Promise Fair - A Grand Entrance - RPLOG
Participants
Date
1/5/480
Log
It is late in the evening, and the sun is already slowly setting on Firmament and Sweetwater as a whole. LongTech has built a stand in front of the northern entrance to the fair-building. Lady Longtail is already standing at the ready, wearing her red-and-white dress. The diplomats from abroad, however, are nowhere to be found just yet, probably waiting backstage or to the side.
The smell of food wafts out from inside the hall, and there appear to be beings working for House Longtail and House blackback, serving drinks to the attendees.
Angus is off to the side of the stage, dressed in full dress-uniform and keeping an eye on things for security-matters.
Fenris lounges off to the side of the stage opposite Angus. Technically, he is not on the security detail, but the tiger has instructions from no less than three noble families to keep his eye out for trouble. He is wearing his unusual, Creator inspired uniform and watching the goings on with interest.
Wearing her best dress, Jynx mingles with the other attendees. The pale-furred skunk looks around to take in the sights, ears flitting to pick up on conversation here and there as she explores the collection of beings.
Russell isn't really well-connected enough to get up into the good seats for the show, and even if he was a proper Noble, he wouldn't like all of the attention. But the man does love a good show now and again. So he's found himself as decent a place as he can in the crowd to see the upcoming performance. His tail wags a bit as his eyes scan the group, as he doesn't actually know what sort of thing is going on.
Flora smiles as she watches the crowd gather. At least a hundred, maybe two hundred beings gathered, waiting for what is probably going to be some sort of speech. Her ears flick for just a moment, before she moves to the front of the stage. "It has taken a while for the district to finish construction, and maybe even longer for everyone to arrive, yes. But Flora would like to officially open the Promise fair to the public, as well as welcome Sweetwater's friends from the east. From the jewel of the desert," the cat offers, as her voice rings out over the crowd, loud and clear.
As she finishes her sentence, five beings rise onto the stage, dressed in shralestan garb. Five priests, each and every one of them, the same five that visited Longtail Manor a few days ago.
Fenris has never much cared for speeches, and he wanders slowly through the crowd, honestly hoping that the food vendors will be coming through soon. He joins in the polite applause for the priestly visitors.
As the Lady begins speaking, Jynx's attention is drawn there, raptly attentive. When the desert priests are introduced, she gives a polite clap of approval, smiling. This collection of beings from other portions of Promise was going to be monumental.
"Ohhh. Didn't expect dignitaries to be here." Russell's voice says to nobody in particular. His ears poke above some of the taller being's shoulders as he begins to pay closer attention to the group of nobles being presented to the crowd. His ears and eyes turn back to the head of house Lontail then, with an idle flick of the tail.
"And of course, our allies to the North, Thera'Dor," Flora offers, as the Shralestan beings step to the side of the stage, and five more beings stand on the stage. Three moles, definitely part of the Underhill clan, and two Reindeer. Anton and an as-of-yet unnamed Lady.
They take a bow, much to the apparent delight of the crowd, whom seem to be cheering most of the beings present so far. Flora offers a small bow to the delegates as well, before turning to the crowd once more, while an older Schlaufuchs appears besides Angus, striking up a conversation.
"And what of your rivals from the west?" calls out the voice of a snowy owl, heading another few beings. One female Wirefur, pale, curiously beautiful, and dressed in military garb, much like Angus and the Schlaufuchs besides him, probably their security-detail. One finch, male, dressed in a long robe befitting a high status in academics, and one mouse, also male, dressed in an extravagant outfit meant to resemble a craftbeing's clothes... And then, there is the owl herself...
Flora gestures for the crowd to part, and let the Cliffside-delegation move across to the stage. "Flora was almost afraid the Cliffside delegation was getting cold feet, yes," she offers with a smile on her lips, much to the chagrin of the academic, although the crowd seems to enjoy the little quip. "Our rivals from the west, we would like to welcome as well, peacefully, further extending our offer to learn from Promise's best and brightest," she offers, as the Wirefur joins Angus and the older Schlaufuchs.
Fenris joins in the applause for the Thera'Doran party and shares a familiar nod with Anton, the reindeer. His idle saunter through the crowd comes up short at the sound of the owl's voice.
The tiger's head whips around to where the Cliffside Delegation has entered with an undisguised look of disbelief. He shakes it off quickly and starts to move with purpose toward the stage.
The skunk craftsbeing squeaks and almost misses a beat as the crowd begins to part for the Cliffside delegation. Her sweeping plume of thick skunk tail lingers in the spot she was in momentarily before she cradles it close and out of the aisle created. She watches, enamored of the proceedings.
The Arctic Fox watches the Delegates from Cliffside of all places show up, and he thinks a little to himself before muttering, "Well, that was unexpected." And then turning his attention to the proceedings then. He spots a vaugely familiar set of faces in Angus and Fenris up front, but it's not like he's going to wave from the crowd or anything. Russell is several rows behind Jynx, and does much the same with his eaqually fuzzy tail, leaning his head out ever so slightly to try and see what was going on.
A short glance from Flora in Fenris's direction, a silent stare, before they turn back to the crowd, and the beings on the stage, smiling brightly.
"Now then. Before we open the doors and allow everyone at the feast within. There are thre more things to handle, yes," she offers, as a group of beings carries in three cases, offering them to the primary member of each delegation. Lord Underhill, Miss Snowfeather, and, much to the Lion's chagrin, Stephen Sandfur, the apostate priest. "These are standards, based on those used by the creators themselves, and Sweetwater offers them to the whole of Promise. A Promise of increased international cooperation," the she-cat offers with a smile, as a being with a camera snaps a picture of the stage with a flash of light. "Several other copies will be provided to each delegation, to be distributed to the local Houses, academies and churches."
"And finally! LIGHTS," Flora calls out after giving the delegations a moment to examine the gifts, as the convention-hall behind her lights up, the dome above giving off a glow of mixed colors. An impressive display, to say the least.
And then, the first fireworks launch into the air, and the doors to the great building open proper, allowing the gathered beings to venture inside, and partake of the banquet, while the fireworks light up the sky above Firmament.
