Feast of Colour

[Changeling ST]

The Rose Garden still had all of its bright and beautiful freshly blossomed flowers from Coronation. Yet today, additionally there inflatable ‘bunker’s set up in various places. The space is smaller, so the pieces were rented to fit with the area.

Near the doors of the Rose Garden itself were long tables full of the most colorful and heavily dyed cupcakes, cookies, tier cakes, flowery cakes the amount of crazy colorful pastries seemed endless. And on another table, every kind of fruit or veggie that would stain that you could find. Beverages, wine, kool-aid, juice and mixers, a rainbow array of whistle wetting goodness. The variety of colors from any table was enough for anyone's heart's Desire.

Inside the building, there were several tables of white garments, a variety to choose from and beach style changing booths set up in case no one arrived earlier in the week to pick up a garment. Or the wearer could provide their own white outfit provided they knew it would be permanently ruined.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan had picked up a dress prior to arriving. It had taken her a bit of effort to find one in her size that didn't droop heavily in places. The dress would have looked better if the raccoon had not decided to wear a tank top with it. The Autumn Courtier however was a little self conscious of her scars and would rather not show them off.

At least the tank top was white too, unlike the black running shoes, black windbreaker, and blue drawstring bag that completed her attire. While she might not have had the fashion sense for color coordination, Morgan did know better then to travel to the Rose Garden by her "normal" method. She arrived after a nice brisk walk instead.

Morgan let out a sound of delight upon observing what she'd hoped to see: yummy treats courtesy of Mrs Rosemary. She almost headed straight for the treats before pausing to look around for others. And a place to leave her bag and the jacket.

The thought that the pretty white dress would be ruined by the evening had yet to even pass her thoughts. She was more curious about where everyone else was.

"W-w-w-wait a minute. Am Imma the first-t-t-t one heh-here? D-d-don't t-think done that a'fore."

[RebornSeas]

Alex had picked up pants and a tank top earlier in the week, but currently was working on bringing in 25 lb bags of colored powders. He'd had to borrow one of his roommate's cars to get them here, but that wasn't too big a deal, since he was still on good terms with Dan and Jen. Though carrying them was a pain without a dolly, mostly because trying to stack them up more than two high had the third trying to fall off.

"Hey Sasha, Morgan." He dropped the last two down with a faint grunt, then grinned to the two women. "How are you two? Hope you don't mind if I set finish setting these up." He felt around in his pockets, then puled out a small, shitty pocket knife. It didn't matter too much that it was a cheap thing, since the point was only to cut off a corner of the plastic bags and pour each powder in their own wide-mouthed basket. When he was done, ten baskets held several bright colors: Pink, emerald grean, Purple, Red, Orange, Saffron, Yellow, Blue, Teal, and Lime green.

He hadn't had the smoothest pour either, so note only did the powders fill the baskets, they'd floated out of them and swirled around his lower legs, clinging to his pants.

[Coco]

Amidst the Rose Garden, a Coco lurked, her lurking stymied only by the brilliantly white fencing uniform she was clad in, a white which only further illuminated the opalescent teeth set in her devilishly exuberant smile and the crimson dyed locks bound atop her head, yet it was not these features which likely drew the most attention. No, that honor was lent to the nerf sword which she grasped loosely in her right hand, a nerf instrument that sagged under the weight of water and colored powder which had been applied to it's length. It was with this instrument that Coco approached the Autumn Courtier, feet moving in that most rapid dance towards her target, the sword coming to bear...

"Aha!" she trumpeted, appearing from behind a bunker to bop the raccoon with her improvised paintbrush.

Coco is attempting to bop Morgan with her nerf sword! Feel free to avoid, or roll, or what have you!

[Kyle Ferlen]

Kyle feels good about being able to be somewhere without hiding behind his Mask. The long anticipated Feast of Colour is just such a place. With a white cap, t-shirt and pale khaki shorts, he looks like a bohemian contractor about to tackle some painting project. He's seen a clip from an event like this online, and liked the idea of water balloons as a choice of weaponry: water balloons filled with an array of colored powders. The cargo pockets on his shorts are stuffed full of bags and bags of balloons - probably more than they would ever need. Not much of a contribution, monetarily, but filling them up would be a chore. One he doesn't mind taking on at all.

He spots a man cutting open some large bags and approaches, finally recognizing the figure as Alex. "Hey, man. You're makin a mess." he teases. "I've got some balloons with me, mind if I dig in to some of this powder to fill them up?"

There are only a handful of others here so far. The raccoon girl is an easy enough target to make out. Sasha too. The glow usually helps - more so at night - but Kyle doesn't think he could miss her if he tried. He's have plenty of time to spend getting to know her, so her walk, her voice and mannerisms are easy to pick out. He smiles warmly, waving to her from his 'post' at the colored powders. Suddenly, a familiar voice crying out in playful attack grabs his attention. Coco. How long has she been here?

[RebornSeas]

Alex looked up to Kyle and shrugged, about to answer, when Coco made her attack on Morgan. He shifted, addressing the waspish Fairest with half a laugh and half worry, "Hey! Queen Violet didn't warn people to be ready to get colored at the door! I think she wanted to do some opening ceremony, so save it for after that?" He felt bad for saying it, and delaying Coco's fun a bit, but people didn't always like surprises, and waiting until people knew the score wasn't a bad thing.

He turned back to Kyle and eyed his balloons, though. "They won't burst with powder in them. You should head into the Kitchen and see if Mrs. Rosemary had any food coloring left. Drop in each balloon, water... Plus, she might have something to carry them back out in."

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan smiled as others arrived. Her eyes widened at the load Alex was carrying in. "Oh, heh-hello L'Aire und Aleeee!" Morgan's greeting turned into a surprised shriek as she dodged Cosima's "attack" by tumbling away from it. Then scrambling on all fours under a table. Something reflected the light (and it wasn't her eyes) as her large, frightened eyes peeked out to see what had happened.

The eyes went from scared to annoyed quickly. A Beast she may be, but the evidence made it easy to figure out who the fencer was. Morgan let out a loud sigh as she got out from under the table, sliding something into her windbreaker's sleeve. The Twilit Page gave Cosima a very flat look, "Nada-not c-cool Cosima. Ambush fffolks nada-safe no-nope-pe." The raccoon just shook her head, letting out a annoyed sigh at the wasp's antics.

This was why she didn't like Spring gatherings too much. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the wrist sheat tonight? She turned to look at Alex,"Zzzorry for interupt. Greetings again. Joyous-g-g-glad hear tis to be warning before colorful-attacks start. Safety-yay. Oh, ano-and uh, heh-heh, suggestion? She pointed at the powder buckets and then at Kyle, "Meh-beh ye could mix water-powder togethers? Heh-heh-hath funs with t-that."

She then walked back over to L'Aire, giving the Winter Courtier a nod in greeting with a friendly smile. As she stopped back next to L'Aire, Morgan looked up at the woman and spoke, "Heh-hello to ye as well L'Aire. Nah-nice to see ye. Heh-how are ye lookie-looking forward to this parry-port-panth--grk...shindig?" The blush as she failed to say "party" had a nice contrast to her raccoon mask.

ooc: I opted to avoid with a roll

[Trickster]

Lynn hurried into the Rose Garden, clad in a brilliant white tunic and drawstring pants. She'd even managed to rig up a white covering for her fiddle case so that it matched the occasion. As for ammo, she'd come rigged up like an old fashioned gunslinger, with a set of matching water pistols at either hip and two more at either ankle. She'd brought along several bags of colored powder that she could mix with the water for reloading on the fly.

"Morgan!" Lynn waved to her new Motley member as she walked in, a brilliant smile on her face. "This is gonna be awesome!" She glanced around, noticing everybody else. "Hey guys!" she waved to them in general as she made her way over to Morgan, detouring slightly to glance down at the pots of color at Alex's feet. "Very nice." Finally she nodded at Coco. "Hey there. How's it going?"