(1712) Winter Coronation

[Quick]

Moments away from the Blue Note, Quick pauses to check himself out, as he often does, in a reflection from a store window. This is it; his first real chance to represent his Season. Everything has to be perfect. As the crackling, arcing hair atop his head dances in the reflection, Quick frowns. This isn't perfect. It's not... wrong. Just... not perfect. With a sigh, he shrugs away the image of the blue-skinned Elemental and replaces it with one of James.

Satisfied, he makes his way to the entrance. On one last whim, he tries to shrug away the cold of the Winter evening. He'd been wanting to try this for a while, now. He summons a bit of Glamour, willing the air around him to feel warm and comfortable--

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-12-21 20:15:21		Quick rolls 4 to Wyrd+Survival+WP to beat the cold (10 Again, WillPower)		2, 7, 4, 3		failure

--to no avail. One more less-than-perfect note to kick off the Coronation. He gets the last frown out of his system, straightens out his peacoat, and paints on a cheerful smile. The sight inside is breathtaking. For a moment, he's swept up in the wonderful display. Even the food looks decorative. As the Levinquick spots the Dancer, he moves in quickly to greet her.

"Hey! That's a lovely dress. This place is... wow." He blinks a few times. Probably not his most coherent thought. But whatever. "Must have costed a fortune to set this up. I'm not late, am I?"

[Seraphina]

Winter’s Coronation.

While Sera was excited, she looked forward to dressing up, she knew it would probably be cold. Which meant the dress she had originally picked, wouldn’t work. Well, it would, she could totally still wear it, but she’d probably freeze her ass off. And that would just ruin the look. So she tucked that dress into a dress bag for another party. What party? She wasn’t sure yet, but she would find one, cause that dress was too amazing not to show off.

So she found another one. It had a similar look to it, but wasn’t as sheer. Well, it was on the top, the branches seeming to wrap around her arms and chest, statically covering what needed to be covered. And while some might feel self-conscious with only fabric covering their chest, the Nix felt at home in it.

Her hair was kept simple as to not draw attention away from the dress, the same with her makeup. Not that she needed makeup anyways.

The Treasured breezes into the Blue Note, the fabric of the dress billowing behind her as she walked. Stopping, wide eyes take in the winter wonderland that the club had been turned into. Everything was taken in, from the colors down to the amazing real ice on the centerpieces! Seemed Spring was going to have to step up their game. Yup, she was going to have to help Ingrid pull out all the stops.

Sapphires find Sasha, looking fabulous, and Quick.

Walking over, “This place is simply breathtaking!” she gushed to the Dancer. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful Coronation!” and it was true. “And that dress? Perfection!” seemed everything the blonde wore looked amazing on her.

Looking to Quick with a smile, “And Quick, looking quite dapper!” she says with approval.

“How have you guys been?”

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Ah. The Winter Coronation. It wasn't her Season, in fact tonight marked the change from hers, the passing of the Crown, but it marked another full year in Sacramento for the Wisp.

Sasha was of course going to go all out, decking the Blue Note out, making it a spot of awe and wonder. Mhairi wondered what colors the Dancer and Onyx Sovereign would choose for this year. Would it be the white winter wonderland that intimidated Mhairi so thoroughly that first Coronation?

Mhairi hums in anticipation and not a single drop of dread. It was a strange feeling. This absence. But nice.

Mhairi knew Green was gone and this would be the first Winter without him. It was weird to think about, but for Sasha...Mhairi frowns as she approaches the doors. She's have to do something nice for her sister Sovereign.

Her stole of leaden leaves flutter about her shoulders as Mhairi enters and sees the wonder laid out before her. An audible explanation of awe escapes her lips, paired with a shiver.

She'd known it was going to be cold. This wouldn't be the Winter Solstice and Coronation without the temperature dropping passed freezing, but the Wisp still chose her dress despite the chill. It wasn't her design, and it cost her a small fortune, but it was fabulous and wonderful. A wrap top, sheer, floor length sleeves, with embroidered flowers, red fir a hint if Autumn to preserve her modesty. A tight fitted skirt with a nice slit that Mhairi from years ago wouldn't have worn. And a nice red bow to cinch her waist.

Walking forward Mhairi fought against the urge to warm herself, beams at the tall blond Dancer "Sasha! Hello! Oh my goodness this is just fabulous!" then fell-flames dance between the Lost and their ensembles and obviously looked each of them up and down, "Sasha, I'd hate to say this considering the effort you went through to deck out the Note, but I think you three are totally upstaging all that work." Teases the Wisp, with a smile.

[Ingrid]

Ingrid arrives next in a swirl of dark skirts. Her ensemble is a variation - or perhaps an evolution - of what she wore to the Reverence. The bodice is perhaps a bit more more snug; the sleeves a little more trailing; the dress's train has definitely been adapted - made lighter so it floats behind her, rather than drag like an anchor. Anticipating a chilly reception (this being the hallmark of Winter) Ingrid has wrapped herself in a shawl of golden and red hues. This time, to mark herself as different from Halloween, the Darkling has opted to drop the wig and ware her natural bob.

She arrives with little fanfare, simply slinking through the door.

One supposes she makes up for the discreet entrance with the delightful squee! that echoes through the chamber. Followed by the rapid patter of clapping as the Darkling makes her joy manifest.

"Well this is just lovely!" Ingrid gushes.

"Well, look at you! All dressed up! Aren't you the picture." A purr as she passes Quick Travisc06489

"Bold. Brilliant. Awesome!" Ingrid mouths quietly as she draws near Sasha Selena

"Hello ladies!" Ingrid snickered as she found @Mhairi Saber Sloth Orianna Seraphina

[Ingrid]

Another smile flickers across the Darkling's face.

"Thanks. Consider it a work in progress. I wore the first incarnation back at Halloween. But there were some... issues. Which I think have been solved now."

She gave the Fairest a playful wink.

"Who is upstaging who? Was there a competition that no one told me about?" Ingrid asked innocently as she forced her way into the conversation.

[Circe]

Fashionably late was the elven queen of Summer. She could've been on time if she'd wanted to stick with the professional attire theme she'd been doing. But not after seeing how Mhairi, Ingird, and especially Seraphina were dressed. The Summer was shocked at the level of stunning beauty. She doubted Sasha would be dressed any less inside either. Even Quick was looking dapper tonight. Circe would rather save her bits for blowing baddies to bits, but that didn't mean she couldn't envy others.

The elf had quickly changed attire, trying not to laugh as her ears perked up at the sound of someone's joy at everyone's attire. She was glad she'd bothered to ready another outfit in case she'd the time to change. The elf made the time, even if she'd have to fix her hair while walking in. Jealousy is a good motivator.


A light fog hung before the door, as Summer Mantle and the cold clashed with one another. Circe found it amusing to dial up her Mantle to cause this, labeling herself too hot to handle, and hiding the fact that she was finishing up with her hair too. Circe let it drop as she stepped out of the mist, the blue and gold trimmed dress she wore would be familiar to the Autumn and Spring Queens, a pair of black high heel slippers barely visible below the dress train stopped the hem from dragging. Only Ingrid would be familiar with Circe's accessory upon her brow, with her bone white hair pulled back into a simple pony tail.


The pendant resting between her breats however was something quite new to all.


The Summer was grinning as she floated to the gathering. Flaunt a pretty dress, not be (overwhelmingly) upstaged by her fellow beauties, and mess with the politics. A great start. The first thing to address, "Fashionably late, am I? But wow. Damn Sasha, this is impressive. The decor, the cold. I've seen court Hollows less impressive than this," she gave the Winter Queen a massive smile and thumbs up, "Good job gal!"


"And mamma mia everyone is looking lovely tonight!"


After this outburst Circe spins onto Sera, eyeing the Spring up and down. Her face was stern, almost glaring. Then she let out a loud sigh, shoulder sagging in defeat as she pouts. The elven woman raises both hands, palms out towards Sera. "I am straight up conceding that my dress doesn't compete with THAT Sera. I mean, wow girl but," she eyed Sera up and down again, "I ain't a fashionista so ya'd best ask her opinion," points at Mhairi, "but a shawl might help in this kinda temperatures. Just sayin." After a pause she added, "Though there might be some fruits that'd help with the cold. Again," tilts her head towards Mhairi, "She'd be the one to ask."


She then focuses on Ingrid, "Ah I thought that was familiar. Nice to see it and ya in it again Ingrid. Though, I don't recall any issues on Halloweeen. It was stunning then and still is now. And if ya mean that dance floor, eh, the booze probably caused more problems then the dresses."

[Seraphina]

Eyes widen slightly as Mhairi makes her entrance. She’d never seen the Wisp wear something so revealing, but it looked amazing on her!

Beaming, “Mhairi! That dress, wow, it looks stunning on you!” she gushed. The Wisp should dress like that more often!

Then entered Ingrid, and Sera takes a moment to look her up and down with a nod.

“Hello yourself. Wow! I love how that dress moves, and you look amazing in it!” the way a dress flowed was very important, and the Darkling knew how to pull it off.

Looking back to Sasha, “Oh, I would not have missed it for the world! Plus, I love an excuse to go all out with a dress. And thank you!” she loved compliments, but who didn’t?

Laughing at Ingrids comment, “Well, if I had know there would be a competition I would have worn my first choice dress instead of this one.” The first one would have stolen the show for sure.

The Treasured turns to the sound of Circe, smiling, “Hi Circe! That dress is beautiful, you wear it so well!” plus, she wasn’t used to seeing the Fairest in a dress. “That color really suits you.” It was true.

An eyebrow was raised, “I wasn’t aware we were in a competition.” She says playfully, not taking her comment seriously. “There was a shall that matched the color of the dress, but I felt it took away from the look. And I’d rather suffer for fashion then be warm and ruin the look.” Sometimes you had to suffer to look amazing.

[Quick]

Sera's entrance almost makes Quick's jaw drop. That is an outfit. He's never been big on the CD vibe, but damn if it wouldn't give him more options. Recovering, he answers "I'll accept dapper. Not quite as good as stunning, but we can't all wear that dress."

Mhairi's mantle makes an entrance before Quick notices her outfit. He doubts he could ever afford something so grand. He greets her with a polite bow of his head and a smile. Taking note of the group compliment. He decides is still counts, and his smile broadens a little.

And a squeal from nowhere forces a blink or two before he recognizes Ingrid, also dressed to the nines and a sight for sore eyes. After her brief exchange with Sasha, he adds "'Solved'. 'Mastered'. Whatever." She always seems to brighten the room with her enthusiasm. He isn't about to let her go unappreciated.

He nods to the Winter Queen, and adds a shrug. "Yeah, wanted to be early. Big deal for me, too. Gonna be hard to top this with the next party, though." Referring, of course, to his own little plan he'd discussed with Sasha at the park.

Quick can't help but laugh at Circe makes herself known. Never a very serious one. For a Summer. "Hey, Circe! Love the necklace. Great color contrast." The blue doesn't scream Summer, but the orange pendant reminds you who she represents.

As the ladies talk up a storm about outfits, Quick starts to feel a little under-dressed. It's... not that he doesn't care. He just doesn't have that big a budget. He rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably for a second before finding an opening in the conversation. Before speaking, he swipes a flute of champagne. It wouldn't get him drunk, but it would probably up his class factor a notch.

"Really glad to see you all." he says. It doesn't slip past him how shallow and fragile the pool of guests appears. Which may be well enough. One of those 'Winter' things. Testing the waters, he raises his glass. "Can't help but reflect on our friends who've moved on, though. We're a small group, but we're tight. Here's to those who've stayed and those who've touched our lives before."