Surprise Performance!

**Coco** · May 19th, 2014 06:29 PM

Spring. Vibrant, vivacious, and generous, the season must never pass without leaving an indelible, fertile impact upon a Freehold and the Antler Crown of Sacramento was going to make good on that promise. After hosting an unforgettable Orgy of gregarious, confectionary, and carnal delights, the Queen of the Emerald Court was bringing the Freehold together once more to celebrate artistry, expression, and the desire for a wonderful evening of drink and companionship. The Blue Note was the setting for this wonderful evening, the venue holding a no cover, open mic for those wishing to dazzle friends or simply enjoy having a moment in the limelight.

Cosima Tascioni stood just inside, next to the door, cross-dressing in the men's fashion of the 1700's: a flowing shirt with a billowing neck, a pale blue silk vest, and breeches. Hands gloved in white rested atop the handle of her special cane. She was a Claviger after all. She must be prepared to protect her Queen at all times.

With a ready smile she greets any Lost that enter.

Cosima "Coco" Tascioni. Fairest Dancer/Skitterskulk, Claviger of Spring, Mantle 1 (Faint smell of grass and flowers). Glamour 3, Health 7, Willpower 2. Defense 6.
Pledges: Year-Long Freehold Oath. Year Long Claviger Pledge.

May 19th, 2014 10:35 PM

Jack Tarra was wearing a slick blue dress and was standing behind the Bar at the blue Note. She placed a few long islands on the bar for a couple before glancing across the Blue Note taking in any and everyone who was coming in. The winter Hare wore a soft smile on her face enough to be welcoming but not overly friendly like some Spring types might be.

The Winter Courtier picked up a cloth and begun to wipe down the bar before it got to busy.

**Trickster** · May 21st, 2014 09:59 PM

Lynn paused for a moment in the door of the Blue Note, feeling slightly out of place. She was dressed in a slim pair of black slacks and a wrapped green silk shirt, but nothing like the finery of the person standing ready to greet people at the door. She self consciously brushed at her shirt before she could stop herself, before squaring her shoulders and moving forwards.
“Hello, I’m Lynn.” Her voice was soft but clear as she held out her hand, head cocked slightly to the side. Over one shoulder a violin case could clearly been seen, well worn and repaired several times. She glanced around again, noting how few people were there. “Am I too early?”

**Coco** · May 21st, 2014 11:23 PM

The woman at the door took Lynn's offered hand in her white-gloved grip and instead of shaking it she gently rotated the Darkling's hand, so her knuckles faced the ceiling, and then bowed over the violinist's hand. "A pleasure," she said, meeting Lynn's eyes from her bow. "Cosima Tascioni, at your service. But please, call me Coco," the fairest said brightly, antenna bobbing happily as she released Lynn's hand and straightened.

"And not at all. Your timing is impeccable. I would expect nothing less from a musician. Or a dancer, come to that. Any who have prevailed in the face of the dreaded metronome, basically, but I digress. Please embrace the opportunity to sign up for a time on the stage, find a pleasant seat, order a drink from the fine woman yonder," she said, gesturing towards Jack, "or anything else you desire to do! It should be a wonderful evening!"

May 21st, 2014 11:46 PM

Harlan had always considered himself task oriented. Problems, after all, were meant to be taken care of. He'd picked a new place to live, moved there, obtained employment and performed that job long enough to buy new clothes and cleaning supplies to sanitize his new-to-him rathole apartment. With the immediate needs of his existence taken care of and, for the first time in his life, no one else he was responsible for, Harlan began asking himself the most important question he had left: What do I want now?

Realizing he wasn't likely to find it alone in a tiny apartment, Harlan took to the streets, meandering about on legs he still couldn't help but marvel at, until the sounds of music caught his ears and drew his attention. At the sight of fae creatures going into the place, Harlan spent a long moment considering his position.

He had a little money, and his legs felt fine - he was sure he could run, if he had to. He had his Knife, too, though his stomach turned at the idea of using it on someone. He wasn't dressed shabbily, wearing sneakers, slacks, and a white polo. The bandages wrapped around his fin/legs were, perhaps, a little stiff, but they weren't leaking and staining his pants yet.

"Ah, screw it," he finally muttered, heading for the door.

As he entered the Blue Note, it took him only a few brief moments to recognize the signs of Spring on several individuals, and no small bit of his tensions fade. Still, his first action, after letting the door close behind him, was to step towards the bar, seeking the reinforcement of liquid courage.

May 22nd, 2014 08:10 AM

Bubba enters the Blue Note, a place that until now had been unfamiliar to him, wearing his usual attire of khaki slacks, a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt and his usual straw fedora. The only thing new or possibly strange about what he was wearing was perhaps his shoes which really weren't shoes at all but instead were brown open sandals, exposing his bare toes and various strips of the top of his foot.

But of course when Bubba came into the establishment, he had to be wearing the one thing he never left his home without: a big ol' smile. He recognized Coco upon entering and his smile turned into a grin as he greeted her in his own silent way and stretched out his arms to invite her for a hug. The giant looked as though he would easily crush the small Fairest but his grin suggested otherwise.

The particularly perceptive observer may notice that he has a piece of paper folded into thirds sticking out of his back pocket under his shirt, where the outline of it could be seen.

May 22nd, 2014 12:56 PM

Some people teeter on their heels, making seesawing motions that suggest that they should have spent more time learning to walk in them. A woman could always tell. Somewhere along the line, the art to walking in heels was lost to most.

Aaren was not most.

Aaren knew her limitations.

Comfortable in her platform heels, the gilded lady of Spring played up her natural androgyny in black and white. Bianca Jagger did it and by golly Aaren Eloi could as well. The only real color Aaren employed was the berry color of her lips.

“Coco,” Aaren greets the Claviger at the door with air-kisses at either side Coco's head, “how are you?” Mirth danced in Aaren's gaze as she leaned back, “Is the house filling up?” A side-long glance into the bowels of the Blue Note is followed with, “I'm not late am I?”

**Trickster** · May 22nd, 2014 05:52 PM

Lynn smiled at Coco's greeting and quickly stepped out of the way of the sudden influx of people. Apparently she had arrived right at the start of the night. Wandering over to the stage, she found the sign up sheet for the night's performances and quickly penciled her name in for one of the early slots. She wanted a chance to show what she was made of, to a crowd that wasn't already falling down drunk.

That chore being done, she went to the bar and ordered a Sex on the Beach before taking it to a table where she thought she'd have the best view of the show. She was here to enjoy herself after all.

May 22nd, 2014 09:16 PM

Jack looked up to the Spring court Nightsinger, whom looked a bit on the ill side despite being well dressed. The hare behind the bar nodded at the order.

"Coming right up...you wanna open a tab than?" she slid the Nightsingers drink across the bar as it was finished.

She glanced to the Fishy looking Water born who was approaching. "You thirsty?" she said with a smirk, sure it was a bit of snarky pun but she couldn't help it.

Ava would kill me for that

**Mary Lee** · May 22nd, 2014 10:01 PM

Show up and perform. It seemed simple enough, and somebody had complimented her playing and singing so she figured bringing Nathan the Guitar along might just be enough to satisfy the Spring Queen.

And speaking of the Spring Queen, she wondered if she should have learned the Lil Kim song from Moulin Rouge. Well, it was a bit late for such a course adjustment at this point, so she'd just stick with her plan to vent about relationships in front of a crowd and pretend it was just a song if anybody asked. Good plan? Great plan.

And as per her plans to dress up, well, that particular combination of intrinsic beauty and meager monetary resources led her to just wear the green dress and yellow shoes that were certainly 'spring' enough and just so happened to work well with the earth-tone hue of her instrument. Why fuss when a simple solution presented itself? (And they were pretty amazing shoes)

Strutting in (because the heels were high enough that they warranted just a big of a strut), Mary pauses to greet Coco. "Well hello there. I don't know if we've met yet. I'm Mary, nice to meet you, and would you mind if I ask if it's an open bar?"

No sense wasting time, was there?

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