(1205) Spring Coronation

**RebornSeas** · Mar 23rd, 2012 10:46 PM

"Hey Strings! Reggie!" Clare grins and waves at the friendly faces and fills her plate a bit more, even as she notes the respect her friends give the Ogress Chef. Huh, that's interesting, meanwhile to glances to the other two buffet goers and especially the man Reggie addressed as Danny.

"Danny? As in Danny Tongs? You put the sword up for auction? I was hoping to meet you there, but it seems I got lucky, running into you tonight." She quickly wipes a hand off and offers it to him to shake; she's eager to talk shop. "I was kinda apprenticed to a weapon smith back in Camden, wanted to meet someone else who knew a thing or two about forging stuff."

Mar 24th, 2012 01:00 PM

Danny suddenly found himself the focus of about three conversations, and blinked slightly, not quite sure which thread to follow. He settled for grinning at everyone, showing off his short fangs in his gash of a mouth. He piled food on his plate, enthusiastically.

"Oh, wow. Lots of people. Hi... everyone, I'm sorry, I don't know all of you," the Wizened said apologetically, looking a bit more awkward than usual at the sudden ambush of women. He could just about cope with one woman at once. More than that, and he tended to become a complete wreck, unless someone was trying to attack him or something. "I'm Danny- Oh, yes. I'm the Weapon smith. Are you in the market for something? It's always nice to meet a fellow crafter."

He really had to sort out those premises. Terri had promised him retail space... oh, this was going to be good. He could start advertising.

Mar 24th, 2012 01:29 PM

Rook returned Magnus' gesture, raising the Scotch to him. He might be an Elemental, and his mind might tick over with the calm, dangerous thoughts of a siege weapon, but the Constable understood grief. He had lost Laura. He had lived for years without his family. In a different circumstance, Rook could well have joined the Winter Court.

But he couldn't lie, and the need for violence within him was too great to deny. A Chess piece had to strive, to fight, to challenge itself. Without combat, the fires in his heart would have burnt out.

"That's why I'm here, drinking a Scotch. Desire doesn't just mean the obvious," the Constable said simply, his mind vaguely flicking to try and identify his own desires. Sometimes it was as hard to read himself as other people. Human thought was veiled behind the flat instructions of the Board.

**Changeling ST** · Mar 24th, 2012 03:28 PM

Mrs. Rosemary offers a cheerful smile to both Regina and Tobias. "Welcome, welcome. Please serve yourselves," she says to the pair of Elementals. "Ohh, wonderful! You can go over by the bar and tell Sam to keep it back there for now," says the Ogress to Tobias, pointing out the ensorcelled bartender.

"Thank you hun, you are too kind," she says to Regina in a gentle tone. "Your dress is absolutely beautiful by the way."

Mar 24th, 2012 03:59 PM

War is coming on black motorcycle boots. The Summer King lets himself be known before he even steps through the door.

As the doors open, the Ogre King of Summer walks in and gives a nod as he survays the people who have already arrived. His Mask hardens as he looks around. Spartan removes his jacket, on his hip is the spearblade in its sheeth.

The King of Wrath makes his way over to the buffet and begins loading up a plate.

Spartan with his hardened mask

**Kathritana** · Mar 24th, 2012 05:27 PM

Regina grinned cheerfully at Mrs. Rosemary. "Thank you. The dress just seemed appropriate for the occasion. I've been really looking forward to spring."

She turned to Clare to give her a quick wave and smile as well. "Hello, Clare. It's good to see you."

**Dusan** · Mar 25th, 2012 03:17 PM

Juno's appearance wasn't an expected one. The Manticoress had given every indication during the previous gathering of the Spring Courtiers of wanting to distance herself from the situation in full, and to be honest she had planned to stay home - go to a bar - anything but show up at the Four Seasons for what she suspected to be another round of stomach-churning discomfort.

The one thing that was making her feel a little bit better was that she remembered the Sage Escort pledge had run its course and in a few hours she would no longer be bound to the agreement. If there was anything in the Manticoress' life to celebrate, it was the fact that she was now free to act as she pleased and not have what she perceived to be a hurtful "honor" hanging over her head with every waking moment.

As she entered the venue, she paused long enough to allow herself a quick glimpse around the room, as though she was looking for a familiar face or a direct line to an exit. The corner of her mouth twitched as she noticed all the female Lost with their gowns and other fancies that she could never, ever have the joy of experiencing for herself. The small bit of satisfaction she had first felt as she entered the Four Seasons began to fade as the reminder of her physical differences being in constant conflict with who she really was threatened to undermine every bit of resolve she had built up between the meeting of the Spring Courtiers and this moment.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and bolstered herself against what she had to face over the course of the evening. The past two Spring Coronations had not gone well for her on a personal level, and she wasn't eager to experience a third year's worth of humiliation. Such were the expectations she held, and she resolved to not allow anything to set her up for personal failure for however long it took for the evening to progress. Reminding herself that her ultimate purpose in attending was to renew her Freehold Pledge helped considerably. It provided her with a goal to focus on....that, and since she was still technically under the conditions of the Sage Escort pledge, why blow a year's worth of enduring the situation by walking out and breaking the oath with all its consequences an hour before she was legally released from it?

The Manticoress was dressed reasonably well for the event and there was even a mild acceptance of color in the form of a dark purple t-shirt with some sort of contrasting black design across the front. The rest of her attire consisted of a thrift-store find vintage black velvet tuxedo jacket, dark grey pants with signs of wear at the cuffs and a pair of chunky Doc Marten boots which had seen better days. Her nails had been painted black and as a finishing touch she had traced around her eyes with a light touch of cosmetics which enhanced the intense blue coloration of her irises. Even if Juno didn't appreciate - or could see - it, the fact remained that she was still a very striking individual no matter what impression her gender-contrary Mien provided to others.

Moving to one side as to not block other arrivals, Juno decided to study the activities of the other Lost for a moment before deciding how she wanted to spend her evening. The bar seemed to be a good place to start, so she started walking in that direction.

**Terri Nutkins** · Mar 25th, 2012 03:20 PM

"Oh, Spartan's arrived," Terri said to her husband, "I'm just gonna pop over and say hi."

Leaving Rick at the bar, Terri heads over to join the Summer King at the buffet table, making sure not to get between the Ogre and his appetite. She can still remember how much he ate.

"Evening, Spartan," Terri smiled, giving him a wave as she approached. "You're looking very smart, I love outfit. How have you been?"

**Terri Nutkins** · Mar 25th, 2012 03:21 PM

"Oh, Spartan's arrived," Terri said to her husband, "I'm just gonna pop over and say hi."

Leaving Rick at the bar, Terri heads over to join the Summer King at the buffet table, making sure not to get between the Ogre and his appetite. She can still remember how much he ate.

"Evening, Spartan," Terri smiled, giving him a wave as she approached. "You're looking very smart, I love outfit. How have you been?"

Terri & Spartan continue here

Mar 25th, 2012 05:33 PM

Originally posted by Jag:

Duncan - Elemental (Ice): Snowskin, Summer Mantle 2

"Hey buddy," says the ice Elemental with the crisp blue eyes. "Haven't seen you around before." He looks down at the wooden box in Edward's hands for a moment, and then raises his gaze once again to meet the Fairest's eyes.

"Can I check what you've got in that box?" he asks in a pleasant tone. "I'm Duncan by the way."

The Bright One answers the informal greeting with a nod and a smile.

"Yes sir, I've recently arrived at Sacramento." Edward says simply, offering the oppened box to the snowskin ( Jag ).

hm... Deja Vu?

"I'm Edward, sir. Nice to meet you."

OOC:Box content

(1205) Spring Coronation

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