“Yes, thank you,” Jolyon smirked, touching the tie with care. “Thanks for the tie.” He could not feel it was rather clumsily done, but at least it felt straight. He dashed off to claim socks and shoes, top coat and overcoat, plus gloves not daring to be late to meet up with the Smith family. The slick shoes slid across the tile floor as he tried to stop his mad dash, and went running back to his room for the tickets.

He was out again, where the horse was hitched up to a small two seat carriage Hamish and Jolyon had restored the day before. They had come across it, plus other items for the vineyard, in a far shack on the opposite side of the fields. Sitting back in the fresh polished leather seat, he gave a flick to the reins and went off at a brisk trot to the meeting place.
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 2:12 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sure enough there was Sera, several dozens of roses in her slender arms. She was dressed for the occasion and everything! All gussied up in a off the shoulder white silk gown. It wasn't really all that eye catching and very simple. Even the ribbon that worked it's way around her tiny waist was a simple thing of black. Her hair was pinned up though and she wasn't wearing her headdress. She was, however, wearing her shawl which matched very well with the dress.

Violet-tainted blues drift over the huge crowd, nervousness welling up in her stomach. Last time she had been around so many it was close to her ordination to be the keeper. And being there alone..well she was about as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Her eyes lift to the building and up..up..she spied people staring out the window and recognized Ms. Rini. She found that comforting. Smiling she raises a hand and waves. She didn't expect to be spotted in the huge crowd but it never hurt to wave and give support!
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hudson stood in front of the small wardrobe in one corner of his bedroom, regarding its near-emptiness with a frown on his face. When he had come to RhyDin, he’d only been carrying a few changes of clothing in his pack, and none of them had been formal wear. Since arriving and finding Sianna, he hadn’t spared much time to look for more. Now as he lifted out the formal kilt, the shirt and vest and jacket to accompany it, he had to smile.

When he’d found Sianna had a bolt of the Fraiser plaid, he’d asked for eight yards of the fabric. She had given it to him without question; enough searching had turned up a tailor who knew what was required. He’d been planning to keep this for Sianna’s wedding – but it wouldn’t hurt to wear it now. From what Hudson knew of the opera, it would be hard to overdress.

He hadn’t donned formal wear in some time; not since the last wedding among his brothers. It felt strange, but not uncomfortable. When Hudson reached the kilt pin, he paused, turned the long steel pin over and over with net-scarred fingers. His thumb ran across the charging stag’s-head sigil on its head. Johnny had done good work, duplicating the seal from the brooch Hudson wore on his shoulder. Payment for the language lessons, Johnny had called it, despite that Hudson had asked for no such reward.

Thoughts turned and drifted back to an isolated stretch of moor, the solitary house there, and the old, old woman who lived alone. For a bowl of stew and a word of hope about his sister, Hudson had left his own kilt pin behind. The old woman hadn’t asked for that, either. But the great plaid didn’t need a kilt pin, and he hadn’t brought a lesser kilt with him. It had been an easy token to give, and a clearer way to mark his trail if any thought to follow him. For a while, he had thought Cailean might.

A small, rueful smile turned his mouth upwards at the corner, and Hudson’s eyes drifted out the window, in the direction of the sea. Too far from the harbor, with too many houses in the way, there was no way to see the water. After a moment, he shook his head and thrust the kilt pin into place. The formal sporran was the last item, and he made sure to transfer the tickets and enough money for the night to it before he left the house.

The nearby church tower was striking six when he locked the door. He would be in good time to meet Sylvia at the Blue Angel. From there to the opera, and perhaps even on to the after-party Katarina had mentioned. It would be a good night.
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 9:42 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Peredhil absently fingered the two tickets that Katarina had given him last week so that Piper and he could attend her performance. Initially excited about the opportunity to enjoy a night of culture with Piper, Johnny and Sianna, and other friends, last Saturday night's disastrous conversation had put the skids on that plan.

He regretted missing Katarina's performance, as it would undoubtedly be the talk of the town for weeks to come. Besides, it was always fun to see Rhydin's citizens decked out in their finest attire and, at least for the first few minutes, on their best behavior.

Wes entered quietly, waiting patiently until Peredhil acknowledged his presence with a weak smile.

"Make sure she gets these," Peredhil instructed Wes, reluctantly offering his bearded friend the tickets. "I'm sure she'll be able to make use of both of them."

Wes frowned slightly, but he accepted the tickets wordlessly and quickly strode out of the room.

After a final wistful sigh, Peredhil pushed the issue out of his head. There were more pressing issues to deal with at the moment.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 12:38 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

It had been a number of years since Storm had attended an opera. The last time she had gone to the theatre was to see Much Ado About Nothing with Ewan, that was over six months ago. So, it was with great anticipation that she mulled over her appearance. All of Storm’s dresses were just tight enough around her middle to make her uncomfortable, and she did not want to sit and remain uncomfortable for the entire show.

Though his use of formal wear as himself was rare except for the occasional ball in Seansloe or the theatre, Ewan had several pieces for various personas he had to portray over the years. It was rather vexing that he had not brought more of those pieces with him, and in fact, when he had perused the limited selection, decided it best to stay with his own formal attire. It was comfortable, held very few bitter memories, and would not encourage him to start playing a role.

In her rather short notice, Storm had gone to her own realm in hopes that Anne would help assist her in finding something suitable. She was given something more than suitable, and was not going to wear it when she first put it on. The soft and full curves that currently accentuated her physique were showcased in the simple black cut of the dress. It was the simple, lined bead work that covered the bodice and moved to drape over her bare shoulders that had caught her eye. Finishing around her neck like a clever necklace, Storm had placed her crimps and curled up to display the bead work of her dress.

The black suede pants were given the smallest trim in leatherwork detail around the waist. It was mostly hidden by the hip length dark green doublet, the white linen shirt revealed beneath through decorative slashes in the sleeves. Along those lines of slashes the trace of golden ivy leaves embroidered. A simple short ribbon of green tied back his hair. With the polished black boots, concealing some weaponry there as well as beneath one sleeve, he felt himself complete and went to wait for his wife in the family room.

Ever eager to surprise her husband, Storm had even barricaded herself into the necessary room while she dressed and got ready. She was not sure where he was now, but she was certain he was waiting for her to finish so that they could be on her way. She purposely undid the latch that held the bead work that rested on the back of her neck, and opened the door to call out, “Beloved? Can you come here, please?”

At her call, he went to find what it was she needed, letting her know he was on his way by returning the call, “Yes?” There was not much of a statement to make beyond that at first when he met her at the opening of the room and saw the alluring cut of her gown. Brows rose quite high, and he stopped to take in the entire view before he came closer. “Something you need, beloved?” His hands trailed up her arms in tender caress. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She barely noticed his study as she performed one of her own. Her smile became more impish, “I must say you look rather dashing yourself.” Her eyes continue to stare, and it took her a moment to remember that this was supposed to be her time to make him breathless. A smile of inner irony, she motioned to the latch in her hand to held all the bead work together, “Can you latch this for me, please? I cannot seem to do it myself.”

“Aye, I think I can handle that…” and as he moved around to her back, he placed a kiss at the nape of her neck, “it will let me get familiar with the trick of it for later.” There was no mistaking his intentions for later.

She shivered slightly at the kiss to her neck, “Best we go now, before we end up being late. Very late.” It took every ounce of self-control that she had to gently usher him out of the small room. Her grin still impish, she leaned over to whisper to his ear, “Now you have time to think of all the different ways.” She purposely left her sentence vague to let his mind ponder her meanings. She was glad that the walk to the theare would be a cold one.

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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 12:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

“It is the fashion, my lady, I assure you.” Miriam said once again as she tucked in the beaded pin into Sylvia’s hair.

“It just seems ostentatious.” Not only that, but it had been nearly six years since she had worn her hair up off her neck at a formal function. “My neck feels bare.”

A gentle, understanding hand rested on Sylvia’s shoulder a moment. There were no words, but the elder lady communicated much of sympathy in that touch and in the silence. Sylvia looked down at her white gloved fingers resting in her lap. It was such a confusing night. Excitement uppermost in anticipation of a fine night out mingled with the physical memories that swelled discomfort in her stomach.

“Mum,” Cian questioned come up behind her. She felt his hand against the back of her neck. “Why’s your hair up?”

Aidan just grinned over the edge of the table like a pick-a-boo Cheshire cat. “Pretty mommy.”

“Thank you, my little man.” Sylvia smiled and felt some of the hesitating conflict come anew. Naturally Cian would notice the change, though not really know why it was once one way and then another. It was simply different. “Miriam says that it is the way ladies wear their hair in Yransea now.” Not adding when they are widowed tradition allowed them to wear their hair up off the neck once again.

He inspected the work, the curls and pins that adorned her hair rather in the fashion he inspected Lucky-puppy for ticks. With a nod he said, “All right.”

She had to laugh. All right. Whenever in doubt, one of her children would always send the message that things were indeed all right. The queasy uncertainty flopped once more and rested its irritation. “Now,” she faced them, one hand of each in hers, “you be good boys. Avery is our guest, so be respectful of that.”

Whatever respectful meant to Aidan was unclear, but Cian was certain to get the message. She rose with kisses to their foreheads and went out of her room taking the wrap from Miriam’s hands. The carriage outside was the simple travel one, and her guard opened the door for her. When both were settled inside and the tantalizing lurch forward set the carriage in motion, the guard began, “Master Corinsson has arranged for me to wait at his home while you are at the opera.”

“Very good,” Sylvia was glad to hear she was not to be accompanied the entirety of the evening. It was, in her mind, poor use of the guard’s time when she was to be in company of so many others and traveling most of the long distances by carriage.

The rest of the journey was in silence. Sylvia watched the colors of evening and day mix and mingles, playing their exuberant dance along the sky. A self conscious touch of her hair, she cast a glance to the guard who did not look like he noticed. Drifting thoughts of the performance brought a peaceful smile, and in all company to share it with. Friends new and old would be there, and she could, even with her hair up off her neck, feel at ease in their company and just be who she was. Nothing hanging over her for the first time in a long while, the cool feel of breeze on her nape was not the illusionary ax of trouble kissing the skin.

Maneuvering its way through the streets, the carriage came to a halt a short walk from the Blue Angel. The guard exited, took a look around and turned about to offer her help down. A smile bourn of delighted ease moved to whisper her thanks and she turned for the restaurant the beginning of a grand evening.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 12:31 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Izira moved about the inn, dressed in a soft charcoal grey dress that was fitted with a black ribbon about the waist and a line of small black buttons up the center of the torso. Her black heels softly sounding against the hard wooden floors of the inn’s main room. Upon the bar was a small stack of mail, each item having found its way here in one form or another—the various bits gathered to be sorted through when she had the time. Her hair was collected into a bun, the usual rebellious wisps curling to fall against her face and neck. A pen stuck into the bun for safe keeping. She moved easily behind the bar, getting a cup a tea readied then adding in a bit of cream and honey. Silver spoon stirred the contents together then lifted to the lady’s lips to sample. Perfect. Spoon returned to rest against the saucer, tea lifted and sipped with a quiet smile of enjoyment—Izira turned towards looking through her mail.

There was almost nothing of note within the pile, several forms for placing orders and a few letters from people seeking a certain item from her stock and requesting permission to visit the inn along with a number of daily papers from various locations that would be perused later in the day. It was a small blank envelope that caught the lady’s attention, pulling it from the pile carefully. Outwardly it was inspected but revealed nothing of who had sent it or what it contained. Danger was momentarily considered before curiosity won the moment and Izira slid the flap of the envelope open to reveal—a ticket to the opera.

It was an unexpected treat and, it seemed, fairly short notice as the opera was to be performed that very night. Still, Izira smiled widely at the thought of a night at the opera. It would be good for her to go out and with the lights low for the show the lady would not have to be nervous about catching anyone’s attention. Now all she would have to do is decide what to wear.


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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 1:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Marriage of Figaro. Eva paused in front of one of the many posters around the Marketplace announcing opening night. The mid-day sun was finally starting to feel warm again, but it had done nothing to improve her mood. Eva scrunched her nose, and raised a hand to push a strand of hair back from her face. The Marriage of Figaro was a comedy, right? She could use a comedy.

Eva adjusted her course and headed in the direction of the theater. The box office was open, but a young boy was just stamping the words "sold-out" on the posters out front. Eva frowned. It was worth a try, and if she hurried, she'd have enough time to get dressed up and come back in time for opening curtain. She could wear the same dress she wore to the Masquerade Ball. It was appropriate enough. It didn't really matter that she would be wearing the same dress, did it?

The man on the other side of the box office window had bushy white eyebrows, and smiled as she approached. "Can I help you?"

"Are there any tickets available for tonight's opening?"

The man sucked in a breath and grimaced. "Not too much left, I'm afraid. How many do you need?"

"Just one."

"Just one? Then you are in luck."

Eva looked at him, then reached into her pocket for payment. "Yeah. Lucky me."
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 3:03 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Locke came upon his tickets to the opera the way he came upon many of the things in his possession: by winning them in a game of high stakes poker. More specifically, a game of poker that was played in one of the many smoky and blue-fluorescent-lit back rooms of the Star's End Bar. He was able to pass himself off as an alien briefly visiting RhyDin by speaking in broken Common, grinning constantly, and otherwise behaving strangely. He refused to shake the hands of his fellow players, wore a balaclava over his face and insisted no one ask him to remove it, and performed back flips after each hand he won (which was a substantial number). By the end of the evening, he had cleaned up, and one of the other players at the table, a starship captain needing the money he'd lost to make payroll for his crew, had offered him the pair of tickets in exchange for some of his winnings. The ice elf managed to finagle the money for a tuxedo from the man in addition to the tickets, and Locke was on his way to a night at the opera.

Of course, he had made the mistake of waiting until the last minute to head to New Haven and visit one of the higher-end tuxedo rental stores in that district. By the time he had arrived, most of the normal tuxedo styles and colors had been rented out; what remained were coats, pants, and vests in colors ranging from powder blue to lavender to pink, with styles that most men wouldn't have been caught dead wearing a decade ago. Most men weren't Locke though, and although he wasn't planning on wearing something quite as garish as the powder-blue, high-collared outfit he'd worn for the Masquerade, he did want to stand out. So naturally, he tried on just about every tuxedo he thought he might like to wear (and some that he just liked).

One of Locke's favorite things to do was try on clothes. He loved comparing the cuts of different shirts and pants, the weight of fabrics used, the way different colors complimented or contrasted with his pale blue skin. He pranced and preened in front of the three way mirrors, tossed unwanted items back at the sales staff with an air of casual disdain, and clapped his hands giddily at particularly striking outfits. Finally, though, after about 45 minutes of measuring and fitting and trying on countless outfits, the salespeople had had enough. After Locke tried on a champagne-colored, two-button jacket and pants combination and dismissed it (though he thought it'd be aces for another event), they put their feet down, in their polite yet supercilious way. “Sir, perhaps we should go back to something you tried on earlier, and see if you have changed your mind about it.” Locke just pouted at those words.

“But...but I want to try on more!” Their faces were blank, haughty, but there was a gleam in their eyes that suggested what they might do to the ice elf if forced to pick out one more garishly colored vest for him.

“Sir, we insist.” Locke's lower lip jutted out, eyes wide as saucers, but he finally nodded his assent.

“Oh, all right.” Locke practically sashayed over to where one of the earlier outfits he had tried on was still hanging, waiting to be put back on display. The coat was a five-button, non-vented banded collar in black. He paired it with a black vest and a white tuxedo shirt with a laydown collar. In place of a bow tie, he wore a skinny, shimmery, silken tie in a crimson hue. Black wool pleated pants and equally ebony-shaded round-toed dress shoes completed the ensemble. He grinned impishly, as he watched one of the salesmen, a short, portly, balding gentleman, realize how long Locke had been stringing them along, trying out wardrobes that he had no intention of renting. His left eye seemed to twitch a little, and his head, from the bottom of his chin to the top of his skull, was a vibrant shade of red. Mirthful cobalt eyes watched the other salesperson, an overly skinny and tall man in a suit fitted too baggy and short for his frame, as he manhandled the various items of his tuxedo into a garment bag. Before he left, he cast one last, longing glance back at the champagne-colored suit. He would have to remember that for some other time. But for now, he remembered something else. She always loved it when he dressed in black...



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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 4:14 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

3 days before the show:

It wasn't every day that Tali got to stay up late and go to fancy parties. While dressing up wasn't her favorite thing in the world, she guessed she could make an exception for Cousin Kat. But she wasn't going to wear any of the baby dresses Mamma and the Sisters kept trying to persuade her to wear. Fifteen years old was way to old for pastels and lace in her opinion.

Miss Wisper over at Delight's agreed with Tali. She wasn't much older than the girl, and could se where being treated constantly like an infant could be bothersome. So Tali and Wisper went shopping together, and in what seemed to Tali to be the oddest of places. They went to a warehouse owned by the Falconne's where a tiny room had been set up in the back of a larger room full of bolts of material. A little old lady and her two helpers had set up shop back there, making dresses from the fabrics imported by the Falconne's.

"Pick a fabric you like little one, and I'll make you something special from it." The little old woman had seen the light in Tali's eyes when she passed a particular rack of satins. She was already thinking of styles that might suit the girl in the rich fabric.

Tali selected satin the green of summer grass and laid it carefully in front of the woman, who then took some mesurements and told the girl to come back the morning of the opening.

The morning of the show:

Tali and Wisper came back to the shop behind the warehouse the morning of the opening, to find a fairytale masterpeice sitting on a dressmakers form in the center of the room. Yards and yards of the green satin had been draped and gathered in a dress a princess would envy. A sleaveless top fitted like a dream drapped and gathered at the stomach with a mesh of tiny crystals and pearls.

When she tried it on, it fitted perfectly, and made her feel so grown up. Wisper added a tiny emerald and diamond locket, shaped like a sea shell, and tiny emerald clips for her hair completing the look.

Permission had been given for Tali to arrive at the opera with Wisper instead of the family, so that she didn't have to hurry home from work to get ready. It had been hard keeping the dress secret this long, and even harder packing the frilly pink thing Mamma had picked in her overnight case.

Wouldn't Mamma and The Sister's be shocked when they saw how grown up she looked tonight?
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“No, that one,” Jolyon motioned to the bouquet of delicate flowers. The mixture of violets, whites, and a few red roses was not overly large, but suitable for a gesture of appreciation to a dancer. The other item he purchased from the florist he was less certain. The combination of exotic lavender roses with hints of baby’s breath were kept together by a delicate ribbon of white silk. Its pin meant to attach to a lady’s dress without too much damage to the garment. Only problem was, Jolyon did not know if there would be a place to pin it.

On his drive up, some couples dressed for the opera and on their way to dine had been seen. Some ladies had nothing on their shoulders at all, and he wondered of Juliane had chosen something similar. If so, there would be no place to pin the flowers. He looked at it and tried to think of a solution that did not mean turning it into something that went on the wrist. He found those things to be troublesome for ladies and unattractive hanging on the arm like an errant bit of garden.

“Something wrong, sir?” the florist questioned.

“No,” he smiled. It was not her fault after all that he was overthinking things once again. “This will be fine, thank you.” He had sold a few of his old books to a local merchant in order to be able to splurge some money tonight, and be a proper escort to the opera for Juliane. Should any costs come up, he wanted to be sure to take care of them. The flowers were the first of it. With them in hand, he returned to the curricle and went on to the Smith house just off the Marketplace. He reined in and approached the door, a glance to his pocket watch, and saw he was right on time. A few raps of his knuckles on the door frame, the small corsage in hand, he listened for sounds that he had not missed them.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 8:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Juliane sat curled in the corner of the window seat, clad in her dressing robe. Feeling rather guilty at having avoided the Studio for another day, a sketchbook and pencil rested in her lap. Endless waves of blonde hair rested damply against her shoulders, drying in the warmth of the sun pouring through the windows. She had taken extra care with her grooming, fearing the stray splatter of paint or ink to mar her appearance and prove to be an embarasment. And not just to herself, but to her family and to Katarina... and to Jolyon. It had been kind of him to offer her his extra ticket and she did not wish to make him somehow regret having to spend the evening with her. The level at which he dressed casually had intimidated her in lieu of such a formal event.

But it was useless to even try and sketch. Her mind was wandering in a most counterproductive pattern. Sighing softly, she dropped the book to the floor, pencil caught between the pages. Crossing the room, she gathered up a bag and returned to her seat. Fingers running through the cool locks indicated that they were still to damp to set. The shopping excursion had yielded a bit more than just a dress, regardless of the fact that the salesgirls fell over backwards with compliments in hopes of increasing the sale that much more. A long arm reached into the bag bearing the shop's moniker and withdrew a pair of simple shoes. "Ballet flats" the salesgirl had called them. Appropriate in name as well as stature, they were a soft shade of twilight grey, much in keeping with her dress. "Good thin' I didn't let Katie talk me into those high shoes..." she mused aloud. "I'd have been a head taller than everyone else there." The observations were accurate. Having always been tall for her age, there was no sense in exaggerating the obvious when in public.

Again her arm dipped into the bag, this time retrieving a smaller box. Lifting the lid, she tugged lightly on the silver chain to free it and held it aloft, the pendant twisting and turning in the light. It was a square cushion-cut jewel that had the appearance of a smoky grey topaz. It had had a name and she furrowed her brow in thought. "A black diamond, yeah?" A nod to self. That was what it had been called. It was just costume, nothing of inherent value really, but it had been pretty and seemed to suit the dress. Matching earrings twinkled from the box as if to remind her of their presence.

Glimpsing into the bag, all that remained were the unmentionables, a cashmere evening wrap, and a long pair of opera gloves. No need to pull those out just yet, they remained as they were. Her mind turned excitedly towards what was to come tonight. Her heart swelled with familial pride over her own cousin dancing in such a grand event that had the whole town talking. Katie and the opera were the cake to Juliane's icing. She was more than pleased with what had been found, and the thought of wearing such a fine garment put a lift in her chin. It was, to date, the most feminine and flattering garment she had ever thought to call her own. She hoped it would not be her last. On Hope, practicality had far outweighed peacockery. And as Katie had reminded her last night, they weren't in Hope anymore.

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Juliane crossed the room for the thousandth time, double checking that she hadn't forgotten anything. Well, she had forgotten something -- a suitable bag for the evening. Lucky indeed that Marian, her mother, had managed to unearth a beaded bag in a soft pearl gray that had been Grandmother Smith's. It was the right size to hold handkerchief, compact, and lipgloss and she mustered herself to make do with the fact that the clasp would not stay shut. Seemed rather fitting that she'd have to keep tight hold of a "clutch" as it had been called. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she paused.

She didn't recognize herself. It looked as if the dress had been meant for her. A dreamy dove grey satin with a lace bodice that did what every good bodice should do - lift and separate without the help of straps. The empire waist was set off by a silk ribbon in a darker shade of grey and gave her figure a genteel elegance. Turning slowly, the floor-length dress moved like a stream of moonlight with its accordian pleat giving the satin an extra shine in motion.

The knock at the door startled her out of her reverie and she was quick to gather up her wrap, gloves and bag. Coming to a full halt at the door, she turned and placed her hand on the box with Katarina's gift in it. Smiling softly in anticipation of her reaction, Juliane slipped over the threshold and down the stairs.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 8:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

As soon as tickets had gone on sale, Seliandre had purchased the best seat he could, up in the balcony which would offer a perfect view of the stage below. Perhaps some would have been surprised to learn that the elf had only acquired one ticket, considering how the gossip had painted him recently (not that he minded; sometimes, it more seemed that he'd be offended if he wasn't being talked about). Oh, it would have been easy enough to come by some arm candy for the event, and he certainly could have afforded another ticket, but it would be all the more difficult to mingle at the after party if he came attached. Every decision was always carefully calculated for appearance's sake and for how it would benefit him. And, if he wanted to make the most of the opera, well, he would have to go without a date. He could handle being sans the company of the fairer sex for a few hours.

The few hours before the show were spent in meticulous preparation. His suit had been selected well in advance and custom tailored to fit him like a glove. In a way, it was oddly simple for the rather over-the-top wizard who had a penchant for lace and unorthodox colors (and color pairings). The tuxedo was of all one color, without any pattern, and presented a rather streamlined appearance. The collar of the five-button jacket was shorter than on a standard tuxedo, and he wore a thick tie instead of the customary bow. A pair of diamond and sapphire cuff links brought a touch of polish to his wardrobe. Oh, and there was the fact that his tuxedo was completely white.

Not many men could pull off a white tuxedo, but Seliandre liked to think he was one of the few who could. Of course, he carefully styled his silver hair into something more befitting a black-tie affair, though it was still a bit mussed. Slightly disheveled hair suited him, and it certainly complemented his roguish grin. White shoes were polished to a high gloss.

He twisted and turned in the mirror, checking himself from every angle, posing this way and that, practicing ways to show off those rather striking cuff links of his. Once he was satisfied, he gave his hair a final tousle and pocketed his room key before heading out and down the stairs of the Red Dragon Inn, on his way to the show.


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PostPosted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 9:14 pm    Post subject: Every Bit the Modern Gentleman Reply with quote

It had been a long while, to put it conservatively, since Connar had been to any formal gathering, aside from the occasional gala in the Great Hall. Even then, he usually had no idea that anything special was going on, so his attire was rarely, if ever, planned. This night, however, would be different.

Katarina had graciously given him one ticket to the performance, a performance that he had teasingly mocked for the most part, threatening to bring a keg or two of ale as gifts for the groom-to-be. And as the ticket seemed to place him very near front and center, he decided that he would be rather conspicuous were he to attend in his normal warrior-gone-Rhydin-tourist attire. This was soon remedied by several visits to the marketplace and several more visits to the taylor.

As the carriage slowed to a halt before the theatre, Connar stepped from the platform, white dinner jacket over a crisp white-collared shirt. He had abandoned any hope of figuring out how to make the ribbon of black fabric into anything resembling a bow, so the collar was worn open. He wore black trousers with the hint of black satin striping along the outer edges. Black boots polished to a high shine completed the ensemble.

He looked every bit the modern gentleman. And as he walked up the steps and presented his ticket at the door, he could only hope to live up to the part. As he moved through the grand entryway, Connar handed one of the doorman a bouquet of flowers and asked that they be delivered to one performer in particular. Then he set about trying to find something to eat.
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