(16 AE) Coronation Autumnal Equinox

[Mhairi Ankaa]

The Equinox came, and preparations began inside the Autumn Commons, the Archives are once more blocked off with a table, only this time, it's not heavy with books, but snacks and cider, merrily glowing string lights illuminate the area, as a few decorations are present to liven up the atmosphere.

Moving from the Hollow to the backyard of Edna's, the garden has been blanketed in an appropriate harvest theme. A low fire burns, surrounded by a circle of chairs, all of which sits under a wooden pergola, which is decorated in the same string lights that light up the Autumn Commons, woven betwixt crisp, Autumn leaves.

Off to a side there is a table, filled with more ciders, and other drinks. Harvest themed deserts, and a few plates of assorted dinner foods, some cooked, their fragrant aroma wafting up, while others were already placed on spits, awaiting their time to be roasted.

Up the path and towards the door leading to the Boarding House itself Dread starts to creep up your spine, the transition is swift, sudden and surprising.

The inviting rooms, and well lit places, have been covered in cobwebs, spiders crawling upon them. The drapes drawn tight, as a wash of echoing moans, and other unpleasant sounds drift from room to room.

Resting upon the table of Betony Rue were half charred corpses, teeth rotting cakes, and other spoiled deserts.

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'Thank goodness for Halloween pop up stores!' Mhairi thinks, placing more fake cobwebs on the archway, a plastic spider ready in her other hand. The Halloween playlist she'd spent hours on already playing. Betony Rue's table-that-was-for-eating-at-and-also-surgery had a variety of foodstuffs sat upon it, already cooked and backed to perfection. And totally on top of a table cloth (even if they're already in dishes and trays. Because icky!).

The elemental thought the first thing she'd do as manager of Edna's was to get a new table for the kitchen, but as she thought about it, Betony Rue's table deserved something of a send off, and this being Mhairi's first Autumn Coronation, and the first since the former Dread Queen left...well using it now just plain made sense!

Turning to survey her work, Mhairi had to nod. Now to get herself ready for the coronation!

Scurrying back to her room, the same small one she's been in for months, and moths now, even if she could have stolen one of the bigger ones for herself. The familiar lines, and the definite knowledge that there was zero ghosts residing in it made the wisp decide to keep this as her room. Slipping inside and flinging her wardrobe open, Mhairi had to settle on the absolute hardest part of today.

What to where...

One worried lip, two himms, and three haws later, Mhairi decided to dress up. It was her first Autumn Coronation! Who cared if she was going to be over dressed or not?

Returning to the haunted house she turned Edna's into Mhairi flicked on lint off her over-bust corset, before a drippy fingered hand smoothed out the black tulle skirt, that offered a few peaks to her favorite pair of heels. With a crooked grin upon her face she looked once more upon her hard work in action, before she remembered to wear the ring held in her hand instead of simply holding it.

Now, all she had to do was wait for people to show up!

[Benji]

The Mask fizzles and pops as Bronson enters the boarding house, boiled away by an infusion of Glamour as he wraps Vanity around himself like a cloak. Vanity was an old friend, and with it's blessing he transformed from a man of singularly arresting beauty into something indescribably more. The emerald green tie, paired with a window-pane check shirt and stone gray suit he wears looks good on him, just like it would look good on any Spring Courtier, but somehow now it's become almost an afterthought in regards to his appearance. The bottle of 2004 Dom Perignon cradled in one arm seems startlingly drab and mundane in comparison.

Bronson has Striking Looks •••••••• for the scene.
Incidentally, anyone attempting to purposefully harm him must make a successful reflexive Resolve + Composure to do so

"Halloween," Bronson thinks aloud, catching a plastic spider dangling from a bit of artificial cobweb before flicking it back up into the depths of it's lair. "Charming." He takes in the decor as he moves from room to room, until he encounters a resident. "Good evening. I came with a gift, in recognition of the seasonal change. Where should I stick it?" The shimmering iridescence of his skin glistens as he gestures to the bottle of champagne he brought with him.

Splendor of the Envoy’s Protection

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-09-22 01:34:06		Bronson rolls 6 to Vainglory 3 (Presence 3 + Wyrd 1 + SL 2) (10 Again)		5, 1, 7, 7, 10, 5, 4		1 success

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi smiled to herself when she heard the first steps of arrivals, she wondered just who was the first to appear. Turning to the entry Mhairi stopped short. And stared. The blue-green shifting shades upon glass like skin. The striking contracts of the man's hair...Mhairi's face heated up as she stuttered out nonsense sounds. Fell-flames travel the length and breath of the too perfict to be real fairest in front of her.

It was only the hesitant sounds of another's voice that drew Mhairi out of her blatant ogling. "Fa-fa-fancy." Mhairi got out in reference to cobalt Adonis' gift. "I-ah-I can take it." a drippy finger hand moves up, "And-ah-and yours too-uh-Scampy." A head tilts, as she notices them both are Spring. And that they've yet to pledge to the 'hold. but that's to be expected. Having not seen them during the Summer Coronation they wouldn't have had a chance to swear in then, but...had they only arrived after that? Or was it closer to now? Since Mhairi couldn't remember seeing either of the Springs before. And she'd remember the Fairest. Fell-flames dart back up to his impossible face, a burning heat coloring her cheeks.

Still the wisp had to wonder what was it about her that the Wyrd deemed it necessary to draw new arrivals to her like a moth to a flame.

"I'm-ah-Mhairi, Mhairi Ankaa, Twilit Page of-ah Autumn." the first time she's ever be able to introduce herself to new 'lings with her fancy tittle. And if they both appeared here, to (probably) introduce themselves, and to swear in they hopefully weren't Loyalists or Privateers. If they were...well she had her new fancy Hedgespun Fans. "This-is-ah Edna's. I'm the-er manager. It's a-a Boarding House for the Lost-who-ah haven't found a place yet. If-ah you want to keep-ah-keep with the scary part of Autumn stay inside, but if-ah-if you want to see the other harvest-y parts, outsides set up too!" a chipper chirp, and a bright smile, though the elemental noticeably fails to mention the Autumn Hollow. She wasn't stupid enough to let unsworn 'lings inside their sanctum.

[Coco]

When Coco came swirling into the room in a cloud of midnight velvet, she was hoping to find that she was the belle of the ball. Perhaps not hoping very consciously, but after disappearing into the fog of her own personal, pitying depression, a part of her had fixated upon this event, or rather her debut there, as something important. Something essential to elevate her beyond the cutting rejection she'd just faced from what should have been her motley.

Yet, when the cape of velvet settled around her, and the tip of her cane came to rest firmly upon the boarding house's floor, nothing was more clear than the fact that her hope had been for naught. A vision of glass and alluring color, all in packaged in a fashionable, if male, suit.

Well, Coco hadn't exactly been in the mood to smile, anyways.

"So," she proclaimed, "we have guests in the Freehold? Or recent arrivals. Regardless, perhaps we should all cluster somewhere a bit less claustrophobic for when the others arrive."

All the velvet!

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[Lesingnon]

Rick wasn't entirely certain when it changed, perhaps when the Four Seasons burnt down. But after his return to the Freehold he'd noticed that Sovereigns had started delaying their appearances at their coronations. He supposed it could help them make a grand entrance. Lynn had been a bit late to Spring's coronation out of necessity, they'd been choosing their Monarch at the event itself. Ramona had kept with it. Rick, as it turned out, did not.

The newly minted Dread Lord might not have been the first to arrive. But nor did it take him all that long to make his appearance. His dress was a fair bit simpler than that of any of the women. A simple charcoal suit, the coat worn unbuttoned over a shirt colored he red of autumn leaves. It wasn't the clothes that were important, though. It was the mantle that swelled to fill his surroundings as he entered. Autumn's favor was unmistakable upon him. And here, at the Leaden Mirror's coronation? That distinction held weight.

And Spring was, it seemed, at full bloom during Autumn's rise. Two Antler Courtiers he'd never seen before. One of whom bore a fairly decent mantle of his own. And, unless Rick missed his guess, had the magic of Vainglory wrapped around him. He didn't know of any other way for a changeling to cut quite so arresting a figure. Along with a bottle of Perignon? He certainly had come with every intention of making a good impression, it seemed.

Rick came to a stop next to L'aire, standing next to his motley mate and fellow Monarch as he took in the decor. "Love what you've done with the place, Mhairi. And it's certainly wonderful to see fresh faces in attendance as well." He gave each of them a smile in greeting, "I'm Rick Pereg, by the way."