Snowmark Swansong - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
30/12/477
Log
The deck of the Aurora is ablaze with lanterns and strewn with streamers and ribbons and banners showing the Snowmark Snowflake on a field of blue. A great canopy has been raised over the masts, keeping the guests walking the ship's decks dry and comfortable. It seems that there has been considerable confusion over what 'Fancy Dress' meant on the invitation. Some guests have arrived in elaborate costumes, some in harlequin patches, and some in court finery. It seems that there is a servant at the gangplank with a rather large assortment of trunks and boxes offering choices of clothing to anyone who feels they are not fancy enough! Sven Snowmark himself is parading around the deck in a crimson long coat covered in gold and black trim and a hat nearly as large and flamboyant as his personality!
Angus blinks as he walks up to the gangplank, surprised at all the confusion on what finery to wear when he himself was not dressed that spectacular, in his court finery and nothimg much more. "Guess Sven didn't want everyone to clash?" He mutters to no one in particular as he looks around before heading up onto the ship.
"Hahaha, this is the -greatest-." Rainer has clearly partaken of the provided outfits, because he's skittering about the deck wearing a tuxedo top that looks like it must have been tailored for a Heavy Clanner, with sleeves that hang down over his hands and coattails dragging on the planks behind him. He stops to lean up and openly gawk at someone in masquarade, who recoils from him like the embodiment of incivility that he is and can only force a grimmacing smile and dart glances side to side in search of escape when he says "I like your plague mask! But how does it work when it barely covers half your face? Is it Creator tech?"
Cassidy was always dressed in her fancy outfits. Tonight was no different. In her regal black, red, and white-frilled dress, the fennec makes her way up to the boat's deck, arm-in-arm with Natska and bangle-decorated tail sway behind her. "Snowmark parties are always such fun."
"Yes they are!" Natska agrees, walking alongside Cassidy; tonight the jaguar was in a dark blue dress with white trim, of a similar cut to Cassidy's. "I like the Snowmarks." She looks around and takes stock of the other visitors, smiling at a few of the people she notices.
Sven is walking the deck arm in arm with a lovely swan in a full, white dress. "Puny fox friend!" he roars upon seeing Angus, "It is being too long!" He swaggers over with his lovely escort, smiling and waving at other guests. "You have met the lovely Zora Yegorova?" he asks, "Beautiful Zora is finest Soprano in Hilrock's Grand Opera and Ballet!" The hefty puma's grin grows wider when he sees Cassidy and Natska, and he seems to thoroughly approve of Rainer.
Jera makes his way in with a unique outfit. A flowing, furred robe made from blue velvet with what looks like white fur lining the trim. It looks like some high society fashion for females. Sitting in his hand is a curious staff that looks like it has floating ice at the tip. He curtseys politely to Sven in his entrance, smiling at the handsome noble.
Rokarion was never a fan of such things, but it was a party that gathered many of Sweetwater's elite and he was 'obliged' by some members of his house to go and visit such an event for more knowledge at the very least. Rokarion was surprisingly not dressed in his modest clothing today. The quite young plant was clad in some of the finest fabrics right from Cliffside. The dress was compromised of a white, frilly shirt with a white cravat around his neck, hiding his double gemstone, a light grey waistcoat over it, and a dark green frock coat. The coat clearly displayed his Clever clan badge, and another strange badge that did not seem to belong to any of the noble houses here in Sweetwater or even any of the major well-known noble houses of most nations. Adding to his glamour was the fact that during this time his inner flower was also blooming, surrounding the fancily dressed plant with quite a strong jasmine aroma. All in all, it was quite clear that Rokarion was a Cliffsider from his garb or at least obviously not from Sweetwater, no other reason for such a fancy and foreign dress or badge.
Angus perks up as he hears Sven, nodding in greeting. "Hello there Sven, how are you?" He comments before turning towards the Puma in greeting. "I have not met Zora, it is a pleasure to meet you." He states as he gives a polite bow.
Rainer has the attention span of a goldfish, fortunate for the put-upon noble, and before she can stammer her way to something approaching a response he turns his gaze to another outfit. "Oop, 'scuze me, I have -got- to get a closer look at that one." And the poor unfortunate who finds themselves bombarded by the energetic pup is ... *dice roll* Jera! "Hey that's a fancy walkin' stick y'got there! I like this dingly bit at the top!" Then his hands are grasping to pull the head of the staff down closer to eye level, though with those exorbitantly long sleeves it looks more like two extremely limp anacondas are trying to coil around the staff. "Does it do anything?" Boy probably hasn't even noticed who he's speaking to.
Cassidy offers a cheery wave over towards Sven, glancing among the other guests as she gives Natska's arm a squeeze. "Hello, Angus! I've seen you two days in a row, now! Maybe this means you're here for good?" She asks with a teasing tone. "And several other familiar faces, too! How lovely."
Jera smiles as he wraps his arms around Rainer tightly in a hug. "It helps me to keep focus when I combine water and air magic. I am dressed as a winter witch!" The kit fox adds.
Natska gives Sven a deep curtsey, grinning at the puma. "Thank you for inviting us, Sven! We always enjoy your parties." She slips her arm back through Cassidy's and gives her arm a small squeeze, then smiles at her other friends as well. "Hello, Angus. Jera. It is great to see you. How are you doing?"
Zora bows her head and gives a graceful curtsey as she is introduced. "A pleasure to meet you," she says, her accent very faint next to Sven's. She pats Sven's arm and steps away. "Forgive me, old friend," she says, "I must go prepare for my performance." The puma nods his assent and watches the swan sway gracefully away before turning back to his guests. He suddenly jumps forward and wraps both Natska and Cassidy in a bear hug! "Sven congratulates you both!" he crows, planting a smooch on the cheek of each woman befor setting them down, "and hello, pretty Jera!" The nobleman's exuberant greetings slow momentarily when he sees Rokarion, but then he brightens. "You are Aeneanas boy, da?" he asks.
Cassidy smiles at Sven and returns the hug with one arm, the other still staying with Natska. "Thank you, Sven! We are pleased to finally be bonded, yes. And you're looking nice over there, Jera! Looks good on you," she says with a nod before waiting to hear the answer to Natska's question.
