(1209) Autumn Coronation

Sep 28th, 2012 04:02 PM

Lou's first season in Sacramento was a pleasant one. While he hadn't joined a court, he had a pleasant enough time in his dealing with the rest of the members of the freehold. He dressed as well as he could for the Autumn Coronation, as these events were some

of the most important for the freehold.

minus the award, of course

Lou politely greeted Mr. Bates as he entered the Throne Room. He made a brief assessment of the room- Rook was otherwise occupied with a changeling he hadn't met yet. L'aire, in all her beauty, was speaking with that Wizened fellow, and Perry seemed to be having a conversation with Big Swilla. Lou frowned, as he dared not interrupt the conversations of those who he'd come to see as friends (Even Perry, actually - the Dragon's somewhat warmed up to him). He did notice, however, the hulking form of the Spring Sovereign standing over the fruits of her labor, preparing the buffet table for those to come.

As he hadn't yet met the Spring Sovereign, he thought it would be a good idea to take the opportunity to do so. He walked over to the Buffet Table, smiled a greeting at @Perry diCartio and Big Swilla, and approached the Ogress.

"Mrs. Rosemary - I haven't had the opportunity to meet you. I'm Lou - fairly new to Sacramento."

Lou examined the situation Mrs. Rosemary was in, her arms full of plates.

"Do you need any help?" he asked the Ogress, not because she was struggling - simply a gesture of kindness.

**Wolven Pryde** · Sep 29th, 2012 06:22 AM

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/73203448/Locke Jacket.jpg

Warren Locke is next through the doors, and next to offer Mister Bates his solemn nod of greeting. To other Lost, he stands an impossibly broad mass of green muscle with fiery red-orange hair. His bearing goes undiminished by the simple slacks and polo shirt he wears, topped off with a brown leather jacket.

His gaze is hooded and piercing as he scans around, assessing the members of the Freehold already present. Locke's presence is never intended to be standoffish, though it can come across that way to some. Even on those rare moments when he smiles, it seems grim, or even sad. If that is so, he must be positively lilting this day. There is an expression on his face as he meanders through the large room, that suggests a smile that is almost there. It very nearly becomes one when he lifts a massive hand up to greet Rook , and then a moment later, beautiful L'aire as well. Not much in the way of a wave, as it barely raises above the height of his stomach, but the message is clear. The others that Locke has spoken to get very calm ticks of the red-whiskered chin, more of what can be called nods from the Witchtooth.

Of the people who are not already in conversation, or actively seeking it with someone else, Locke sees the angry looking Summer Sovereign. On his throne, no less.

Yet, Locke had not been intimidated by a forty-foot Hedge beast, and he is not intimidated by one of the powerful fighters that he had assisted in running the foul creature off. He respectfully approaches the throne, somehow casual, but unsmiling. "May I congratulate the Crimson King on the general success of the Feast of Strength?"

He turns his head, as though to indicate the rest of the Freehold behind him, though Locke does not exactly look over his shoulder. It is merely an indicative gesture, before turning his chin back to face the fellow Ogre. "Summer's might cannot be denied in Sacramento. You must be proud."

Spartan

**Terri Nutkins** · Sep 29th, 2012 11:05 AM

Terri entered, and for the first time in three years, she entered for the changing of the Seasons alone. Her red hair cascaded over her right shoulder, braided as the black feathers entwined throughout. Her crisp blue eyes scanned those changelings who had arrived already, noting both Rook and Stripes (@Anubite25 ) conversing, L'aire approaching Danny Tongs , which made her smile also, and the new arrival of Warren Locke moving to speak with the Summer King, Spartan .

In her eyes, the three Autumn Courtiers of each conversation were doing the Leaden Mirror proud, for they were the coming of the new tide, the fresh face of Fear.

As her eyes glided across the Throne Room, Terri noted the one person she needed to speak with, and moved closer to Swilla (@Jag ). "I'm sorry to interrupt, gentlemen," she said, glancing to Perry diCarto with a warm smile as her mantle swirled naturally around the trio. "Swilla, may I ask a small favour?"

Outfit

Sep 29th, 2012 01:30 PM

Danny and L'aire continue here

Sep 29th, 2012 08:45 PM

The Iron Adjutant arrived a little later than she might otherwise have done, but as she stepped across the threshold she still allowed herself that little moment to see who was already there, and who had not yet made an appearance. It was still early though, and a quick survey of the room allowed her to see that plenty of more Lost had yet to arrive.

She wandered deeper into the room, not quite striding but still with that air of easy confidence that the Draconic possessed. If the woman ever did possess moments of uncertainty, it was masked sufficiently beneath the controlled expression and near oppressive heat of her Summer mantle.

She was dressed for Autumn that evening, as a gentle nod to the passing of the season; and though the green hue was understated, her attire was nonetheless elegant and entirely fitting. She wore her hair down, and for the select few she was closest to, it might have struck as vaguely odd that the style managed to obsure just so, the trail of purple scales across her neck and shoulders.

Although Anya did not intrude upon them, she acknowledged those Lost she knew particularly well with a little wave- Rook alone received a smile that was rather more familiar. The warmth in her expression thawed, for a few seconds, the predatory way she carried herself.

Dress

Sep 30th, 2012 03:45 AM

Serreth joined the steadily growing crowd in the Four Seasons. His attire was much the same as the last free-hold event, a sharp but by no means flashy black suit. He could tell from the air of the place there were mixed feelings all round. Not surprising considering the circumstances...

Sep 30th, 2012 10:55 AM

Terra trots in, moving through the gathering crowd, smiling as she tried to catch eyes with some of those more familiar to her. Making her way to the bar, she requests a margarita from Sam, settling in to fold some soon-to-be-tip bills into origami cranes.

Having heard vaguely of Autumn's troubles made her feel complicated about the coronation. She was here to support, affirm, and be the best little Spring courtier there ever was. But, a lingering thought remained: when your focus was the fear instead of the desire, where did that eventually leave you? But that wasn't really a valid thought, since so many use it with all of the dashing and honor.

Outfit

Sep 30th, 2012 01:24 PM

John Lapsley enters the room far more confidently than on previous events. With six months under his belt, and this being his Court's coronation, the whisperwisp felt far more sure of his right to attend. Though he couldn't afford to dress too flashily, he was sporting a new shirt for this evening, in a dark grey that he hoped didn't clash with his ashen skin tone too much - or worse, match it.

When people thought of Autumn's colours, he mused, the brighter ones tended to spring to mind: the flame-like oranges and crisp yellows of turning leaves. John, however, had always preferred the more subtle greys and earthen tones to represent his Court. The others felt too close to Summer's vibrant reds, while grey was the colour of ashes and lead, secrets and shadows...

He smiled to himself.

...Secrets and shadows. There's the real reason I choose grey; must be my darkling nature.

Glancing around the room, John makes eye contact with and nods to those he has spoken to before, and is pleased to realise he knows most of those present, at least by reputation.

His attention finally settles on Danny, the smith having been cornered by another beautiful lady. Feeling slightly guilty about leaving Danny to Anya's whims at the Feast of Strength, the darkling heads over to talk to the pair.

Danny's always interesting to talk to, and it'll give him something to look at apart from the air above the poor girl's head. And to be honest, getting to know L'aire a little better would be nice.

"Good evening, Danny! Always good to see you. How's work?"

Turning to the dancer, he adds,

"I don't believe we've been introduced, though I think I heard your name was L'aire? I'm John Lapsley."

@%1; L'aire

**Dark Passenger** · Sep 30th, 2012 04:29 PM

Although he's not sure how late or early he is exactly when arriving at the Four Seasons, Alec feels far more comfortable than he once did. The recent Court meeting informed everyone about what he already knew, still it was shocking. The only reason Alec is comfortable now is because he trusts Terri, the woman is always friendly, she offered him a job, thanks to which he can own his own place.

Nevertheless, the Autumn Coronation will be tense, he thinks. Rick left a gap in the Freehold that must now be filled. How long had he been king anyway?There is so much Alec doesn't know, and there are so many people he has never spoken to, he'd wish daytime hours took 120 minutes instead. Then maybe he could work more and make more money. He buys a lot of clothes, he wants to look presentable, yet they are not made of the most expensive materials or created by the most famous fashion houses. It doesn't mean his suit can't look good, you just have to know where and how to look. And wearing decent clothes is important when it is your time of the year, Autumn.

The Woodblood looks around with a neutral expression on his face. He's not hiding his emotions, just not used to show them.

**Jag** · Sep 30th, 2012 11:38 PM

Swilla turned to the Shadowsoul and gave him a quick grin, full of razor-sharp teeth. "To die for," said the large Winter Beast. "That's one way to put it." He let out a soft chuckle after saying those words.

"I'm doing aight," he said in response to Perry's question. Just at that moment, the ever-delightful Steepescrambler approached the pair. "Hey Terri, what can I do ya for?" The Coldscales offered her a quick grin, which was a sincere gesture of affection that didn't look any less menacing than it usually did.

(1209) Autumn Coronation

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