Revision as of 23:36, 3 April 2014

Participants

• Asher
• Brutus
• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Flora
• Matthews
• Nuku
• Rogna
• Selena

Date

3/4/477

Log

Meanwhile, the Solacious house-staff is hard at work to make sure all the guests are provided with drinks and food and that their every whim is tended to in a timely manner.

The Good King arrives with an entourage of several, including several well appointed guards, and Mione, the scholar, to whom he is speaking, "Are you certain?"

"Absolutely, your majesty. The records are without doubt."

"Hm," speaks the large monarch as he ascends to his chair to settle his bulk, large sword still strapped to his back. "This will prove interesting."

Fenris gazes around at the preparations that have been made for the great unveiling of Flora's picture box. It looks like Angus has certainly done his part in getting the word out for all this. The tiger has so far stuck to the periphery of things, but seeing the Good King make an entrance, he moves closer to where the action is.

Cassidy was all dressed up and freshly bathed today. She had to be, for something like this. Had to set a good image for the house, afterall, when the Goodking was going to be around. She brushes her hands down the side of her dress gown and adjusts her long gloves, making sure everything was in order as she took up position with the rest of the Solacious family that was in attendance.

Brutus,the rotund skunk, can be spotted amidst a cluster of fellow white-striped black tails, looking oddly like a bejeweled pear in his poofy, shimmering goldenrod garb--the best ones he can rustle up on short notice. He seems to tower over much of his fellows, the wine glass he waves about looking rather small in his fleshy hands. At the passage of the Good King, he clears his throat and sweeps a slow, wide bow more graceful than one would expect from a being his size. As the monarch takes his position of honour, Brutus resumes his grand oration, to the rapt attention of some and the glazed boredom of others.

Matthews makes his way into the manner, side stepping around for the most part so as to not cause anyone too much dissatisfaction from his pressence... The apostate dressed rather well, wearing new cleaner clothing that looked to have cost him a rather high amount of crown indeed. His hair groomed and swept back, and for the most part he could almost look noble. The Tomcat making his way to one of the tents as he'd go to wave his hand over his head to let Flora know he made it, a wide grin plastered on his features before he looked over to the King... Giving a deep and respectful bow from his distance away, before turning back to watch Flora. It wasn't every day someone gets such a chance to view the royalty, -and- watch a new invention!

Selena wanders into the scene quietly, the wolfess eschewing her typical attire for an elegant evening gown of blue and white despite all previous appearances before the royals or at most other 'important' events having warranted no more decorum than her usual attire.

Her primary concern doesn't even seem to be the famed king for the time being, too - rather, she looks about the area quietly before spotting the the tigress (partially) responsible for the event before chuckling to herself a little and settling back into the crowd to wait for her to leave the tent - of course, under the assumption she was there. In the meantime, though... The wolfess moves over to the more familiar faces in the crowd; Fenris and Brutus.

Asher patters through the gate, smoothing his clothes and adjusting his little, false pince-nez spectacles. The corgi looks around, hoping to spot Flora in her new dress, but not seeing her yet. He fumbles and sweats a little when he sees the king with his entourage, but hurries to find a spot to sit and watch the procedings. No easy task for someone as small as Asher. Maybe there was someone who would let him sit on their shoulders. . .

Without warning, a second entourage appears. This one appears to be two guards, two priests, and the Creator from the castle, Doctor Sinclair. She has her usual look of detached aloofness, one hand seemingly tapping at the air itself, which shimmers with faint light at each strike. She is scarcely paying attention as she is led to her position, flanked and guarded from direct contact with the growing crowd.

Rogna strolls up to the gathering a little later than most, but certainly not least. The gold and grey clad hippo smiles and adjusts his cape slightly before he approaches the more noble of the group, sure of his appearance he greets a few folks for the sake of being polite before he tries to eye where the star of this event was. He had been waiting quite some time to see what they were working on, it is only proper he show up. He offers the Good King a slight bow of recognition, the King of Sweetwater has taken time out of his busy schedule and is also here to see this, quite a spectacle is has become.

Even though it doesn't show, Flora is rather nervous. For obvious reasons, but that doesn't change the facts, of course. A small smile appears as she spots her friends, Selena, Fenris, and Matthews, Asher managing to avoid her gaze for now.

Meanwhile, she scans the area again, silently observing everyone else, and flicking her twin tails as she notices the king and... That seems to be the creator-doctor she's heard about in the past.

Meanwhile, the crowd is gathering, food in one hand, wine and other assorted drinks in another, while Flora seems to ponder over which images to show to the good king. Finally, she picks a quartet of images. First, the first picture she ever took, displaying the dial-plate of the clocktower, with the hour-hand blurred out over an area spanning three hours, and the minute-hand completely invisible. Second, the picture of Dupree, the Puzzler, and herself. Third, fourth and fifth, three pictures, two displaying the city as seen from the lighthouse, the last displaying the sea from that same spot.

Finally, she collects her picture-box and flags a staffmember to carry the nearby tripod over as she heads in the direction of the king. Her pistol handed over, she gestures at the wooden box a few times, allowing the guards to inspect it all-over, before she's permitted to pass. And of course, once she's standing in front of the king, the feline offers a hesitant but deep curtsey to the royal.

The Good King offers a nod towards those who bow and show their respect, but his eyes are on the star of the show, ah, and there she is. The guards tense at her approach, but do their duty without complaint. The gun is accepted, and the box looked over for any obviously hostile mathemagics. Once satisfied, she is permitted to stand before him. "I have heard rumor of your device. When Mione described its function to our Creator guest, she insisted to see it with her own eyes. I trust this does not disrupt the demonstration." Not really stated as a question, more a simple statement of facts. "Now, tell me, what is this box called?"

Fenris starts a little at the appearance of the creator doctor. So THAT was a creator! In the flesh! Rahn would be devastated that he had missed this. The tiger grins to Selena and nods toward the unusual entourage. "What I wouldn't give for ten minutes with THAT one," he says quietly, for Selena's ears only. He found that he had much in common with the quasi-heretical wolf. Fenris catches a brief flash of color at about knee level, and smirks. "Asher!" he calls, "Over here!" He guestures to the little canine to hurry, "You're going to miss it!"

Cassidy moves about the crowd, acquiring a glass of wine for herself as she watches the events unfold. She catches a few familiar faces in the crowd, but doesn't make any move for a loud greeting. "Quite a day this is turning out to be," she murmurs to herself, ears swiveling about.

One of the older Blackbacks who had obviously been paying little attention to Brutus's lecture cries out--"My word, isn't that the Doctor?" Grousing aloud, Brutus turns about, wholly prepared to turn back around and scold his cousin heartily, when he sees her. Brutus hated to give Flora any credit, but this was turning into quite the crowd! Out of routine deference, he gives another bow to the Doctor--though not quite as deep as the one for the Good King. His glance held on her face; she looked like...a hairless monkey. That strange little nose, the crop of hair only coming from the head...he knew all Beings were made in the image of the creators, but he thanked his stripes that he bore this form and not hers. As Flora approaches, he turns himself fully about, leaning heavily on his walking stick and waiting for...things...to happen, a smug little smirk on a corner of his mouth.

Matthews blinks and manages to pick his jaw up from off the floor when he watches the creator enter, the apostate more then certain his bucklist had shortened significantly. His head shaking for a moment before he rubs his face, crossing his fingers for Flora as he turns his attention back to the demonstraition. The Tomcat's eyes rather critical as he watches the guards, and fidgets himself at the kings words... He couldn't help but feel slightly out of place!

Selena's ears pivot slightly as the new group of beings-and-one-creator approach, the wolfess waving over to Sinclair with a degree of nonchalance that could pass for familiarity or irreverence depending on the being. Probably due to not expecting the woman to acknowledge her directly - after all, it's not as if she hadn't dealt with dozens of other beings at the time they were acquainted.

"Rogna, it's certainly been a while." she greets the hippo that isn't surrounded by guards and the king; "I'm impressed, Flora's been working hard on this. I'm glad she managed to get the king out and about; all the better to show him what some of the beings here are doing in their spare time." The wolfess chuckles, leaning back to tiger a little, "She's a bit odd, really. I don't think there was ever a moment she wasn't doing something else in the times I've spoken with her. I doubt it amounted to ten minutes overall and I could use a few more to ask some questions as well. Unfortunately... Well, you can guess how little time beings in her position have."

Everyone seems to be murmuring about something, but all Asher can see is a forest of legs! The corgi's ears twitch when he hears a familiar voice call to him. Turning to see Fenris, and hearing his warning, the little dog hurries over and allows himself to be hefted to a shoulder. "Oh! Look!" the corgi whispers excitedly, "Flora looks so GOOD in that dress!" The tiny canine is so giddy over his own creation, that he seems to have missed the fact that he is looking at royalty AND a creator. "And she remembered to curtsey too!" he chuckles quietly.

Doctor Sinclair's strange air tapping grows in intensity as the box draws into easier viewing distance. She says something, but it's not audible, perhaps a mutter to herself or a whisper to one of those standing beside her, or even meant for the machine spirits that Creators surround themselves with. Her eyes rest on the box and its inventor despite the motions of her fingers.

Rogna nods to Selena, offering a "Why hello there, it has been far too long. I'm glad she could too, she was so secretive about her works, I can't imagine what masterpiece all that has paid off into." He doesn't seem at all surprised by the creator beings appearance, while rare, he'd seen one in Sharlesta at one point. Still, quitie a crowd." he says idly as he stands amongst the gifted and nobles. He awaits a demonstration.

"Flora... Hadn't thought of a name when she made it, your highness. But Mister Puzzlefox suggested Flora call it a 'Camera', yes," the cat offers, while handing the picture of the puzzler, herself and Dupree over to a guard to allow it to pass hands to the king. Soon after, she offers the other pictures as well, along with a short note to the guard of what exactly is depicted in them and how she took it.

Silently, she looks up at the king, before looking at the crowd a moment, seemingly having a preference for avoiding eye-contact, at least for now. She mumbles softly, before hesitantly standing up, prepared to drop back to her lowered stance if urged to do such by, well, anyone. A moment, she looks towards the Doctor, her eyes wide as her tails flick a little. After all, this was a level of technology previously unseen by the young feline.

The king accepts the pictures and looks them over, "Very well painted," he agrees, "So your camera? paints for you? I shouldn't think the artistry guild will favor that," his tone becomes mildly jesting at that, though it is likely to become a concern in the future. "How does it perform this feat of mathemagic?" he queries as he turns the pictures side to side, examining them.

The creator mouths another word just then, and a brief series of clicks is heard about her, distracting the Good King a moment as he glances that way, then clears his throat. "I believe you have captured the curiosity of our guest."

Fenris laughs quietly at Asher's excitement, then turns his attention back to the main event. "Flora is doing very well, so far," he says. His eyes flicker back and forth between Flora and the apparently bored Creator doctor. After speaking to the Puzzler, and with some of his own experiences in Creator ruins, he knew this technology would not seem very remarkable to Doctor Sinclair, but he hoped that she would not downplay Flora's work. The tiger tries to catch Flora's eye, to signal some kind of encouragement, but she seems too worried and distracted to notice.

Cassidy cranes her head to the side, trying to catch a better view. A portrait box? That sounded very interesting indeed! For now, though, she took another sip of her wine and leaned over to exchange a few whispers with one of the other Solacious foxes. Her eyes turned towards the creator for a moment, ears twitching as she took in the strange sight.

Asher snorts quietly. "It's not a painting and he knows it!" the little dog huffs in a hushed little voice, then lays his ears back in embarrasment. "Not that I mean to question the King," he says, "But he shouldn't tease poor Flora." Asher adjusts his seat a little, then carefully lifts Fenris's hat and puts it on his own head to make more room for himself on the tiger's shoulder. He pats the tiger's head enthusiastically, "You know she gave me a picture of herself wearing the dress I made?!" he says happily.

Brutus's smile wanes slightly as Flora somehow manages to conduct herself properly--and here he had hoped for entertainment! Still, it was quite the occasion--despite the apathy of that Creator--and he turned back to the circle of Blackbacks, telling them of his experience with watching Flora flaunt her new device and the wonders it beheld--though curiously glossing over the parts where he nearly accused her of treason.

Matthews flicks his tail slightly as he leans forward some, begining to sneak through the crowds as he works to get a closer spot to watch... Ending up near Brutus, the tomcat seems content to stop then. FLicking his ears as he listens to the noble man talk, before giving back his undivided attention to flora and her presentation.

Selena chuckles at the enthusiasm pouring from the corgi as they're pulled up onto Fenris's shoulder, shaking her head a little with a smile. "I have to agree, Fenris. And she does look very presentable, but I'm not sure that dresses suit her..." The wolfess comments with a smile - "And to be honest, I'm not too sure they suit me either but I'd rather look presentable for events like this."

"With what she's made, I can't blame her. Maybe Firmament's a bit different, but if you've been to Cliffside you might've noticed there's a lot of academic dishonesty there. Being a bit careful with who you show your findings to isn't necessarily a bad thing either, which reminds me... I'd like to borrow a few minutes of your time later, if it's not too much trouble."

Rogna smiles. "Paintings." he says as he wonders what could be displayed upon the fine pieces of art, although his hopes are a little dashed by the fact that a box has created them. "A box painted a painting? I wonder what of the quality. Surely good, given the Good Kings praise" he muses to Selena. The hippo pardons himself ever so briefly to secure a delicious bit of vegitation to accompany his viewing before returning to Selena, keeping an ear on the situation as best he can.

Flora bows lightly again, before gesturing at the camera. "Flora uses... Minimal magic. Flora hasn't been able to cast magic beyond dark magic and controlling a golem... That magic is... Different," she explains gently, before opening the camera and pulling out an odd, segmented, wooden slide.

"There's special paper in here that reacts to light. Flora would normally ask it not be opened, your highness, but if you wish to see the effect..." she offers, before pulling out another. "Making them is done with complicated alchemy, yes."

"At the front of the camera, Flora placed lenses to make the image clearer. Flora can look at it through a mirror inside, and when Flora has to take a picture, Flora presses this rune. Then, the mirror snaps up, and the image hits the special paper Flora puts in the back. After that, Flora needs to fix the image with more alchemy."

The feline pauses a moment, before finishing. "Flora then has... An opposite image. Light things are dark, dark things are light. If Flora repeats the process with the picture, a normal image is formed, and Flora can make as many copies as she needs."

Of course, her eyes continually scan over the most important people AND the crowd, making sure to keep tabs on the entire situation.

The Good King looks towards Mione pointedly, who is quick to speak up. "The principal of it is sound, your majesty. I dimly recall a text I read in Shralesta concerning Creator evolution that mentioned the use of alchemical properties to alter light or fix it in place. I would not have thought a being would master the art."

The Good King nods once, "High praise, from Mione. Tell me then, what do you intend to do with this..." He waves a large hand in the air at the box a moment, "device."

Sinclair has stopped gazing directly at it for the moment, instead focusing on a hovering image before her eyes. One of the priests leans in to speak with her, but she brushes them off impatiently.

Brutus gazes down his pince-nez spectacles to the tomcat standing nearby, blueblooded aloofness cutting into his tone. "Hmm? Yes? May I help you?" he asks, though the rumble in his voice is a fairly solid implication that he doesn't intend to give out any aid any time soon.

Matthews chuckles gently as Flora's givin the compliment of being the one to master the technique Mione spoke of, a grin crossing his features as he awaits for Flora to continue. He does blink slightly when Brutus turns to speak to him, turning his gaze to the skunk... Offering a smile and a dismissive wave of his hand. "Of course not, missing a nice moment in history though with your conversation though." The tomcat's voice nice and low so as to not interupt anyone's listening of the good king, and plenty kind enough for him to claim he's not being rude! Granted, he's quick to look back to the scene and let Brutus be, not moving much as he strokes his chin.

Sinclair's antics - or really, just dismissal - prompts a quiet chuckle from Selena. Flora's explanation and the prompt praise from Mione is met with a smile in its own right. "I wonder, what WOULD a being do with something that can take pictures?" She echoes an a slightly sardonic tone. "Of all the things you could ask, it's what to do with Flora's invention. Making pictures is what it's made to do, what else would you use it for?" ...Well, it was only a matter of time. At least she's not near enough to the king to prompt [immediate] retribution, paying more attention to Flora and Sinclair than the king in the meantime.

Asher is tempted to cheer as he hears the praise for Flora's invention, but holds his peace. "I plan to use the picture she gave me to advertise for my business," the corgi says, "Just imagine how much more efficient it will be to have pictures on the walls AND dresses in the shop!"

Rogna scoffs slightly as he passes Brutus and his unbecoming tone on his way back towards his original position with a tasty treat. He thinks to himself, unsure what the 'camera' could be used for, but he finally says "As long as it is something as tasteful and noble as the common painting, I should think the applications are endless... it truely falls upon the creators preferences at this point, unless they were to sell the idea."

Flora nods gently, before offering a small smile at Mione's praise, before she looks a bit... Distraught. "Flora is not... Sure. Flora put all her funds into her invention, save what Flora needs to eat, your highness. Sir Angus suggests certain military branches could use this, like spies and scouts, while Flora would imagine it has purposes for those that wish to have a picture taken in a short time," she offers, before looking down to the ground, then back up at Doctor Sinclair and back to the king again.

"Flora's friend, Asher, would like to use the pictures to advertise his clothing-shop, Flora thinks. But... Personally, Flora would like to continue researching things and making new discoveries. Using light, using other things. Flora found out some things about light, thinks there's math behind it, but... Flora doesn't have nearly enough measurements to get an idea of what that math looks like. Flora is also thinking about color, but Flora hasn't found a good way for that just yet."

"You have created for sake of creation," speaks the Good King, "You do them proud. As the First Text says, we are forged in their image, and in time, we will create as they do. Now, enough philosophy. You did not summon us to show us these paintings. I will delay you no further." The paintings are handed back to the guards, who move to offer them to Flora.

Fenris smiles and pats the fluffly little corgi on the back, imagining what he must look like up there wearing Fenris's own broad brimmed hat. "Good for you, Flora," he says quietly, celebrating his friend's success. Realizing that he has a few moments before anything new happens, the tiger carries Asher over to one of the buffet tables and snags a quick treat for himself, passing a couple of tidbits up to his shoulder corgi as well before returning to his spot.

Cassidy raises her glass again, having chosen to remain silent, still. For the most part. More private whispers are exchanged with her fellows, before she looks back towards the main event. "It's a valid question, I suppose. How big can the pictures be? Might be good for... Visual note taking when there's no time to draw or paint? Like at the scene of a crime, for example?"