Revision as of 15:07, 23 November 2016

Participants

• Angus
• Fenris
• Flora
• Ioph
• Ssen

Date

23/11/479

Log

The Lady herself is currently surrounded with several high-ranking nobles, enjoying a bite to eat, and explaining some things about the central mock-up.

Fenris does not, as a rule, hob nob with the nobility. Most of the time, the only way he makes it into these sorts of gatherings is as hired help. And so, Fenris is not here today. Instead, Bellamy Foxglove, semi-retired Guard Captain is here to represent his layabout nephew Angus Solacious, who could not bother to come on time, if he showed at all. "I am terribly sorry, Lord Blackback," he says gruffly to the finely dressed skunk accompanying him, "I honestly don't understand that boy's priorities." The skunk only nods magnanimously and looks around, trying to find the Highlady Longtail.

Ioph however, was there simply due to her own curiosity. She did not -usually- take part in any expensive parties but considering this was related to LongTech, it perked her interest. Ioph was currently chit-chatting with another freesword about alloys and tools, pretty boring to be honest, but she loved to hear something about a special metalworking technique or two. Meanwhile, she was looking around for the honey rolls someone told her about.

Flora isn't particularly hard to find, standing right next to the sizable mockup of the city-district, at least two meters across. Sure, there's a few extra guards around the Lady at all times, but for now, she seems to be content simply talking to what seems to be an older Strongheart and a young, rather twig-like Solacious...

The food seems to be splayed out in a rather ordered fashion, very befitting of Flora's usual style. Sweets on one table, cheeses or another, and savoury baked goods on yet another...

Fenris, or rather, Bellamy, nods his farewell to Lord Blackback and marches his way over to the tables in true Solacious fashion. A good soldier eats first, and socializes second. The sturdy, grizzled fox loads up his plate, browsing among the various offerings.

On the other hand, after socializing with the other freesword, the tall, slightly unsettling and bulky plant loaded her plate with mostly sweets. Seems someone wanted to try the desserts first. After loading her plate, she looked around, trying to find out if anyone was handing out expensive drinks.

Once again, Flora gestures her guests at the large mockup in the center of the camp, explaining one or two things about her design. The large dome in the middle is certainly the centerpiece, figuratively and literally, having been carefully sculpted, actually consisting of individual bricks...

Ioph is soon to encounter one of the servants carrying drinks, juices in this case. Other servants are offering various wines and beers, while yet others are carrying small refreshments around, mainly cheeses and meats.

Ssen skips towards the gatgering, dressed in her general adventuring clothes fearing no social wrongdoings in the eyes of nobles if it meant she got to meet her best friend! She picks out those she knows, only stopping her frantic glancing on two beings and a golem. Ioph gets a brief blink, Flora a nod and Bastet a smile. Once her objective is located the moth busies herself at not looking like an obsessive stalker by flagging a waiter down for some juice and B-lining for Ioph.

Bellamy meanders over, now that he has a plate full of food, to observe Flora's model. "Good Heavens," the fox says, looking over the plan, more to himself than anything, "She's planning a whole new township!"

Ioph was quick to grab a drink from a passing servant's tray, but not so quick to notice Ssen. Tilting her head a little, she finally recognized the moth. "Hey. You're uh.. Yeah. You are." She nodded a little bit. The plant, however, never had a chance to catch the moth's name.

"A city-district, not a town, no," the she-cat notes, as she gestures at a tower. "The wall starts there, yes, and then loops around," she notes, ears flicking as she corrects Bellamy, keeping an eye on the rest of the beings present. "And as far as Flora sees it... Think big, or go home, yes," the she-cat notes, smiling lightly a she carefully taps a few of the buildings around the central dome. "Shops, lodgings, workshops. Think of it as a hybrid of the Maritime district, the academy district, and the market-district, yes," she notes, before tapping the large dome, very carefully. "And in the center, the convention-hall, where we can host various fairs and events, even when the rain makes it impossible to host them outside, and the academy is already packed, or its halls too small for all the festivities, yes."

Bellamy strokes his thick mustaches and looks over the plan thoughtfully. "A very ambitious project," he says, echoing the sentiments of many, "But do you think it might be a bit TOO ambitious? Who is paying for all of this construction? Who will maintain it? Is this all on a royal levy, Highlady? Because I do not know that the people of Firmament can support such an undertaking."

Ssen cocks her head, lifting her mask a smidge to sip her juice before she places her glass atop her head. She does this so her hands are free so she can sign up at the plant in hopes that she understands. She signs her name one letter at a time, [My name is Ssen, that is if you speak in hands.] She reaches up to take her hlass from the top of her head so as to not tempt fate as she awaits a response

The plant did in fact know a bit of sign language. Smirking for a second, she replied, "S-sen, right? If I understood that correctly. Sorry, I'm a little rusty with sign language." Ioph took a sip of her juice before adding, "Ah, well. It is good to properly meet you, I'm Ioph."

"Each of the houses is pitching in, as is the crown. It is a small district. Small enough to be possible, large enough to facilitate some growth, yes. And if the first event is a success, growth is likely, yes," the cat notes, her tails twitching behind her, as she taps the wall. "Mister Foxglove should know, Flora doesn't bet, no. Flora runs the numbers first. It's expensive, but with each of the houses commiting funds to the project, it is perfectly doable. A small tax on those who use the buildings to take care of upkeep, as isn't unusual in the rest of the city, yes. And of course, with the added room for commerce, the city can grow further," she concludes after a while, shrugging lightly, before gesturing at the wall of her mock-up. "The wall is first, yes... It should be mostly complete within a month, meaning construction inside can begin. The most important buildings first, of course."

Bellamy considers Flora. "No," he says, "I suppose you don't gamble much." The grizzled old captain samples some of the food from his plate and walks slowly around the model until he stands near the large, bovine being. "How did she convince you to join in on this little venture?" he asks.

Ssen puts the glass down on the ground this time, keeping half an eye on Flora, knowing that her favorite metal four legged robot would follow her. [Iof? Ioph? Ioth?] she hazards a few guesses before continuing the conversation [I like your flowers, Miss, they are very nice,.] The moth chitters under her mask [Do you know what this is about? Ssen wasn't listening]

"Not me in particular. Certainly convinced the Markgraf, though," the large, aging bull offers, a small shake of his head. "Makes sense, though. Improved farming-, mining- and smithing-techniques don't just happen. So why wait until someone presents them to you? Bring them over," the bull offers with a small shrug. "I'm sure there's better ways of making wine, too, which is more relevant to my own trade," he adds with a small shrug, as he sips his own wine.

"This scrawny little fellow here's more interested in other things," he offers, as he slaps the rather young, lanky-looking solacious in the group on the back. Certainly not military potential, that one.

"Flora admits a certain... Fondness for the Markgraf, yes. A being with the same social preferences as Flora, yes."

Ioph spells out, "I-o-p-h. Kinda like 'f' there, yeah. And.. thanks, I don't get that compliment very often, you know? Also, your coat is pretty cool." The plant eventually looked over towards Flora, trying to figure out what they were talking about at all, considering she wasn't paying too much attention. "Not at all." She replied, facing the moth once again. "It seems to be something related to expansion, but I'm not entirely sure, I wasn't listening either."

Bellamy raises an eyebrow at Flora's statement. "And what preferences would those be, Highlady?" he asks, before looking down at the scrawny fox. "Don't I know you, young man?" he asks, stroking his grey mustache.

Ssen blinks down at the crop of orange fuzz sticking out of the collar of her jacket, leaning down to touch her chin against it. With a happy sound she follows on, shifting around the happenings to make her presence known to Flora.

"Mister Lord Tuor prefers a more... direct converasation, yes. Issues instead of social convention, yes. Focus on what actually matters," the cat notes, her ears flicking lightly.

"The Markgraf is certainly not one for the courts. There's a reason he typically sends us to deal with the courts, besides concerns of his health, of course," the bull explains, shrugging lightly.

The lanky Solacious mumbles a bit, although nothing especially audible comes from his muzzle...

"Indeed," Bellamy says, "Well, one must admire a man who is willing to speak his mind. Like that Snowmark fellow." The fox looks around and seems a bit disappointed not to see Sven Snowmark. "Shame he's not here. Boy brings life to the party." He turns a disapproving frown on the scrawny, young fox. "Speak up boy," he orders, "Don't you go muttering to your elders."

Angus once more adjusts the cravat at his collar, trying to get it to fit right without choking him as he slips into the crowd. For once his attire was that of his station, bright colors with gold embroidery on what could pass as a fancy military uniform. He smiles politely to a few beings as he passes by them, mostly here for show as he tries to avoid conversation for now.

Ssen skips up to the display, near where Flora was standing, making something if a display of inspecting it thoughtfully. Sure was...a..thingie. The moth clearly had no idea what she was doing, this does not stop her from trying to look like she wasn't here for the wrong reasons. [Buildings? that's nice, it will be nice for there to be more homes in the city]

"Maybe... Maybe once or twice at the academy, sir," the scrawny fox mutters, looking altogether far too uncomfortable with the confrontation.

"Mister Shawn Solacious here is more of a scholar than a fighter, yes. He's taken a personal interest in Flora's project, yes, she notes, as she watches Angus approach. "Ah! Yes. Friend Angus. Flora has some things to discuss. Do grab some food though, yes," she offers with a smile on her lips, a flick of her ears, as she gestures at the large maquette.

The Strongheart seems to take that advice to heart, filling another plate with food, before returning. "Y'can say what you want about the Lady, but she's got a good chef on her payroll," the bull offers with a faint smile.

"Yes. The food is nice, yes... Flora recommends against the egg salad, though. It's not very good, no."

"Hm, yes," Bellamy says, "The Sacred Family lecture series. I remember." The fox samples a little block of cheese from his plate and inclines his head to Angus. "I did not think you would come, Angus," the grizzled captain says, "You look very nearly presentable."

After eating her sweets, Ioph loaded her plate up with tiny portions of seafood and other vegetables. The plant slowly had her interest perked up by the small crowd near the mock-up. Perhaps it was finally time to see what this was all about. Heading closer, the armored creature decided to inspect the mock-up, listening to the conversations of the military figures and nobles nearby. It wasn't that hard to notice Ioph walking closer at all, even if she tried to, especially considering her size, her face, her armor... Well, the plant was in the middle of something when she decided to get a free lunch after all.

Angus slips between two beings chatting on his way to the gathering, giving Selena and Bellamy a nod. "Well I almost didn't make it due to having priorities." He answers, almost a jab at the old fox as he keeps his features blank, his ears flicking. As he's told to pick up some food he does oblidge just a little out of politeness, picking up a small platter of assorted meats and cheeses that he picks through slowly. "So if I may ask, why such a lavish party?" He asks mildly curious before his gaze drifts to shawn. "Ah, good evening cousin. How goes your studies?"

Ssen takes her chance while Flora is discussing her someone else seemingly important to close the gap between her and Bastet. Easing up to the Golem to look at it. She doesn't touch, she doesn't make any motions to upset Flora, she just happily gazes at the shiny catbot

"Ah, priorities, of course," Bellamy says, "You will just have to forgive an old man with nothing better to do than keep tabs on current affairs." He samples a bit more from his plate and leans over the model of Flora's proposed festival center or whatever it was she was calling it. "So, it is going to be some sort of indoor tournament ground?" he asks.