(0315) Coronation of Desires

[InvertedMonkey]

Well this is a first. The lush green foliage and little points and motes of color are certainly an improvement of the standing-inside-a-whale's-heart Red Room of the previous Freehold event. Gardens this sculpted always have a sort of funny feel to them, restraining nature, holding it in place, making it look the way you want it to look, trimming back where it breaks the image you want it to make. But at least it's nature. Vibrant and alive. Waiting to spring into action. Active at every hour of day or night, whether the gardener is present or not. Ramona feels like this concept centers her a little, as she strides into the Rose Garden. It's a building she's never been in before, and she's still not quite sure what to expect. But at least there's nature. While it does not eliminate her anxiety, it dulls it a bit at least.

Most of the Gardens seems relatively empty, perhaps she's one of the earlier arrivals. At least there's food this time. God, some of it she can smell from here. And that smell is good. Definitely stopping there later. But first, Ah, there it is, the submission box, over near a knot of Changelings. She quickly approaches, avoiding the Lost involved in their own conversations. A moment passes where she looks down at the envelope held loosely in one hand, as if reconsidering, but sets her jaw, and resolutely extends the envelope, fitting it into the slot and then releasing it. The die is cast. God, she feels stupid already. Are they serving booze here? They better be serving booze.

It might require a double-take to recognize Ramona, as this is probably the first time anyone in the Freehold has seen her in anything but jeans and a t-shirt. Shockingly, today she's actually wearing a sundress, a strapless number, off white with sort of a design done in really subtle lavender. Though her physique could best be described as sturdy, she actually kind of rocks it. The dress makes her powerful shoulders and arms into an aesthetic asset instead of a handicap, and the drape along her body seems natural and gives a glimpse of curve instead of making her blocky and frumpy. It does also show off the branded Viking-esque runes running over her body, and stone bones wearing through the skin at her knuckles, elbows, and knees, but that's life as a Changeling, what can you do? Perhaps even more shocking, she's not even wearing her Doc Martens! Just a nice pair of light, closed-toe shoes with just a tiny hint of solid heel. She's even carrying a matching purse! Bet her knife's in there.

Ramona's Dress

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[Daniel Leto]

If the last event was any indication, it might be Daniel was learning to inject some color into his attire. He'd worn red after all, no matter how muted. Maybe spring would merit a dark green of some sort? No such luck. Daniel entered wearing a black button up shirt and slacks.

In truth he had almost not come. The invitation was a little vague. He wasn't quite sure if submitting a desire was mandatory. It wasn't that Daniel didn't have desires, it was that the ones he had were either ones he didn't wish to share or ones he could fulfill himself but chose not to. After some thinking though he'd come to the conclusion that the Spring court wouldn't be that intrusive into the lives of other Changelings. The kind gesture was just that. He had briefly considered turning the offer on its head and saying he wished to help Lynn with contacting someone she knew, but that seemed pretty intrusive as well. It he might make the offer sometime this evening again to show he still remembered and was willing. But not in a letter any antlered courtier might read.

Speaking of desires he could make reality: first things first though. Daniel made his way to the buffet table.

[RebornSeas]

Alex shook Sasha's hand - at least, that was the name Kyle used for her - and smiled with a touch of embarrassment. "I don't think many started off watching, but uh, sort of hard to ignore people dancing so beautifully." He seemed a bit embarrassed for being one of the people who'd had his eyes drawn to the dance, then shrugged.

He wasn't sure what else to say - but he noticed someone vaguely familiar dropping by the box, and then Andrea was with them too. "Hi Andrea! The ones you don't know are - Oh. I know them as Kyle and Sasha, but I'm not sure if those are the names they use in general?" He glanced to the minstrel and dancer with something half-way to apology, but dominated mostly by curiousity.

And then his brain caught up with the figure he hadn't placed. "Oh! And Ramona's over by the buffet, next to Daniel." He paused, looking slightly conflicted, then shrugged. "Daniel owes me a ghost story, so I might head over there to hear it."

[Nathan Griffin]

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, / It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Oh, joy. Like, literally, joy. What was that like again? He couldn't quite remember, but then he had a habit of going about these things all wrong. This time around he had gone for a more casual look. Fuck it, it was the fuzzy half of the year. And would you look at that, he was holding an envelope with both hands, fiddling distractedly and nervously with it. He didn't recognize a lot of the revelers, so he went straight to those that seemed familiar, which just so happened to be uncomfortably close to the much dreaded box.

"Miss Tascioni, what a joy!" just what he had been thinking. He smiled widely, trying to make his fangs look anything but threatening. "You're looking truly splendorous. I might have to let you educate me on such matters before the next big event."

He couldn't help mirroring her speech when talking to her. To his own surprise, he found it amusing.

"Chris, Sasha," he nodded his head in recognition. "Everything's alright, I hope?"

He glanced in the others' direction. He wasn't very familiar with them, that he could tell. But hey, at least he wouldn't be the only guy with feathers in the room for once.

"Name's Nathan. Pleasure to meet you."

[Gregory]

Gregory walks down the path that marks the entrance to the Rose Garden. He had been here once before by chance when he had first arrived to the city. The colors of the canopy are soothing and more inviting than they had been in the Fall Season. As he rounds towards the back where the function is being held he sees the Lost gathered there. Many familiar faces are among them. Mrs. Rosemary, of course, as expected. Alex, Lynn, & Coco, who he had met at the bar in the Winter Season. Nathan, who he had endured a strange tale with, and the lovely L'aire who continues to impress the humble Gargoyle with her lively presence and inviting stare.

He wears a grey suit, making him relatively presentable, though his odors have an acrid trace to them due its constant wear. In his hand he carries a sealed letter, having followed the instructions left by the Spring Court he has prepared a submission of Desire. His eyes now search for the box in which to place the envelope, though he is nervous to bear his wishes to others.

Should any greet him in any manner he will reply in kind with a smile or a wave until he reaches the box that he seeks.

  No Notice

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-03-20 16:52:05		Gregory rolls 6 to notice Andrea's efforts [WIT+COM] (10 Again)		1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 10, 2		1 success

[Trickster]

Lynn grinned brilliantly as the garden was filled with more newcomers. It seemed that they would have plenty of people to share in the turning of the seasons and some of them were new faces as well. She waved to people as they spoke to her, glancing around as she tried to keep track of everybody who was working their way in.

"Hello," Lynn smiled again and bowed her head slightly to Nathan Griffin instead of holding out a hand to shake. Unless offered, most Lost seemed to have issue with personal space. Which really made sense, when you thought about it, after all that happened to them, who wouldn't have a few issues? Anyways . . . "My name is Lynn Mills. I haven't seen you around before."

[Kyle Ferlen]

Kyle approaches as the Windwig and Dancer begin talking, catching Alex's comment about the dance. Hell of a dance. He gives Sasha a playful smile. "People were bound to notice. Sasha's got crazy talent." he says, not taking any of the credit. He nods to Alex all the same, not wanting to completely ignore the kind remark.

Kyle waves as Nathan makes his entrance. "Hey Nathan. It's 'Kyle' here... among friends." He gives the Hunterheart a wink.

Wanting to feel important, the Minstrel calls out to to the others as they arrive. "Hope everyone got the memo and brought somethin of theirs for the box. Don't be shy about it either. You got nothin to lose." He lets out a contented sigh, looking back at Sasha.

"This 'Desires' thing is really cool, right? Not every day you get to help someone's wishes come true."

[Coco]

"Andrea! Nathan! Kyle! My goodness! So many people to greet, it's almost overwhelming! Certainly it would be if I were not as brilliant as I am, and have thus devised a plan to cope with this very predicament: you must all share a drink with me!" Coco declared, gesturing enthusiastically with her empty glass. "Come, let us find a libation to liberate our desires on this eve. And Sasha, do join us! All are welcome."

With that, the Claviger turned and lead the way towards the gathering's collection of liquid consumables.

The outfit!

[Nathan Griffin]

"Yeah, well," he tells Lynn with an apologetic smile, "I just got here a few months ago. And if I'm being honest, I don't hang around polite society as much as I should."

He turns to Chris (Kyle, he corrects himself) who after greeting him has quickly turned to speechifying. Isn't he proud of his season coming by? But raining on someone else's festive mood would be very unlike him, so he joined in on the revelry instead.

"Nothing to lose?" he jokes. "Maybe I have nothing to lose, but not thanks to you, Kyle. Why, that's exactly what the lady in the toothpaste commercial said," he blinks a couple of times. "Or at least that's what I think she said. Truth be told, I wasn't listening so much as looking," he waves it aside and proceeds lightly. "Point is, you Spring Courtiers are a bunch of dedicated capitalists and you know it."

Just in case Kyle wasn't doing enough to get everyone all excited, Coco was offering drinks of all things. Oh, the humanity. He had a tendency to do stupid things when he was drunk, but the drinks could hardly be blamed. So he took one last indecisive look at his envelope before putting it quickly inside the wishing box. As he prepared to follow Miss Tascioni something occurred to him.

"Wait a second," he looked at Chris (Kyle, his name was Kyle) with suspicion, "are you going to know what I wrote there?"

He notices a small, subtle figure close to the box.

"Hey, Gregory. Aren't you joining in? Free drinks! At least I hope they are."