(1109) Coronation of Autumn

[Forn Clakes]

The Seasons pass yet again, ever turning as the weeks and months turn to years, and for some of the Freeholds residents, it really has been that long. For others, it could be the first, second or even third event since arriving to the sanctuary a Freehold tries to hold dear.

Entering the Four Seasons, the guests are met by Mr. Bates, the Wizened manager of the hotel, who swiftly leads them through the maze of corridors to the Throne Room itself, the largest Hollow within the building, a place of magic and wonder, and on this day, it is decorated in the style of its current sovereign. In this case there is no throne or dais. The raised platform has been removed. Instead of the platform and throne, In the center of the room is a brazier with a fire burning. There are a few wind warn ruins that were once pillars. Around the outside of the throne room is what looks like piece of construction that either was never completed, or fell with the passage of time. Perhaps it was a small amphatheater or colosseum.

Around the brazier are blankets on the floor and a pile of bedrolls off to the side. The throne room has become a place for elders to tell stories of warriors of old. It is a place to honor our past warriors and those who gave their lives for what we have.

Off to the side is the normal buffet of food, but there is also things that look hunted, food that would be eaten by men and women who are preparing for battle. A hog on a spit, fresh pheasant and lamb. The tastes and textures of the world that Spartan should have come from are alive in his Throne Room.

Several changelings are already in attendance, those that work within the hotel itself. Mrs Rosemary, the Ogress chef, who currently presides over the cooking spit, as well as the Beast, Big Swilla and the snowskin, Duncan, both of whom watch the cooking meat with some relish. However, both know that trying to steal from Mrs. Rosemary is fraught with danger and so wait for the food to be served. Finally, the only mortal allowed within the Throne Room stands by the drinks, ready to serve the freaks fae he works for and while he waits, ensorcelled Sam checks his watch yet again.

This Sticky takes place on the 22nd September and the doors will be closing to new arrivals on Wednesday. Jump in!

[SrsBsns]

Damon's first thought upon seeing the Hollow Throne Room was 'how... rustic', pronounced in his head in such a way that implied he'd have to wash the word before he would be willing to use it again. Not that he'd express his opinion to anyone here, he'd half expect to get mauled by the old summer king, or skewered by any of the other Summers.

This was why he'd avoided the whole Freehold 'experience' up to now, he was afraid he'd set someone off and come out the worse from it. Only now he was afraid of not engaging in the Freehold, because of the LAST coronation. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Damon tweaked his bow tie once more and endeavored to think calm, nonthreatening thoughts so some mad loon wouldn't take offense.

[Anubite25]

Stripes sauntered into throne room, his sensitive nose filling with the delicious smells from the buffet as he did. Though the youthful changeling was excited, he was doing his best to keep his worst impulses under control. He had even managed to find a decent button-up shirt and set of slacks to wear to the occasion, so best behavior for him would probably mean enjoying the food and trying to keep conversation to a minimum.

The fact that he tended to be misunderstood a lot wasn't completely lost on the hunterheart, and the crowning of his court's leader was not something he wanted to be booted out of. While he'd had the bad luck to arrive too early to dig right into the sumptuous looking feast, he at least noticed Felena nearby and made way for the familiar face.

[Tally Benoit]

Tally enters into the room, so far, she's seen the Spring give the crown to Summer and she hopes to bare witness to Summer giving the crown to Autumn. She's wearing a brown long sleeve shirt and jeans. Upon entering, she notices a number of new faces, one in particular is that of a fellow HunterHeart if she isn't mistaken. Then, after a few seconds, she moves to grab something to eat and a drink. She's sure that she'll get to see familiar faces soon enough.

[CyledyrWyllt]

Marcus saunters into the Throne Room and makes straight for Mrs. Rosemary and Duncan after getting a lager from Sam. He inhales the delicious aroma of roasting meat as he compliments the ogress on her culinary skills. Wearing rather subdued clothing, the metalflesh has decided to wear black trousers with a grey shirt in honor of his friend's official ascension to the position of Autumn King and ruler of the freehold. His red tie, however, speaks plainly of his allegiance to Summer with its bold sunburst pattern in yellow and gold.

[CyledyrWyllt]

Jack holds a brief and rather enigmatic conversation with Mr. Bates before entering the Throne Room proper. Well acquainted with Sam from his frequent visits to the hotel bar, he makes some idle chit chat with the ensorcelled bartender as he polishes off a bourbon on the rocks.

[Nightfall]

Nightfall arrived, dressed casually. Worn jeans and a simple black t-shirt that said:

Ballet Dancers:
En Pointe
All Night Long

He gave the Wizened a nod at the bar as he got a drink of his own, a clear, sparkling glass of vodka and tonic, stained green with a lime slice. The smell of lamb drew him over to the buffet, memories of his childhood drawn to the surface of his thoughts, as well as a warm, comfortable feeling.

[Lesingnon]

Rick usually wasn't one to care all that much about what exactly it was he was wearing. Function had always been more important than fashion, as far as he was concerned. But this, his coronation as Ascendant King of the Freehold, was a decided exception to that rule. So, although he'd decided to leave the tie at home and the top button of the shirt undone, he'd opted for a suit that was the subdued gray of an overcast sky over a russet-hued shirt. All in all, keeping with the "official" colors of his Court.

It also let him wear the cuff-links that his soon-to-be bride, who entered the throne room alongside him, had given him last Valentine's Day. He's content to linger near the doorway for now, not really in any sort of hurry to enter the throne room proper. Though his gaze does drift towards the buffet as the smell of pheasant reaches him. The aroma calling to some of the deep-seated instincts of the falcon mind he'd acquired during his durance.