Swinging Time With the Snowmarks - RPLOG
Participants
Date
21/9/477
Log
The clearing is alight with paper lanterns and festooned with Snowmark snowflakes! And since this is a Snowmark party, there are many long tables laden with food and drink! Really, the only thing to set it apart from any other society party is the host, who is currently off in one corner louding sharing embarassing stories. Also, a set of three, raised stages. Though no performers seem to have arrived yet.
Walking slowly into the clearing, Thelergramor, for once not wearing clothes befitting a street urchin, yawns as he glances around. His clothes aren't particularly fancy, just common. Not torn, ragged or dirty. Just grey shirt, brown pants. Hands in his pants pockets, the wolf walks towards the host, looking quickly over those others who have arrived.
Kalt humms happily as she makes her way into the party, dressed in a silky blue shirt with playful bright trim around it, and a pair of black pants along with a small satchel slung around her shoulder. "Hmhmhm~ Well, M'wonderin' what's goin' on with this party an' all?"
Cassidy was wearing her fancier dress, today! The magnificently grand black one, with the ruffled white trim and the flair towards the bottom half, and the long, wide sleeves. It was a complicated outfit, certainly, but it still managed to go with the red-banded black tophat on her head. "Ahh, I have been looking forward to this!" She says with a little smile before toting her black case over towards the food table to get herself a meal.
As promised before, Mishka was there, as well! Though dressed far less fancily, wearing a simple blue dress over her well-groomed fur. Naturally, she was busying herself with drinks.
Arriving alongside Cassidy, Natska is gressed in a long, deep blue evening gown. Her soul pendant is freshly polished and on display next to a silver amulet set with aquamarines, and her hair is done up in an intricate bun. She follows along to the table with Cassidy, smiling happily as she looks around at the guests.
"And he could never wear that hat again!" Sven roars in laughter as he finishes his story. "You must excuse Sven," he says to his society guests, "He greets more guests!" The burly puma swaggers about, dressed to the nines in a fine coat embroidered all over with snowflakes, its long skirts open to show off his expertly tailored trousers and northern style boots with their turned up tips. "Welcome! Welcome!" He calls as guests stream in, "Come! Eat good food, drink fine drink! Tonight we are in Snowhame!" He takes up a large leg of some kind of smoked poultry and waves it about dramatically. "Sven promises entertainment starts soon!" he points his meat at the three stages, "This will be night for remembering!"
Thelergramor scratches one of his ears, looking towards the still empty stages. "Soon? Alright then." And with no further speech, the wolf looks over towards Cassidy and Natska. And Kalt. Then, heads towards the nearest source of alcohol with a slight wave and/or nod to each of them.
"Well! Go lookin' who's wearin' actual clothin' today eh? How are you doin' big guy? This entertainment ain't gonna be causin' too much trouble an' all will it now?" Kalt grinning widely as her tail flicks behind her before she turns on a dime and bows to Cassidy and Natska. "Good to be seein' you folks too."
Cassidy gives a polite nod towards Kalt. "Yes, nice to see you, too! And yes, you're looking nice today, Sven! I look forward to seeing what entertainment you have planned today!" A warm smile is flashed as she looks over towards Natska. "Mmmh. The food is good today, love!" She calls out as she prepares a little plate of things that she has decided that she enjoys.
Mishka gives a little nod to Thel as he makes his way over towards the alcohol table.
"Good evening, Kalt," Natska says, nodding her head to the fox. "I hope you are doing well." She smiles happily and tails along behind Cass, looking over the food; she doesn't take any yet, although she takes note of which items look and smell the best.
A Snowmark feast is not something to be sneered at. There is food and drink of all kinds, the drink mostly alcoholic and potent. There is a Snowhame theme to uphold, after all. "Hello, Pretty Kalt!" Sven crows when the vixen addresses him, "Sven is wearing his best party clothes!" The puma leans forward conspiritorially, though his voice is easy to hear. "Also, Anton is saying that Sven will not get dessert if he does not wear fine clothes that Lana makes!"
Thelergramor nods back at Mishka; then stops with all the alcohol. He grins, looks over all of it. "..." Speechlessness. The wolf snatches up a bottle of... Something. Didn't check what it was. Thel begins to drink heavily from said bottle; then takes it with him back towards them others. Others being, Sven and whoever he's currently talking to .
Kalt snickers at Sven as she reaches out with her left hand to carefully give him a pat with the prosthetic hand. "Aaaaw, now that's the reason why huh? Well, don't you go worryin' I won't snitch on you if'n things get crazy... Now! M'starvin', an' you're havin' food m'seein'! So, what's the best of what now to go eatin' eh?"
Cassidy chuckles softly and looks amongst the other guests. "This is a nice way to spend our evening, I think!" She says as she eyes the jaguar over before popping a piece of meat into her mouth. "Hm. Not hungry?" She asks, noting Natska's lack of food-getting. "Very good, Sven! Thank you for hosting!" She calls out.
Natska gives her head a little shake. "Not yet, at least." She claps her hands, and then gives Sven a small curtsey. "Sven! Thank you for hosting this. It is always nice to get out, and I am looking forward to seeing what happens."
Sven laughs, tearing into the large drumstick he has chosen for himself. "Is all good!" he grins, "but Sven likes the juicy meats best!" The hefty puma quickly polishes off his food, slams back a drink, then vaults up onto one of the three stages. "Hello friends of Barbarian Sweetwater!" the cougar cheers, "Now is almost time of great Caldera martial tournament! For entertainment, Sven will have surprise tournament here!" The burly feline carefully removes his fine coat and tosses it aside! "Sven will take first turn!" he shouts happily.
Thelergramor grins, drinks. "Heh. Fighting. Glorious." More of whatever that alcohols was is imbibed; Thele not caring too much what it is. "Taking challengers or do you have it all lined up already?"
Kalt snickers as she nods and picks up a drumstick to bite into hungrily as she leans back and watches Sven and his antics. "Ah, should'a figured that... Hmmm, guessin' I could sock you in the jaw after I finish a bit more food an' all!"
Cassidy gives a soft, lilting laugh as she remains by her jaguar and her instrument case. "My, my. This'll be interesting, I think." She nibbles down another piece of meat before smiling at Natska. "If you get peckish, at least, feel free to borrow from my plate if you don't feel like making your own," she says as she turns her attention back towards Sven on the stage.
