A Model Luncheon - RPLOG
Participants
Date
23/11/479
Log
It's early in the afternoon, about lunchtime, various beings are already milling around the lunchtables, gathering up food and conversing among themselves. Guards and servants are milling about, guarding and restocking various bits of food, serving drinks, and generally providing for the guests, nobles and commoners alike... Seems Flora isn't sparing any expense.
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.
