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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The castle is sporting a number of decorations fitting for a frosty party despite the mountain not even being all that cold. The doors of the building sit wide open, inviting guests into the ballroom where the first half of the party is scheduled to take place. A long table set up square in the middle, laden with food for the taking. A proper feast! The table already seats several. Nobles, mostly, and other wealthy folk that have the time and money to make the trip, but even a good number of beings dressed in what could be considered commoner garb.<br> <br>Of course Natska is in attendance; the jaguar is circulating through the crowd in the ballroom, greeting people she recognizes and getting to know the people she doesn't. She has opted for a nice but not too fancy blue dress tonight, decorated with white snowflake patterns.<br> <br>Fenris saunters into the main hall and looks around with a contented little smile at the milling nobility in their finery. The fluffy feline has left his long coat with the nervous servant at the door with strict instructions not to look in the pockets. Especially THAT pocket. It was well meant advice, since that pocket was filled with a rather potent itching powder and he would hate to see the poor being suffer for his curiosity. |
| + | Fenris is wearing a fine pair of military trousers tucked into his boots and a modified Creator jumpsuit top. The sleeves have been removed, giving the feline the look of a military officer stripped down for a good workout. He wanders toward the buffet table and looks over the generous offering before his gaze finds itself drawn to a tray of fine looking mushrooms. His inner kitsune starts poking him to action.<br> <br>Thelergramor is all up in that common garb as he walks in, not all that long after Fenris. And, being Thelergramor, he brow waggles at the nervous servant he passes. The one with Fenris's coat. | ||
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| + | His clothes are cheap, blue shirt with a matching hood, black pants, boots... That kind of stuff. Oh, and he's a basilisk. May or may not be important, but, scales. He has them. Thelergramor peers about at the people, smiling as he tends to be. | ||
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| + | Just kind of glances about the room, then heads for the buffet table.<br> <br>The local(-ish) nurse shark enters the room, wearing her oilskin coat to keep out the cold instead of her normal Aranian robes. She still has her nimcha about her, as well as her normal wetsuit underneath. She smiles to her hosts, heading over to the food, since she's always loved to try new things.<br> <br>There's finely dressed nobles, there's commoners in their everyday clothes...and then there's Dupree, shuffling into the hall in layers of thick padded clothes. On top is a garishly red sweater, with a series of crudely woven patterns all along the front, like two reindeer rampant against a large snowflake, a bipedal horse on skis with a scarf fluttering behind her, and hoofprints on a field of pure white. And she seems to bring with her quite a sharp drop in temperature, as a brisk chill follows in her wake and a very small patch of cloud brushes against the ceiling above her, a few occasional flakes of snow falling from it, though they melt before they touch the ground. | ||
| + | Her uneven eyes rove around as she takes in the sights, greeting the Wolf with an enthusiastic "You!" and Cassidy and Natska with a far more cautious "You..."<br> <br>Cassidy remains near the door to greet those that come in, personally. Dressed up in a dark blue tail coat with white slacks today, and a black underblouse. "Thank you all for coming!" She says with a smile, adjusting her top hat. "Please! Enjoy the meal and company! The show will begin when everyone is here and has eaten their fill!" Dupree's words get a flick of her ears. "Us? Welcome, all the same, miss!"<br> <br>Natska smiles as she sees a few more of her friends show up, although Dupree's greeting causes her to raise her eyebrows as she tries to place the pegasus. She settles for giving her a smile and a small nod, then turns her attention to Cassidy as her wife addresses the crowd. Once the opening address is done, Natska smiles and moves up to take Cassidy's arm. "Such a crowd tonight."<br> <br>Fenris can't stand it. With no one to distract his attention- well, aside from Dupree and her quieter-than-usual entrance- the fluffy feline can't bring himself to deny the prankster impulse. He discreetly pulls a small pouch from within his shirt and adds a few lovely looking mushrooms to the tray before picking up some sort of meat on a stick. He does not bother Natska and Cassidy, making their society rounds, only giving a friendly wave and letting them enjoy Dupree's company as he looks about for other persons of interest.<br> <br>Thelergramor scratches his reptilian face and turns to Dupree; says: "Hey, been a while. Good to see you." Repeats that to Cirra, nodding: "Cirra, nice to see you too." Thel hadn't heard anything about a show! But isn't surprised, for, reasons... Them reasons being: Cassidy likes her theatricality. Proceeds to just stare idly at the food arranged for them. Doesn't eat anything. No appetite. | ||
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| + | He did not see Fenris's shenanigans; as one attractive being or another caught his attention for a few seconds... But, smiles over at Fenris a few moments later. Quietly.<br> <br>Cirra takes a small plate of food for herself before walking over to her hostesses, giving a wave and setting her food down on a nearby table, but not letting it out of her sight. She then signs to the pair. <It is a pleasure as always to see you two. I am unfamiliar with this custom, but what are we celebrating again??<br> <br>Dupree fixes one eye on Cassidy, and the other on...well...it's hard to tell, but it appears to be a window up high. She holds this strange gaze for a minute, snowflakes falling on her long snout of a face as she stares the fennec down. Slowly, she reaches into her sweater...and from somewhere inside it (?)...before withdrawing...a candy cane! Granted, some of the red has smeared, as if it's been...er...pre-enjoyed, but nonetheless, she hangs the crook of it on Cassidy's nose. "Hello!" she chimes. "I never did learn your name...I'm Dupree! Have you been treating my friend well? Ooh, snacks!" she rattles off, hustling to the buffet table grabbing dual handfuls of this-and-that (including a few mushrooms), and munching eagerly. | ||
| + | "Did'fa knew I'm a pegafif now?" she calls loudlythrough a mouthful, extending her magnificent wings out sideways and thwapping poor Thelergramor. "Oop! Forry!" she exclaims to the beleagured wolf.<br> <br>Fenris' trickery goes unnoticed, ensuring that a few people will have very interesting evening, at least. Cassidy, never being much of a mushroom person, will be spared that fate at least! "Nothing... Specific, Cirra. Celebrating the time of year, and, to some extent, my recent lifebonding with Natska before our little vacation to Shralesta," she says with a grin. "Nice of you to come, Cirra." She gives Natska's arm a little squeeze before looking back up to Dupree, blinking a little at the candy cane hung from her muzzle. "Errr. Well. Uh, I am Cassidy! It is nice to meet you, Dupree."<br> <br>Natska tilts her head to the side a little, her ear flicking, then snickers at Cassidy and Dupree. "Nice to meet you, yes," she echoes. "I'm Natska. And it is a celebration of the fifth of January, Cirra! Because... well, there is just so much in life worth celebrating, you know?" | ||
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The castle is sporting a number of decorations fitting for a frosty party despite the mountain not even being all that cold. The doors of the building sit wide open, inviting guests into the ballroom where the first half of the party is scheduled to take place. A long table set up square in the middle, laden with food for the taking. A proper feast! The table already seats several. Nobles, mostly, and other wealthy folk that have the time and money to make the trip, but even a good number of beings dressed in what could be considered commoner garb.
Of course Natska is in attendance; the jaguar is circulating through the crowd in the ballroom, greeting people she recognizes and getting to know the people she doesn't. She has opted for a nice but not too fancy blue dress tonight, decorated with white snowflake patterns.
Fenris saunters into the main hall and looks around with a contented little smile at the milling nobility in their finery. The fluffy feline has left his long coat with the nervous servant at the door with strict instructions not to look in the pockets. Especially THAT pocket. It was well meant advice, since that pocket was filled with a rather potent itching powder and he would hate to see the poor being suffer for his curiosity.
Fenris is wearing a fine pair of military trousers tucked into his boots and a modified Creator jumpsuit top. The sleeves have been removed, giving the feline the look of a military officer stripped down for a good workout. He wanders toward the buffet table and looks over the generous offering before his gaze finds itself drawn to a tray of fine looking mushrooms. His inner kitsune starts poking him to action.
Thelergramor is all up in that common garb as he walks in, not all that long after Fenris. And, being Thelergramor, he brow waggles at the nervous servant he passes. The one with Fenris's coat.
His clothes are cheap, blue shirt with a matching hood, black pants, boots... That kind of stuff. Oh, and he's a basilisk. May or may not be important, but, scales. He has them. Thelergramor peers about at the people, smiling as he tends to be.
Just kind of glances about the room, then heads for the buffet table.
The local(-ish) nurse shark enters the room, wearing her oilskin coat to keep out the cold instead of her normal Aranian robes. She still has her nimcha about her, as well as her normal wetsuit underneath. She smiles to her hosts, heading over to the food, since she's always loved to try new things.
There's finely dressed nobles, there's commoners in their everyday clothes...and then there's Dupree, shuffling into the hall in layers of thick padded clothes. On top is a garishly red sweater, with a series of crudely woven patterns all along the front, like two reindeer rampant against a large snowflake, a bipedal horse on skis with a scarf fluttering behind her, and hoofprints on a field of pure white. And she seems to bring with her quite a sharp drop in temperature, as a brisk chill follows in her wake and a very small patch of cloud brushes against the ceiling above her, a few occasional flakes of snow falling from it, though they melt before they touch the ground.
Her uneven eyes rove around as she takes in the sights, greeting the Wolf with an enthusiastic "You!" and Cassidy and Natska with a far more cautious "You..."
Cassidy remains near the door to greet those that come in, personally. Dressed up in a dark blue tail coat with white slacks today, and a black underblouse. "Thank you all for coming!" She says with a smile, adjusting her top hat. "Please! Enjoy the meal and company! The show will begin when everyone is here and has eaten their fill!" Dupree's words get a flick of her ears. "Us? Welcome, all the same, miss!"
Natska smiles as she sees a few more of her friends show up, although Dupree's greeting causes her to raise her eyebrows as she tries to place the pegasus. She settles for giving her a smile and a small nod, then turns her attention to Cassidy as her wife addresses the crowd. Once the opening address is done, Natska smiles and moves up to take Cassidy's arm. "Such a crowd tonight."
Fenris can't stand it. With no one to distract his attention- well, aside from Dupree and her quieter-than-usual entrance- the fluffy feline can't bring himself to deny the prankster impulse. He discreetly pulls a small pouch from within his shirt and adds a few lovely looking mushrooms to the tray before picking up some sort of meat on a stick. He does not bother Natska and Cassidy, making their society rounds, only giving a friendly wave and letting them enjoy Dupree's company as he looks about for other persons of interest.
Thelergramor scratches his reptilian face and turns to Dupree; says: "Hey, been a while. Good to see you." Repeats that to Cirra, nodding: "Cirra, nice to see you too." Thel hadn't heard anything about a show! But isn't surprised, for, reasons... Them reasons being: Cassidy likes her theatricality. Proceeds to just stare idly at the food arranged for them. Doesn't eat anything. No appetite.
He did not see Fenris's shenanigans; as one attractive being or another caught his attention for a few seconds... But, smiles over at Fenris a few moments later. Quietly.
Cirra takes a small plate of food for herself before walking over to her hostesses, giving a wave and setting her food down on a nearby table, but not letting it out of her sight. She then signs to the pair. <It is a pleasure as always to see you two. I am unfamiliar with this custom, but what are we celebrating again??
Dupree fixes one eye on Cassidy, and the other on...well...it's hard to tell, but it appears to be a window up high. She holds this strange gaze for a minute, snowflakes falling on her long snout of a face as she stares the fennec down. Slowly, she reaches into her sweater...and from somewhere inside it (?)...before withdrawing...a candy cane! Granted, some of the red has smeared, as if it's been...er...pre-enjoyed, but nonetheless, she hangs the crook of it on Cassidy's nose. "Hello!" she chimes. "I never did learn your name...I'm Dupree! Have you been treating my friend well? Ooh, snacks!" she rattles off, hustling to the buffet table grabbing dual handfuls of this-and-that (including a few mushrooms), and munching eagerly.
"Did'fa knew I'm a pegafif now?" she calls loudlythrough a mouthful, extending her magnificent wings out sideways and thwapping poor Thelergramor. "Oop! Forry!" she exclaims to the beleagured wolf.
Fenris' trickery goes unnoticed, ensuring that a few people will have very interesting evening, at least. Cassidy, never being much of a mushroom person, will be spared that fate at least! "Nothing... Specific, Cirra. Celebrating the time of year, and, to some extent, my recent lifebonding with Natska before our little vacation to Shralesta," she says with a grin. "Nice of you to come, Cirra." She gives Natska's arm a little squeeze before looking back up to Dupree, blinking a little at the candy cane hung from her muzzle. "Errr. Well. Uh, I am Cassidy! It is nice to meet you, Dupree."
Natska tilts her head to the side a little, her ear flicking, then snickers at Cassidy and Dupree. "Nice to meet you, yes," she echoes. "I'm Natska. And it is a celebration of the fifth of January, Cirra! Because... well, there is just so much in life worth celebrating, you know?"
