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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The Aurora is at it's best this evening! Colorful paper lanterns hang from the rigging and the entire deck is festooned with brightly colored draperies and decorations. Servants wearing livery marked with the Snowmark crest weave through the crowd offering drinks and food to the plethora of guests, each wearing a domino mask in the spirit of the costume ball. |
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| + | The guests themselves are a sight to see! Each wearing their own unique costumes. Though, it is easy to spot the nobility by their species. Sven himself stands in front of the helm of the ship, watching people arrive. He is wearing an oversize cavalier hat with an ENORMOUS feather in it. He also seems to have painted a blue celtic knot onto the side of his face. The rest of his costume is an ornately crafted military outfit. Wonder who he is supposed to be dressed as?<br> <br>Cedric is also standing near the helm awkwardly fussing with his own costume. He appears to be dressed much more regally than normal. One might suspect him of being noble himself if not for the crudely fashioned tail extension in black and white that appears to have been designed after that of a skunk. His white eye stripes are either dyed or painted in black, not matching the natural black of his remaining fur at all. "I'm uh... I'm not really sure about this..." Cedric says to Sven, looking uncomfortable.<br> <br>Sveta arrives and steps across the gangway, dressed in a long, elegant gown of white that she'd borrowed on short notice. Since Lady Longtail was...busy with her own devices, the social obligation of attending had fallen onto her shoulders, like it or not. Being feathered and quite unwilling to pluck oneself has limited her choices of costume for the event, but at least she's dyed all her feathers black - just who is this supposed to be, and more importantly, will it wash off?<br> <br>Amaterasu steps up to the ship, she never went to anything of this nature, so her clothes weren't anything special. She wore her good robes, which were a soft, silky, white and her cloak, normally worn, was absent. Her staff, as much a part of her body as her arm, still helped her walk, though one could tell shebwas looking much healthier. Less of an eyesore, and more of a ill woman who finally began regaining her weight. Her snow white hair was loose, running in waves to her shoulders, while her forelocks were gilded and tied in braides behind her head, giving the apperance of a circlet. She wore a mask, more because she didnt have leeway to do much else, though anyone could tell by the cold, golden hourglass eyes who this mage was.<br> <br>Issi doesn't do dresses. She really doesn't, for obvious reasons. But she decided that showing up in that half destroyed leather armor she usually wears would be a bad idea. The viper walks up the gang plank in a white silk ball gown and opera gloves with more formal shoes. No hood, no armor- Well aside from the leather corset which she didn't probably need. The one thing she does keep with her is her black scarf, she doesn't go anywhere without that. Once on the ship she sighs, she really didn't like this, but it helped her blend in or at least not be utterly conspicous.<br> <br>Jera has made his way to the ball dressed in his finest. Which, for the kit fox, is a long, flowing dress that goes down to his ankles matched with a shoulder-bare upper half, along with silk gloves that cover up just past his elbows. A polished silver tiara rests upon his groomed hair, looking every bit like a noble lady...discounting his slightly broader muzzle and very, very flat chest. He's not sporting makeup cover this time though, his unusual fur markings visible and even made to stand out a little with talc powder. Unsteady steps give a hint to the platformed shoes he's wearing, even as he slowly makes his way to the congregation. "If I'd known paint was the theme of the ball I'd just have covered up my markings and called it a day." He giggles.<br> <br>Sven waves off Cedric's concern with a grin. "Is fine!" he crows, "But friend Cedric should have used more padding. He is far to small to be friend Rollyskunk." | ||
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| + | The hefty puma turns and looks out over the slowly starting party and waves to the small string quartet that has been providing a bit of background music. As they cut off, the big cat waves an arm to the assembled beings. "Welcome, friends, to the decks of Sven's beautiful Aurora!" he booms in his thick accent, "Sven could not ask for more beautiful night or more beautiful people! Eat! Drink! Dance!" With that, the eccentric noble strikes up the band once more and swaggers down to join the festivities, pulling Cedric along with him. | ||
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| + | It seems that most of the beings present are enjoying themselves, but there is a small knot of beings huddled off to one corner of the deck who don't seem to be joining in the spirit of conviviality.<br> <br>"I told you... padding, in this heat? Even my tolerance has limits." Cedric says to Sven, shaking his head a little bit before the puma makes his small speech and drags him along to the festivities. Despite his obvious discomfort at all the frilly noble dress he's wearing, he seems to get into the spirit of things without too much trouble, waving to the beings in attendance that he recognizes with a friendly smile, and hoping nobody can tell what he's meant to be imitating.<br> <br>Sveta winces the Puma's loud welcome. She'd been given ample warning as to Sven's eccentricities, but this is something altogether. Nevertheless, with everyone masked, folk are just slightly less recognisable - and perhaps her, too - and that takes the edge off having to be around this many beings at once. Still, there's no one she immediately recongises, not under all those clothes and masks, and perhaps a tall, cold drink would be nice...<br> <br>Amaterasu Gives the Puma that annoyednglare of hers. Though, as much as she figured he was loud, boistrous and rowdy, she didnt hate him. Just hated being near him when he starts shouting. The snow-white fox, however swung her gaze over the crowd She seemed to notice a familiar bird, and walked over, her staff making light thuds along the deck. "You look like you could use a drink." She coughs, producing a flask and takig a small sip before storing it back within her robes. Judging by the birds response to the mage, she would determine whether or not she had a friend amongst the sea of careless faces.<br> <br>Issi sighs, this is somewhat what she expected when she thinks of a noble party. Rather loud host notwithstanding. She keeps an eye on the rest of the crowd, not many she knew if any. That doesn't quite stop her though, the viper weaving through the crowd with ease. Even in a ball gown. First, map, then mingle... Er, hopefully mingle, silence usually doesn't help that.<br> <br>Jera stumbles a little bit as he watches Sven for a while. It's not ladylike to stare at all, but he didn't exactly have the best training in a refined environment like this. He makes sure to get two glasses of red wine, one settled in each hand, before walking slowly over to the host noble and his companion for the night. "May I offer mi'lords a drink? A toast, for the night, and a wonderful party." Both glasses are offered.<br> <br>Siyu hums a little as he steps onto the deck of the ship. Unlike last time he's dressed to the hilt. Since he supposes he's going to be keeping his clothing on this time around. The rodent is dressed in his heavy fine silks. Gold and silver drips from him in an ostentatious display of wealth. THe short pretty faced rodent just swishes his hips and tosses his hair, "Mmm, lovely looking party so far..." | ||
Revision as of 19:46, 26 April 2014
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26/4/477
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The Aurora is at it's best this evening! Colorful paper lanterns hang from the rigging and the entire deck is festooned with brightly colored draperies and decorations. Servants wearing livery marked with the Snowmark crest weave through the crowd offering drinks and food to the plethora of guests, each wearing a domino mask in the spirit of the costume ball.
The guests themselves are a sight to see! Each wearing their own unique costumes. Though, it is easy to spot the nobility by their species. Sven himself stands in front of the helm of the ship, watching people arrive. He is wearing an oversize cavalier hat with an ENORMOUS feather in it. He also seems to have painted a blue celtic knot onto the side of his face. The rest of his costume is an ornately crafted military outfit. Wonder who he is supposed to be dressed as?
Cedric is also standing near the helm awkwardly fussing with his own costume. He appears to be dressed much more regally than normal. One might suspect him of being noble himself if not for the crudely fashioned tail extension in black and white that appears to have been designed after that of a skunk. His white eye stripes are either dyed or painted in black, not matching the natural black of his remaining fur at all. "I'm uh... I'm not really sure about this..." Cedric says to Sven, looking uncomfortable.
Sveta arrives and steps across the gangway, dressed in a long, elegant gown of white that she'd borrowed on short notice. Since Lady Longtail was...busy with her own devices, the social obligation of attending had fallen onto her shoulders, like it or not. Being feathered and quite unwilling to pluck oneself has limited her choices of costume for the event, but at least she's dyed all her feathers black - just who is this supposed to be, and more importantly, will it wash off?
Amaterasu steps up to the ship, she never went to anything of this nature, so her clothes weren't anything special. She wore her good robes, which were a soft, silky, white and her cloak, normally worn, was absent. Her staff, as much a part of her body as her arm, still helped her walk, though one could tell shebwas looking much healthier. Less of an eyesore, and more of a ill woman who finally began regaining her weight. Her snow white hair was loose, running in waves to her shoulders, while her forelocks were gilded and tied in braides behind her head, giving the apperance of a circlet. She wore a mask, more because she didnt have leeway to do much else, though anyone could tell by the cold, golden hourglass eyes who this mage was.
Issi doesn't do dresses. She really doesn't, for obvious reasons. But she decided that showing up in that half destroyed leather armor she usually wears would be a bad idea. The viper walks up the gang plank in a white silk ball gown and opera gloves with more formal shoes. No hood, no armor- Well aside from the leather corset which she didn't probably need. The one thing she does keep with her is her black scarf, she doesn't go anywhere without that. Once on the ship she sighs, she really didn't like this, but it helped her blend in or at least not be utterly conspicous.
Jera has made his way to the ball dressed in his finest. Which, for the kit fox, is a long, flowing dress that goes down to his ankles matched with a shoulder-bare upper half, along with silk gloves that cover up just past his elbows. A polished silver tiara rests upon his groomed hair, looking every bit like a noble lady...discounting his slightly broader muzzle and very, very flat chest. He's not sporting makeup cover this time though, his unusual fur markings visible and even made to stand out a little with talc powder. Unsteady steps give a hint to the platformed shoes he's wearing, even as he slowly makes his way to the congregation. "If I'd known paint was the theme of the ball I'd just have covered up my markings and called it a day." He giggles.
Sven waves off Cedric's concern with a grin. "Is fine!" he crows, "But friend Cedric should have used more padding. He is far to small to be friend Rollyskunk."
The hefty puma turns and looks out over the slowly starting party and waves to the small string quartet that has been providing a bit of background music. As they cut off, the big cat waves an arm to the assembled beings. "Welcome, friends, to the decks of Sven's beautiful Aurora!" he booms in his thick accent, "Sven could not ask for more beautiful night or more beautiful people! Eat! Drink! Dance!" With that, the eccentric noble strikes up the band once more and swaggers down to join the festivities, pulling Cedric along with him.
It seems that most of the beings present are enjoying themselves, but there is a small knot of beings huddled off to one corner of the deck who don't seem to be joining in the spirit of conviviality.
"I told you... padding, in this heat? Even my tolerance has limits." Cedric says to Sven, shaking his head a little bit before the puma makes his small speech and drags him along to the festivities. Despite his obvious discomfort at all the frilly noble dress he's wearing, he seems to get into the spirit of things without too much trouble, waving to the beings in attendance that he recognizes with a friendly smile, and hoping nobody can tell what he's meant to be imitating.
Sveta winces the Puma's loud welcome. She'd been given ample warning as to Sven's eccentricities, but this is something altogether. Nevertheless, with everyone masked, folk are just slightly less recognisable - and perhaps her, too - and that takes the edge off having to be around this many beings at once. Still, there's no one she immediately recongises, not under all those clothes and masks, and perhaps a tall, cold drink would be nice...
Amaterasu Gives the Puma that annoyednglare of hers. Though, as much as she figured he was loud, boistrous and rowdy, she didnt hate him. Just hated being near him when he starts shouting. The snow-white fox, however swung her gaze over the crowd She seemed to notice a familiar bird, and walked over, her staff making light thuds along the deck. "You look like you could use a drink." She coughs, producing a flask and takig a small sip before storing it back within her robes. Judging by the birds response to the mage, she would determine whether or not she had a friend amongst the sea of careless faces.
Issi sighs, this is somewhat what she expected when she thinks of a noble party. Rather loud host notwithstanding. She keeps an eye on the rest of the crowd, not many she knew if any. That doesn't quite stop her though, the viper weaving through the crowd with ease. Even in a ball gown. First, map, then mingle... Er, hopefully mingle, silence usually doesn't help that.
Jera stumbles a little bit as he watches Sven for a while. It's not ladylike to stare at all, but he didn't exactly have the best training in a refined environment like this. He makes sure to get two glasses of red wine, one settled in each hand, before walking slowly over to the host noble and his companion for the night. "May I offer mi'lords a drink? A toast, for the night, and a wonderful party." Both glasses are offered.
Siyu hums a little as he steps onto the deck of the ship. Unlike last time he's dressed to the hilt. Since he supposes he's going to be keeping his clothing on this time around. The rodent is dressed in his heavy fine silks. Gold and silver drips from him in an ostentatious display of wealth. THe short pretty faced rodent just swishes his hips and tosses his hair, "Mmm, lovely looking party so far..."
