(1303) Coronation of Spring

[Key]

After being rebuked and having the indication that everything she knew and felt was wrong thrust upon her shoulder, the Manikin escaped from the presence of the ruling monarch. The Summer Tower’s suit jacket bundled at her chest as she shook. Whether from fear, sorrow, or anger she didn’t know; but she did know it wasn’t from her own court’s emotion.

The tears continued to roll down her cheeks, finally melting those that had been frozen because of the Ice Queen’s presence, and even the small hickup-sobs were starting to appear.

It was wrong, all wrong.

She just wanted to hide....or maybe have a hug. Nova just didn’t trust herself with speaking at the moment.

Nova found herself at the buffet, within close enough hearing range of the rest of her own Court, but still blinded to the thought of them as she couldn’t stop the struggle of emotions running through her.

The urge to crawl under the table into the fetal position and just let the tears continue to fall was just a little too strong and with a quick turn of the head she did just that, managing to snag some of the palm-leaf decorations on the way down.

[Orianna]

Leah turns to the voice, smiling to the Wizened Vincent , “I sort of remember you, you seemed to be in a hurry that evening, and I never caught your name.” She replied in a friendly tone, “But it’s nice to see you again, I’m Leah by the way.”

[Mary Lee]

At some level, the social faux pas in progress stung Mary - here were Monarchs making demands of the behavior of the delicate. Like a prince... no, the Prince.

And the parallel to her own durance was startling. And yet, it still influenced her right here, and right now. Yours is not to question, or do things, my daughter, her keeper had spoken, probably more than once, but her Fae-addled memory was notoriously bad at knowing whence or when these things came. Only that they were.

She'd probably have been furious if it weren't her natural proclivity to be depressed. She lacked the spark for violence, or she'd have seen the face of the Prince in that Queen across the room and her vision would've turned red. So cool, so casual - so sinister. Shut up, stand still, look pretty. And she remembered she'd tried to speak up, once. Silence! It is not your place, and she'd bled. Had he actually hit her, or was his mere displeasure what had made her bleed?

If she stayed in her own head any longer, she'd probably shut down. She'd probably meekly crawl out of this room and drown her sorrows with whatever was left of that vodka bottle under her bed. But she knew that it wasn't her that was the wronged party. Of course, everyone in this room probably felt wronged. Everyone just wanted to be the hero of their own story. Muses do not do things. They just stand around and look pretty. Maybe I can be strategic about where I choose to do so. That's progress, isn't it? she thought, resisting the compulsion to hide and wait for things to be better - that hadn't seemed to help in her last miserable year in Sacramento, and what the hell was she doing here if nothing was ever going to get better?

But helping herself felt wrong to schema of Musehood that had been 'bred' into her, nae, beaten, as far as de facto reality indicated. So she tried to provide a shoulder to cry on for someone else. If that's what would help.

Intuitively, whether her original nature or her durance's doing, she knew what to do. So she did.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-03-27 19:26:37		Mary "Pumpkin" Lee rolls 6 to Empathy ("What's the matter?") (10 Again)		9, 5, 7, 10, 10, 10, 4, 8, 7		5 successes

So she crawled right up to Nova, slowly, cautiously, smiling all the while. "Hi. I'm Mary. Mind if I sit with you?"

[Changeling ST]

The bewitching eyes of the Fairest caught a Manikin walking in and the outfit she wore for the evening. Violet understood the attire she chose. The Avant Guard certainly had a penchant for edgy clothing which was similar to her dress no less, but it had something necessary beneath her own fabrics. There was a time and place for certain things such as the freedom from constricting fabrics, but here was not the time. Often while in other cities and here no less, it reminded her of hearing about a Betazoid Wedding from Star Trek, so very Spring of them. C'est exactement pourquoi je prιfθre les satins et les soies.

The Nightsinger’s plate was decorated in a cheesecake, petite fours and exotic fruit which blended beautifully with her bouquet of Spring. Upon leaving the buffet table, Violet caught someone she hadn’t met. How could one miss a Giant who looked very much like he could belong to Onyx. The Flowering enjoyed meeting new people, especially those of the Lost. The Nightsinger wasn’t intimidated by any means to the strapping tall man with sapphire eyes that seemed to pierce to ones core.

With an uplifting voice in an amazing French accent, Violet encountered @Niflymir . “Have you ever had Mangosteen? It is so succulent and like a taste of paradise.” Her smile full of that of the Verdant Court, genuinely friendly and amazingly chic.

“I don’t think we’ve met yet, Violet LeBlanc.” Extending her hand toward the Autumn Snowskin.

Savnok

[Anubite25]

Seeing as Malcom Green seemed quite interested in getting a plate for himself, Stripes lets his attention wander.

He spots Mal (wolf Mal, not giant Mal) also near the food and tosses her a wave. She's seeming much sturdier than the Halloween party from the looks of things. She also seems to be chatting with a newcomer.

Stripes considers moving over to join before his eyes note someone standing near the entrance of the hall. One eyebrow goes up in curiosity. Another beast? And a rabbit at that from the looks of things.

Forgetting about his other two acquaintances in favor of the newcomer, the tiger balances his plate and glass and makes his way over. Along the way he does notice a bit of to-do going on that Rook seems involved in. A girl leaves that group covered in an oversized jacket...

Seeing her head for Mrs. Rosemary and the Springs, Stripes elects to leave that one alone. Besides, previous experience with trying to help out with... any trouble Rook got involved in at Freehold parties hadn't ended well for him. Instead he focuses back on the rabbit girl. Finally he's close enough to greet her, his mantles eerie whispers already picking up at the newcomer's presence.

"Hi there," he says with his friendliest smile. "You new around here?"

[Mykel]

Anya cocks her head slightly as Lou mentions the troubles with new arrivals. "That is odd. Why anyone would wish to cause trouble among a group meant to help them, I do not understand..." Of course, there are always those that like to make asses of themselves she supposed.

She nods as he clarifies his statement about Courts; the Ogress a little surprised the draconic wasn't a member of the Spring Court. He certainly had that air about him. "Is she? Well, I will have to try and speak with her before the end of the evening; to congratulate her if nothing else." She was a little surprised that a Monarch would be serving food; but it was reassuring that at least one of the Season's leaders didn't place themselves on high from the rest of Court. "And I was going to, but I didn't want to see like a... I believe the term is "a mooch"? Better to wait a little while before getting something to eat."

There's a hint of a smile as Anya says the last sentence; though she makes a mental note to get something to eat before too many more people arrive. She turns her attentions to the other Monarchs as Lou points them out, gently nodding her head as she tries to remember names and faces for later. "I'll have to speak with Spartan before I leave tonight as well. As for questions, the only thing that comes to mind is what the usual routine is for these event. Each Freehold is different, and I like to know what I'm getting into..."

[Heath Moore]

Clad in his Friday Finest, the dapper Joyeux Minstrel finally made it to the Four Seasons for the spectacular Spring Season Coronation Ceremony. Huzzah! Heath was in great spirits. He had been having the greatest of times lately in Sacramento. The town had really grown on him. And not only that but he was celebrating a year of having been in it. And it would be an anniversary to remember.

"Hi Jack! Hi Degnar!" says Heath brightly, walking quickly past the two as they lingered outside the hall. ( Jack Tarra , Degnar )

Strolling in, his pockets stuffed with party-makers, Heath was surprised to see the room burstingly full of Changelings. Not because they were Changelings but because... Heath checks his watch. "Holy crabcakes, I'm late!" he exclaims wildly and rushes forward to the buffet to get in line.

Heath invites himself into this thread

[Heath Moore]

"Hi, Queen Rosemary!" says Heath, waving excitedly like a little kid at the grandmotherly figure behind the mountains of delicious-smelling food. "Sorry I'm late! Hope everything's going great. The food looks awesome, as always!" Heath demonstrates this feeling by supplying two thumbs up in accordance to his statement.

Looking down the line, Heath saw a handful of familiar faces. "Mary! Perry! Larry! Oh, I mean Juno! It's Juno, right? Right. Good. Good to see you all. Also as always." Inspecting further, there seemed to be another familiar face hiding in a very large coat that was much too big for the girl. "Astra! Well if that don't beat all. You made it! Good thing too. ♪ Because Spring is in the air ♫," he sings without shame or subtly. "So, what're we all up to? Are we scheming? Are we congregating? Ooo, sounds fun."

The excitable Minstrel rubbed his long alabaster hands together mischievously as he stopped talking long enough to hear what was going on.