(1812) Winter Coronation

[Sonnie Wu]

When Sonnie arrived at the Blue Note, she was looking at everything in fascination. This was her first time here, having only heard of the club's existence, previously. She marveled at all the decorations, truly surprised at how beautiful the set up was. Obviously, the Winter Queen had spared no expense!

The Spring Beast, for her part, came adorned in what she apparently considered to be a fancy holiday outfit. She wore was could only be called an ugly Christmas sweater dress with her red Hedgespun shoes. Her reddish-brown hair was worn up in a cute bun, and her long monkey tail dangled from under the hem of her dress.

"Whoa, that is an amazing ice sculpture! And look at these tables! And listen to the music! Everything is so pretty! And here I thought a Winter Court party would be depressi... uh, I mean de... depraved? No, wait, that's Spring parties. Is it always this cold in here? Good thing I'm wearing a sweater! Anyway, are there snacks?"

The monkey girl seemed to be speaking to herself for the moment. Even without someone to listen, she liked to chatter.

[Seraphina]

Winter’s night had come. Which meant Sera had an excuse to break out her fancier dresses.

And tonight’s dress was in tune with what a Spring was. Beautiful, and filling those around them with desire.

It wasn’t as attention grabbing as the one she wore to Autumn’s gathering, but it was still stunning. The top was fitted to her body, deeply cut and sheer, save for perfectly placed flowers and vines. The skirt came down in a cascade around her, flowing out behind her in delicate waves. Her hair was done in an elegant French twist with piece left hanging out to frame her face and dance down her back. Her makeup was nonexistent, not that she needed it anyways.

Walking into the Note, she was glad she picked up a long, hooded fur lined white cape. Sapphires take in the decorations. Knowing Winter went all out yet again, setting the bar high.

She spots John and waves. Hoping he wasn’t going to stick to the sides by himself.

Spotting the two not quite so familiar faces, she lowers her hood and pushes the cape off her shoulders as she walks towards them. Letting the dress take center stage.

Smiling warmly,

“Hi!” comes the angelic voice, “I’m Seraphina, but just Sera works.”

[Rhodes]

The doors open wide, as Rhodes steps boldly through in an immaculate deep red suite, the blooming scarlet flowers at his cuffs and temples creating a brighter contrast with the stylish burgundy, his icy-pale skin creating a stark shock as the entire ensemble is covered by the long coat of roiling dark grey thunderclouds. In the dim light, the coat seems to flash as if sheet lightning strikes behind a band of clouds, and the Leaden crown glints steely grey in the flashing fairy lights. An icy breeze ripples through the room, sending yellow, gold and red leaves twirling into existence as the Dread Lord of Autumn makes his entrance.


His emerald eyes rove over the elegant scene laid out by the Winter Queen, taking in the fine quality of the decoration. Sera was absolutely right. Sasha goes all out. The Flowering sweeps in, giving the Sun Banisher a cheerful wave before being distracted by the white-garbed form of Sera - within seconds a roguish smile is brought to his lips and Rhodes strolls up behind her. "Surprise..." he whispers gently into her ear and placing a hand on her hip. "Sera, my darling, you look sensational," Rhodes says, smiling widely, and stepping past her, spreading his arms wide, presenting the red suit. "I found a cut that I liked after all!" He takes her hand and kisses it, running his eyes up her exposed body before locking his emerald eyes with her sapphire ones and winking. Spinning around, he looks at the others present. "Sonja! Always a pleasure. And I don't believe we have met..." he says, looking at his Kithmate with an arched eyebrow. "My name is Rhodes, Dread Lord of the Autumn Court." He watches the newcomer, smiling.

[Titania]

She hated Winter. Not the Court of course, but the season. It was just so cold, too cold, and it made her wisps wobbly and her hair frizzy with humidity. At least, with Qeen Circe around, she knew the room would be heated.

Excuses, my dear. Excuses. Her inner voice chirped. You hail from London, are you really complaining about the patterns of weather?

The patterns indeed, it was the hibernal solstice in the Northern Hemisphere. Thanks to her "blessing" she could pinpoint the timing right to the nanosecond, something not even modern science could do... yet.
No, she just hated large gatherings. Too many people, too many eyes, too many occasions for her wisps to go wandering around and mingle with the crowd. It was enervating, nevertheless, she had to be there. Sasha, the Onyx Queen, was the only Monarch she hadn't yet paid her tribute to. An inexcusable misstep on her part. And she had given her floaties her word, to them it meant something.

The Emerald Courtier entered the Blue Note with her star sapphires filled with marvel and a court of blazing lights in her trail. It was an odd convoy, sprinkling moondust wherever they stepped. The entire Winter Court had outdid itself, she noted. Smiling at the familiar faces, she was hit by the sudden realization of how casually she had dressed for the occasion. A quilted biker jacket flung over a navy blue knitted sweater. Denim jeans and leather boots completed the outfit. Her hair was styled into a braid, the Fairest wore little makeup. It wasn't a debutante ball by any means, but it was something somewhat more mundane than she had intended and prepared for. Compared to the courts of London, perpetually stuck in their contentious antagonism, Sacramento's courtly affairs led themselves to more amiable gatherings.

For a second she thought about turning back and heading straight home, so flimsy and flighty she was. She just felt out of place; but then she was reminded of how eagerly her wisps had been waiting for the Coronation, their excitement had been honest and she didn't want to spoil their mood.

[Alfonso Franco]

Detective Alfonso Franco arrives in a suit with a vest and bow tie that appears to have a slight metallic sheen. His dapper hat perched on his head, he enters and circulates. The cold is not a bother at all. He nods towards his fellow courtier, Lydia Gehring and also with respect towards the Autumn Monarch, Rhodes though he does not approach or attempt conversation.