(2015) Winter Coronation Frost Formal

Dec 20th, 2015 09:22 PM

The Blue Note had a sign several days before the night of the Changeling’s formal. ‘Closed for Private Party’ to give the regulars a heads up that they would need to seek other places to find music or imbibe.

There was an Ensorcelled man at the door making sure those who didn’t remember were turned away with a small gift card for their troubles. It took the better part of an evening and a full day for the decorations to take shape, but there it was in all of it’s splendor.

The Note appeared as if the inside had been kissed with sugar frost, thick and beautiful, it dazzled from the lights held within the decorum. The tables furniture had been changed out and the room was a beautiful glistening white. A dance floor was laid down that appeared to be a small patch of perfect ice next to a stage. Enchanting music played and the night was ready, bar was open and ready for the Freehold to arrive.

The Scenery

Note, this is not in the Hedge

Dec 21st, 2015 01:53 PM

Winter was Hank's least favorite month. Why? Because of snow. So. Much. Snow. Snow stuff everywhere. All it ever did was remind him of the hedge. Of standing on that wall day in and day out. Of what he became.

Ramona had let him know about the Coronation which worked for him because he needed to take the oath and become official. If he was going to stay then he had to follow the rules and show he would do just that.

Hank was not a man of means, but he had enough for a cheap tux, and by cheap that meant the kind that had clearly been worn before and barely fit right. Luckily Hank was of the body type that many others shared or he would be drowning in the tux. He wanted to make a decent first impression so he put on the monkey suit and headed to his destination. It all felt...unnatural to him. the collar buttoned to the top, the bow tie that was luckily the type that loops around and snaps instead of having to tie himself. None of it was him and he knew it, but wasn't their life all about a little pretending from time to time?

As he reached the Blue Note he was reminded again why he hated winter so much. The room looked like a white nightmare come to reality. He couldn't wait until spring or summer. He had slightly better memories of being trapped in the desert. At least it was warm and sunny there. It was also better to be lost and free than captive and a slave. Since he arrived so early he stood to the side trying to appear like he belonged as he waited for others to appear.

Dec 21st, 2015 11:33 PM

Now was the time of Winter. The Fairest looked forward to this all year. Although she missed the serene nights of a snow storm, where no one was out and about. The city was cast in a day glow, dark but as if someone turned a large light on. The street lights played with the millions of prisms from the ice and snow. Still, no one was out unless necessary and the stillness of it all was invigorating.

L’aire had bought a dress a long while ago, but saved it for a long time. It was luxurious, and she certainly wouldn’t be performing in it. She did, however, bring a change of clothing in case that somehow came up. It may not have been exactly her Court’s color, but it was close enough to white as she could find, particularly in this dress. Rarely did she splurge, but she’d saved it for a time where it would matter. It may not matter to anyone, but it did to her.

She entered into the Blue Note with a soft grin on her face. Her eyes sparkled from the low lighting that dazzled the room. Despite being of the Winter Court, L’aire didn’t want to put her Mask up to hide from the Freehold. She embodied her aquiline features, pointed ears, and longer than normal hair.

Slowly, the Dancer’s dress barely rose off the floor as she walked and she moved toward a gentleman she’d never seen. “Hello, welcome. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

The Dress

**Daniel Leto** · Dec 22nd, 2015 01:24 AM

Daniel didn't have an especially large variety of clothes, much less formal wear. Unless you counted anything that was black as formal. Then he had tons. As he highly doubted most held that particular standard, he ended up buying a suit jacket and jacket.

And the tie.

The thrice damned tie that felt like it was constantly trying to strangle him. This was one of the many reasons why he preferred casual stuff. It wasn't trying to kill you. The pale gravewight wondered if he could get away with just the jacket and vest but decided against trashing the neckware. It was only for one night after all and this was his court's event. He grit and bear a noose 'round his neck for one evening. It wasn't like the jacket was that much better. His stumps pressed against the back making the suit even more awkward than it would have normally been.

As it turned out, it didn't matter because when he entered the Blue Note the room took his breath away. Even with his new duds he felt under-dressed compared to the decorations. And in the middle, gold framed in white, was elfin L'aire. Her very presence seemed to invite you to enter the icy wonderland. It took a few moments to even recognize there was someone else standing right next to her. The fact that the older man basically blended into the frosty scenery certainly didn't help.

Daniel approached with a partial smile.

"Hello, L'aire. How are you doing?" he greeted the Fairest before nodding to the stoic Elemental "And I don't believe I've met you. I'm Daniel Leto."

Suit

**Malcolm Green** · Dec 22nd, 2015 01:32 AM

A giant is framed by the door. Almost. For a moment it looks like the big Elemental will wind up dragging the burst and buckled frame with him, but he perseveres and hauls himself through the opening.

Green has a suit. Its black and fits perfectly. The only downside to the ensemble is the decade: the suit had obviously been donated at the beginning of the 1980s, just when filly cuffs and collar of the psychedelic early years of the 1970s had become too onerous to bear (even buried in the closet). The suit had endured the intervening years well, which was probably why Green had purchased it (durable AND well fitted - too good to pass up).

Plodding uncertainly towards the rapidly forming group, Green lifts a hand to fiddle with his frilly colour, grimacing and glaring in equal amounts.

Dec 22nd, 2015 11:03 AM

It took a moment, Hank glancing around the room, before he realized others had arrived. As the shining woman approaching him spoke Hank turned to her and said, "We haven't. Hank Thompson," he said extending a hand. His face was passive and stoic, which probably wasn't the best for first impressions but was certainly how he felt at the moment: passive and reserved. It was his natural state.

Just then another pale, marble man approached and stated the same thing, that they had not met. After he gained his hand back from the glowing woman he offered it to the new speaker. "Hank Thompson." He turned to see the mountain man struggling to enter before turning back with a placid face. "I just got to town recently. First chance I've had to come to an event and meet people." That excluded pie of course. There was always time for pie.

**Dusan** · Dec 23rd, 2015 08:00 AM

Nobody expects the Inquisition, and if Juno Mantiserra's absence was an indicator the arrival of the little Queen of the Most Elegant Quills (as she deemed herself) would have fit into the category of curious arrivals.

Juno walked up to the entrance, her now with new and improved freshness dew-scented grass Mantle sweeping around her and carrying a hint of things to come with the arrival of Spring. The Manticoress walked with confidence, having decided that she was going to move things at her own pace and not allow others to push her back into a corner which, truth to be told, she had created for herself over a bad few years' worth of luck. She was dressed in what passed for formal, or rather goth-formal, black metal formal or how one wanted to perceive it in her dark wine colored velvet jacket, black t-shirt with the Grinch's corpsepainted visage upon it, nice black jeans and a tasteful pair of silver bracelets. With her Mask hardened her normal goatee fuzz had faded away from 'casual' view and to those observers who weren't in the know mundane wise she looked like either a boyish girl or girlish boy with her androgynous features. Even her leonine tail, replete with quills, was out of view and the realm of public opinion. She could hold off on the coquettish tuft fanning until she was away from the mundies.

Approaching the small group, she nodded with Feline gravitas, then, "Good evening. I trust we are here for the same festivities?"

Dec 23rd, 2015 06:05 PM

Her smile felt radiant amidst the faux frozen setting in the Blue Note. As she saw her fellow Winter enter she was surprised to see his own suit. She didn’t care that it was out of date, she was proud he was able to find something. She waved her long fingers to him.
“Well, if no one has done so yet, Welcome to our Freehold, Hank.” The fact that his face remained unchanged didn’t bother the Dancer. She’d spent plenty of time with Elementals; they were all different but that trait was similar through and through. Sometimes she secretly wished she possessed it.

L’aire recognized Juno when she’d walked in. She greeted her with a small welcoming smile though hiding her disappointment in the outfit she chose to wear. It was one thing to hardly be able to afford a dress, but another to just do whatever; especially after being gone a long time. Still, the Fairest would just carry on, since it wasn’t much to get upset over. After the last mess from the prior coronation, she really wanted none of that.

“Hello Juno. Yes, we are.” Nodding to the Draconic as she’d made her way over. L’aire’s hand gracefully gestured to the Snowskin. “This is Hank Thompson.”

**Lynn Mills** · Dec 23rd, 2015 06:47 PM

Lynn eased her way into the Blue Note, gazing around at the decorations with approval. One thing they always got right, the Winter Court knew how to set a scene. Her outfit (or costume) for the night was fitting, a green silk dress that whispered softly as she moved, with delicate lace that formed both a collar and cap sleeves. Her fiddle case had even been decorated for the night's festivities, carefully cleaned with a fall of tiny glittering snowflakes falling from the handle.

"Hello L'aire. How are things going tonight?" She glanced around and raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar faces in the crowd. So many new people?

Dec 23rd, 2015 10:08 PM

After the mixed bag that had been Autumn's gathering, Ava seriously considered taking a pass on Freehold events for a season, or two. But, despite the necessity for formal wear, the Winter event did have one big point in its favor: Daniel would probably be there. It would be nice to check in with her friend, after the months he had been away, and if he wasn't there, well, she would see the Darkling another time; either way, there should be food.

The Scrivener crossed the threshold of the Blue Note in a simple black dress, the hem brushing the tops of her pointed toed boots as she took in the dramatically decorated room. It was impressive to be sure, and she couldn't help feeling a little under dressed as her gaze landed on the Dancer. There was no real comparison to be made, despite the twinge of self consciousness. Tucking her fishtail braid over a shoulder, the Nix headed for the other Lost.

"Evening," Ava offered to the group, her rich voice pleasant as she looked to those she knew. "That's a lovely dress, L'aire. And you," a toothy grin creeping onto her face as she saw Daniel, "Nice suit. It's good to see you." The light crow's feet beside her eyes crinkled fondly, keeping expression friendly instead of predatory or mocking.

A curious glance was spared for Hank and Juno, unfamiliar faces in a small 'Hold. "Glad you could join us; I'm Ava."

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