Snowmark Swansong - RPLOG
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.
Rainer oofs, quite a bit of the wind squeezed out of him in that unexpected hug. "Eeeh, Jera! ...I missed you too! I also miss breathing." He can offer the rest little more than a sheepish grin as a crowd forms to give their greetings and introductions. "What's up?" And then he raises his hand and waves -- except that his sleeve is wrapped several times around Jera's staff, and pulls it along with, bopping him on the head. "Ow. Hang on, got a--oof--bit of a tangle-ouch--just gotta-ow-figure this-ow-ow..."
Rokarion raises his head upwards to look at Sven, the plant being's usual serene expression was still there but his face still seemed to be more serious, a hint of a stiff upper lip even. "Thank you for the invitation to this party Mister Sven Snowmark. I am indeed a member of the Aeneanas house." Rokarion said as politely as ever but his voice showed a strong and clear Cliffsider accent, clearly one of the city accents for those who bother with such details. Rokarion would then take out a small box from under his coat and offer it to Sven, "A small gift for you and your house, some of the finest chocolates in all of Cliffside." Rokarion would add.
Natska returns Sven's hug with a big, tight hug of her own, her ears perked. "Thank you!" she echoes, enthusiastically. Then Sven moves on to someone prettier, and she turns her attention to her friends, ears perked as she listens to the conversation.
Jera watched Rainer with a look of chagrin. Not quite able to disassemble the staff, he just tried to hold it for the poor wolf while he paid attention to Rokarion's speech at the same time. He made a mental note at the flower's affluence, giving a half hearted tug to the staff.
Angus clasps his hands behind his back as he grins at Cassidy and Natska. "Hopefully yes." He answers as his ears flick back and forth as he watches the rest of the party goers curiously.
Sven takes the little box with a formal bow to Rokarion, he IS an ambassador after all. Then with no ceremony at all, he lifts the lid and tosses back one of the chocolates. "Ha!" he crows, "Is excellent!" With that, the hefty puma sweeps the smaller plant being into a crushing hug. "Sven thanks you!" he exclaims. He IS a Snowmark, after all.
"Come!" the burly feline calls, turning on his heel and wrapping an arm around Rokarion and the other around Jera he starts to lead them away toward what seems to be a stage set up near the helm, "Zora will sing for us!"
Cassidy leans over against Natska, tail swaying behind her. I love this time of year. So many parties and fun to be had. It's always fantastic." At mention of the singing, though, she starts trying to shuffle in that direction with Natska, eager to listen! "And now we have another reason to consider it a good time, too."
Jera follows along without complaint! Finding a seat and keeping quiet to listen.
"Ow--nodon't, almost got it." Rainer fumbles, having only another sleeve-covered mass the helplessly paw at the tightly-wrapped fabric of the opposing sleeve, unable to grasp. Suddenly Jera is being lead away! And so the pup stumbles along behind, biting his bottom lip and widening eyes as his struggle becomes all the more urgent. "A-HA!" comes his declaration of triumph as he finally gets the last wind of the sleeve unwound -- short moments before the thud of him toppling backwards from the sudden loss of tension. "...I meant to do that."
Rokarion raises an eyebrow as he is engulfed in a crushing hug, making the plant emit a soft gasp for air, and from this angle also giving Sven a face full of jasmine fragrance, almost dizzying with its strength. The poor flower does not even have time to recover before he feels Sven's heavy arms on his shoulders, making Rokarion follow without complaint as he tries to maintain his calm demeanor, "Your welcome, Ser." Rokarion said as he was led one. Rainer was offered a glance from the flower, who have met him before, and a raised petal of an eyebrow before it was directed elsewhere
Angus snickers as he watches the chaos, watching Rainer try and survive in the clothing he was in as the fox just shakes his head and follows along with. "This should be intresting." He murmurs to himself, curious as to how the scene will play out.
Zora is standing between the helm and the railing as a string quartet finishes their preparation. The swan gives a graceful nod and they begin to play a lilting tune. She looks serenely out at the audience as they play, then takes a deep breath to begin singing. Her mouth opens, but instead of the lovely soprano that should have come out, there is a lound HONK!!! The diva looks startled and shaken and the quartet stops in confusion.
Natska frowns slightly as everyone she had been chatting with is swept up in the spectacle, but it doesn't last - soon the happy jaguar is grinning again, as she follows Cassidy and the others, and gives her wife a quick kiss on the cheek, then settles in to listen.
Jera peers at the performer, eyes opened wide. He has been dragged along the floor, but the loud sound is enough to distract him from the discomfort as he picks himself up and dusts off.
Cassidy startles a little at the sound that comes from the singer, looking uncertainly up to Natska for a moment, then at the rest of the audience, then back at the singer. She bites her lip, but tries not to react in an... Unladylike fashion. She keeps a straight face.
Rainer sits up with a start at the honk and begins clapping at a fever pace, though with the tuxedo sleeves completely covering his hands, and then some, there's less of a clap and more of a... well, the sound of two peices of fabric being swatted together. A lot. "Woo! Good show! Play it again! Play it again!"
Rokarion kept his neutral expression as he looked on the stage, however the plant could not help but raise an eyebrow at Zora. Noticing Sven still had his arm around his shoulders; Rokarion would let out a small cough, "I bet she needs your help, Ser." The plant said politely, can't risk offending an ambassador now can you.
Zora coughs daintily and gestures to the quartet to start again, giving a slightly annoyed look to Rainer, though he is not the only one to react to the strange occurence, a quiet murmur arising amongst the crowd. The diva looks around a little as her intro plays again, then opens her mouth to sing. This time a loud braying, like that of a donkey issues forth from her mouth! Her white plumage visibly reddens as she claps graceful hands over her mouth.
A murmur goes through the crowd and a couple of faint snickers can be heard scattered around the deck. Sven's normally jovial face is darkened with a frown as he looks around the deck.
Angus blinks a little at the honking, tilting his head in confusion just a little as he clasps his hands behind his back. "My word, it sounds like she may have a frog in her throat."
"That wasn't a frog, Angus," Natska replies. Then she glances down at Cassidy and smiles. "Kitsune?" she asks, quietly. "Seems like one of their sorts of tricks."
Cassidy nods at Natska. "That is what I am thinking. Someone's getting their jollies at the expense of our poor singer here." She narrows her eyes and glances around the audience, ears flicking as she looks for anyone that looks a little too... Concentrated and focused at the moment.
