Feast of Colour

[Coco]

"Aw, but that's not as fun!" Coco whined in overly mournful dramatics, her swordless hand falling over her heart and her eyes rolling skyward as though this sudden turn of events had deeply wounded her and she was beseeching some higher power for aid! It was all in jest, of course, though the Claviger was disappointed that Morgan had had another excuse for her to climb up on her ridiculous high horse. Aw well! Even-tually Coco would make the raccoon valet park the damn thing and eat her own indignation. Alas, today would not be the day, though it would be the day when she'd make the raccoon eat some colored powder.

Just the thought made her smile, and content with it in mind, she turned to greet the violinist that had just arrived.

"Dear Lynn, hello! All has been going well, I must say, and soon it shall be so again, but for now things aren't exactly going are they?" Coco replied cheekily. "What of you? Come, tell me, but let me introduce myself to one who I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting." That said, Coco waved Lynn after her and pranced towards L'aire by the banquet tables.

"Good day, Madame! I haven't had the pleasure yet of making your acquaintance, so please allow me to introduce myself now. I am Cosima Tascioni, Claviger of Spring, though oft known by Coco to most," she delivered, followed by a gracious bow, the nerf sword being tucked by her hip as though it were sheathed.

[Kyle Ferlen]

"Yeah... you're probably right." he answers the Windwig. He's not very keen on walking away and possibly missing out on some of the fun, though.

Coco's attempt to get the party started apparently falls flat. Kyle is a little surprised - and confused - by how poorly it is received by Morgan. Raccoon girl and Coco aren't... friends then. Kyle can't say he minds either of them, really.

"That's not a bad idea, Morgan. Cool with that, Alex?" The other Spring courtier seems to have enough powder, at any rate. His attention is drawn back to Morgan as she makes an attempt to express herself to Sasha. And Sasha thinks she is bad with words. He wouldn't dare say that to the girl's face, though. Even the half-blind Minstrel can tell that she's feeling embarrassed about it. He smiles what he hopes is a charming, disarming and completely innocent smile at the Steepscrambler.

  what cupcake?

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-04-28 16:05:16		Kyle Ferlen rolls 1 to Wits+Composure-2 (flaw) -1 (clarity) (10 Again)		3		failure

L'aire's arm around his waist is a welcome addition to a rockin' party, and he smiles back at her. Entirely lost in her eyes. "Well, 'hi' then." He's so distracted by his current predicament that he doesn't yet notice Lynn has shown up.

[InvertedMonkey]

Uncertain ground. The Spring Court organizers seem to like their surprises. Honestly, surprises don't seem like the best thing for a bunch of traumatized Hedge refugees. Which is what every Lost is, whether or not they acknowledge it. Sure, the Spring Court is all about sticking it to the Others by refusing to let trauma rule your life, but there's a difference between moving on and ignoring it ever happened in the first place. Lost might have been tortured. Lost might have been hunted. Lost might have had to risk their life for every meal. Why add more tension by keeping secrets in the name of "Surprise!"

It bothers Ramona. It didn't bother her much when she wasn't planning on going to the Feast of Color, but after taking a call from Ava, it started to bother her. You do things for friends. Things like going with them to a party even when you don't want to go yourself. Just so they won't be alone. Anyway, the surprise bothers Ramona. Because there's waterbaloons and squirt guns and apparently paint-soaked boffer swords involved. Is this going to be a competition? A free-for-all? Are there rules? Should she have brought armaments of her own? Not knowing is stressful. Because there are members of the Freehold she does not feel safe with. Socially, not physically. People she doesn't want to be vulnerable to. Hard to protect yourself if you don't know what's coming. Easy for someone else to take advantage.

The colors are loud. Again. Somehow they've blended the monochromatic tone of Valentine's Day with the eye-popping crescendo of hues from the Coronation of Desires. It seems impossible, but they've managed to fail at both ends of the spectrum at once. First there's White everywhere, and doesn't that just bring back childhood memories, of rivers and songs and fanaticism. Pure white, everywhere you look, all the same. For a moment, Ramona regrets not bringing sunglasses, to shield against the glare. Which, come to think of it, is another mark against the surprise of this event; should she have brought eye-protection? Seems like water, powder, and chemicals are gonna get flung around. God, hopefully someone thought of that.

Anyway, aside from the White, there is the Color. It's all so loud when you first look at it, it kind of blends together into this swirl. Against the backdrop of almost equally colorful flowers, it's like a smear, a knot of more powerful shades, uncertain if it is demanding to be noticed or trying to blend into the scenery. Then the colors start resolving into distinct forms. Bowls of powder, bottles of juice. Some of it's even food. Could be tasty. Oh god, is this a food fight? Please, no. Why would you waste perfectly good food. Don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan? Really, the appeal of food fights escapes her. Unless it's with a significant other. Which is just a whole other level of intimacy she's not prepared for. Again, why would you surprise someone with this? It does not make sense.

Sensing the turn of Ava's head, she looks down at the Scrivener, meeting her gaze for a moment. We could just turn around and walk out. Ava can't hear the thought, but Ramona hopes she knows the option is open. But no, Ava chose to come here, asked for some company. Which means it's Ramona's job to help her get through this, not help her avoid it. "I'll watch your back if you watch mine," she offers quietly. Then, she steps into the garden. The hem of her white, drawstring pants brushes the tops of old, beat-up white sneakers, matching a simple white tank top. No choker today, but the fact that her hair is white is an element of symmetry that could be pleasing or unsettling.

[RebornSeas]

Alex nodded to Kyle at Morgan's suggestion. "Go for it! It might end up pasty, but I'm just glad someone other than me and Mrs. Rosemary thought about what our guests would use." He shot a glance to Coco and Lynn, then added, "Unless you two have more guns and swords hiding around her somewhere. Hey Lynn."

But then Ava and Ramona entered, so Alex flashed a quick grin to the other members of Spring, along with Morgan and L'aire, then darted over to the entrance to great the two just joining them. "Hey Ramona! Ava! I missed you at the coronation, and wound up talking to Rick on my own." He pouted, though playfully, and snagged some grapes to munch on, even as he noticed that they both seemed a little nervous. "Oh, if you guys have any questions about stuff, I can answer them. Somehow this event got based on one of my ideas, though it's not really the right date for Holi." He scrunched his nose and scratched his head as if he wasn't sure how that happened - and really, he wasn't.

But he was going to make sure everyone was comfortable with events and having fun.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan gave Cosima a flabbergasted look, wondering if the Clavinger had lost her impulse control or her common sense as part of the insanity that came with being a Changeling. She bit her tongue to not speak it aloud though. The Twilit Page had told Catherine she would be civil to her girlfriend, so she would try. Though if the two of them spoke, Morgan would explain to the wasp how practical joke ambushes were a poor choice when dealing with mentally impaired, often validly paranoid, and (probably) armed individuals.

Annoyance faded into a genuine smile at the arrival of her pack-er motley mate. Morgan beamed a smile at Lynn and gave the violinist a happy little wave, "Lynn! G-g-g-g-joyous to see me-motley mate heh-here." She then looked Lynn up and down, taking in her attire and the violin case. Morgan hoped nobody would try to "colorize" the violin. That however is not what caused her to send a concerned look towards Lynn, "Uh, d-d-did ye nada-not bring a change f-for after the dyeing tis f-f-fino-completed?"

That was what she had in the bag, as she been expecting a tye-dye-hippy party thing, not a food fight. Out of the corner of her eye, the raccoon noticed others entering. Her head snapped towards the entrance in paranoia, but her shoulders relaxed when she saw whom had entered. She gave her three friends a wave in greeting before turning back to Lynn. And then got a confused look on her face as Alex explained the origin of this even: "Nana-nada-not right date for...Holiiii what?"

[Changeling ST]

The Spring Queen hit the door frame of the Rose Garden’s courtyard. She smiled to see all the business already. Her Mantel even beamed with the smell of beautiful blossoms, her hair also filled with them. When she stepped upon the grass, it seemed a little greener and lush. The Nightsinger's dress was held by the tinest straps, but flowed like white water over rocks. It was unique and looked very much like it should stay white.

“Bonjour à tous who have arrived so far! Welcome to the Feast of Colour!” Her arms outstretched as most of them were Springs, or those who hated to be late. “If you haven’t picked out a white outfit, or you notice anyone needs one, please show them inside. We have all looks and sizes.”

“We will commence the fun when more arrive.” Clearly this was not the entire number of the Freehold. “But, should ‘spill,’ don’t worry! Is part of the fun!”

Skirting toward Alex in a quickened manner. The Flowering leaned in, whispering as the smell of beautiful perfume wafted from her being. “There are two very large bins on wheels in the conference room. Some other baskets as well. All prefilled with colored water, the deepest you could dream.”

Violet's Dress

[Trickster]

Lynn waved at L'aire cheerfully as she met up with Morgan, reaching out to gently clasp the other woman's shoulder in greeting. "Hey there, it's a pleasure to meet you." Catching Morgan's question, she looked down at herself and appeared to think for a moment, before nodding sheepishly. "That . . . would have been a really smart idea. For some reason I didn't think to bring extra clothes." She rolled her eyes slightly at her absentmindedness. "But I could probably just grab something left over at the end of all of this. Or walk home in colors, it's a gorgeous day."

"As for Holi, I think that's the original festival that color runs and all of this are based on." She looked over at Alex for confirmation. "Isn't it a Hindu festival of some kind?"