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Post by Krakenbox on Jan 17, 2021 0:56:29 GMT -8
The Cosmopolitan was a luxury resort casino and hotel consisting ot two highrise towers. The Marquee Nightclub & Dayclub, which was the top grossing nightclub in the United States in 2012, and was currently bursting at the seams with the Mantle of Spring, causing the very air to shimmer with the sheer concentration of magic. This was supposedly a charity event, aiming to raise funds for a economic project for the Vegas destitute with cover charge and performance tipping. The fact that it was being held on the Strip, meant that the manipulation of mundane minds with sculpting their Desires was expressly forbidden. Whether or not the attendees — as the liquor and highs ramped throughout the evening — followed this Freehold law was up in the air. Further in was reserved seating overlooking the floor. The famous chandelier over the bar was outside the club in the lobby, for those wishing to escape the crush of bodies and flow of emotion, a balcony overhanging the clusters of Lost as they took in the view. The Knight of Rains was technically the host, often the sponsor of such occasions, and the Knight of Coin's Mantle also stood out as the area slowly crackled with blooming gold like a creeping layer of frost. It was rumoured Rudolph Chugunkin was looking for direct assistance with sensitive matters regarding the inevitable gentrification the project would force with the impoverished of Whitney.
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Post by Ivory on Jan 17, 2021 13:29:03 GMT -8
Ivory was, as ever, all too happy to attend a party and the supposed aim of the event seemed to be after her heart. That said, the Pale Dragon had another reason for attending, having made a promise to Evelyn to bolster her attempts to increase her standing in the Antler Crown. With the Knight of Rains and the Knight of Coin attending, this event seemed a good candidate. After all, she felt she owed it to attend considering Stheno had aided in her recovery. Her superior was a prominent figure in attendance, albeit one that caused Ivory some pause considering his rumored... activities. Ivory had hoped to avoid tangling herself in the web of Spring's criminal underbelly, but... perhaps she could exist just outside of it. She would need to try. For the moment. Thus, Ivory had managed to get into a new, black cocktail dress and punctually arrived to the event. She'd pay the coverage, but found her hopes to avoid the crush of bodies to be in vain. Forced to weave through, the Fairest eventually reached the stairs and ascended to the balcony. The Pale Dragon finally found a suitable table by the rail and seated herself. She retained her usual regal nature, but, as her golden eyes roved the crowd below it was apparent that Ivory was reacclimating. Her recent near-death had meant that she had been a less frequent figure at parties. She needed a moment to adjust and realign herself.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jan 17, 2021 21:07:57 GMT -8
It would be no surprise that Riley would make an appearance at this evening's event. Any party had high odds of that, let alone those presented by spring. But tonight; Riley had a mission. With the knight of Rains and the Knight Of Coins present, the Wisp saw a window. To seed the opportunity to rise among the court of the Antler Crown. One had to rise in the spring Court, as a flower grows to new life, those who did not would be consumed. Riley would not be consumed again. In the days leading to the fundraiser, the Darkling started to gather information on the relevant and important names. Particularly Riley tapped into the adult entertainment world. In a city like Las Vegas, sex workers heard a lot of things. They a pulled of strings, a favor or tow, and loaded with charm, the moth had landed themselves in a troupe of dancers. Presenting a sort of variety act of saucy dancing and comedy act. One had fallen sick, and Riley was got the chance to cover for her. It wasn't a headliner, nor spotlight position but the moth didn't care, it was their ticket in. After the show, the moth dawned their evening wear. Surprisingly this evening Riley presented entirely femme, toning back their normally loud queer look. The dancer had become accustomed to needing to present more cis and knew that she paid better than they in the adult industry of Vegas. That was business for The Moth. However, Riley's look for the evening was unique as was expected of the Bright One. They wore a deep v, open back black evening dress, the top studded with punk jacket spikes. The moth had come to tonight, bearing their “weapons” of choice. Their hair was pulled to the side, pinned back by a hair their Golden Hairnette, which this evening took the form of an iridescent barrette shaped like a dragonfly wing, Riley’s right arm dawned with their hedgespun jeweled gauntlet. Riley fluttered through the event making small talk here and there, getting a feel for the evening and the crowd.
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Post by Ivory on Jan 20, 2021 15:48:14 GMT -8
Ivory remained on her perch, watching over the crowd, but it was not difficult to see Riley. Ever.
She watched the Moth engage in their dance with a small smile on her face, though she was hesitant to approach, considering recent events.
Still the server soon came with Ivory's favorite cocktail: A Cosmopolitan. The Pale Dragon knew she'd have to enter the fray eventually and, now with a drink in hand, she was out of excuses for postponing it. If the rumors were true, tonight represented a chance to cozy up to Chugunkin, a figure of prominence and a target of influence that Evelyn desired for her own goals. In so doing, Ivory could also assist in her own ascendance. She would need to seek him, but something told her coming with a team would be preferred. There was no knowing the kind of skills his endeavor would require.
And it just so happened that one she desired to work with was flitting around the room. They had a hatchet to bury as well, but few partnerships existed without their problems. In any case, cozying up to a familiar face before traveling deeper into the Den was always preferred.
Thus, Ivory approached, hoping to make eye contact well before she was in speaking distance with Riley. It would be better if the Darkling saw her coming.
Lips parted as Ivory tried to think of something witty and icebreaking, but her brain failed to commute, prompting only a long and slightly awkward pause following her arrival in Riley's environs.
"I was trying to think of a joke? For levity?" she admitted, "Yet my wit fails me. You look absolutely stunning! I was hoping you would come."
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Post by Krakenbox on Jan 20, 2021 18:48:49 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jan 21, 2021 18:23:41 GMT -8
It didn't take long for Riley to catch sight of Ivory. The moth's stomach twisted slightly with pangs of guilt and a rush of adrenaline. It had been maybe weeks since Riley had seen Ivory, in part, it seemed Ivory had not been at as many social arrangements, but also Riley themself had been taking a step back...partially for this vary reason.
"I hear I can have that effect on people," Riley said teasing, to break the ice.
"Thanks, you're looking stunning tonight," They say with a smile stepping closer so they could hear each other over the large gathering of people.
"It's...been awhile" they stated a little less confident now. " I was not sure if I was uh. Going to see you here"
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Post by Krakenbox on Jan 22, 2021 22:18:01 GMT -8
A young woman in a leather jacket hovered, not spying but simply minding her own business™ while she waited for the pair to catch up. She was muscular, with ocean-spray wisps of hair and a lower mantle of Spring that instilled a sense of forlorn longing.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2021 23:30:47 GMT -8
Fine...Fine...FINE . . .fine. . . Attempt number one had been something...Archie was bad at this. But what else was to be expected? As welcoming and wholesome he was towards the Lost community as a whole he did the whole collective as a toxic nuisance and reminder of that rare commodity of time and humanity he would never be able to recover. Sure there was so much value placed on them banding together to not be stolen, and eviscerated by the monsters from beyond. Yeah, Vegas was safe enough that one could live largely apart. Though that simply wasn’t practical. An outsider was just that and nothing more, especially as when one wanted to enter particular social circles. Lacking a network within the Lost was as dangerous as lacking one amongst venue owners, or talent themselves. What was going through his mind was how he had already completely wasted the time of one titled individual on what he thought would be cut and dry - and should there have been a chance at glory it was now long gone and the fault would rest on his own shoulders. Really his own sloth was his worst enemy, but this sort of work was what cronies were for, but with where he was in Lost society? He was the damned crony. First you need the clout. Then you get the favors. He had come through the side door, he knew a guy who knew a guy and could skip the line. It was the joys of having some of that aforementioned clout with someone somewhere. His failure had led him to pursue bigger fish. Probably the worst idea he could have had, but what else did he have going for him? So there he sat, second drink - a professional one, Old Fashioned, people liked predictability in these circumstances. Black slacks and jacket were an odd choice for the normally eccentric Archie, who normally pursued the spotlight was trying to fade somewhat. There was still a splash of personality with the lavender herringbone shirt and mixed lavender and mauve pocket square over his breast. Though, not even a bowtie, or wacky off color shoe choice. Archie heard the rumor's, and had no desire to find out how true they were. Generally though when it came to a certain eastern philosophy it was best to recognize the chief as the chief or expect nothing but a nasty surprise. With drink in hand, he supposed it was time to mingle. Taking his opportunity to scan the crowd, seeing if there was anything passed the normal out of the ordinary. Which wasn’t hard to find, as one absolutely eye catching figure, met a hungering poise of another. He didn’t approach yet, he wanted to make sure drinks weren’t tossed yet as the two Lost came into contact. Strong KingToday at 11:12 PM
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Post by Agrippa on Jan 26, 2021 9:00:55 GMT -8
Agrippa was supposed to be here. Thus said the easy smile. Thus said the litany of passive greetings and compliments. Thus said the confident way they weaved through the crowd with the ease of a minnow swimming through familiar waters. The pastel pink of their classic blazer made a nice match for the venue décor, as did the silver tie and everything else in delicate blue. They looked positively like they lived here, a chunk of the scenery, animated with the spirit of the party.
It was a lie, of course, but one so deep that the beast had nearly convinced themselves of its veracity. After all, if not that, what were they even doing here? They wanted to be a presence in court proceedings, to do things, to get noticed- that's what had motivated them out of their apartment and through the venue doors in the first place. A notable portion of the court was going to be here, some powerful people amongst them. Getting their notice was worthwhile, wasn't it? Of course it was.
But they didn't have a plan. They didn't know who they wanted to meet or to talk to, or what exactly they could gain from any of this exercise. Though that hadn't stopped them yet, and it sure wasn't going to stop them tonight. If nothing else was gained, there was a party. Agrippa lived for parties.
It had been some time since their infiltration when the unicorn realized two unfortunate facts silmontaniously: they had been on their feet for the whole night thus far, and they hadn't drowned in copious glasses of candied alcohol yet. Both travesties could be remedied if they could only find a seat. Like the one that @archie was occupying... Agrippa slid up to the man as if they had known him for years, smiling like a used car salesman, if car used salesmen were actually friendly.
"Evening! Don't mind if I sit here, do you?"
They were already pulling out the next chair over
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Post by Ivory on Jan 26, 2021 12:29:09 GMT -8
Ivory's smile softened as Riley surprisingly engaged without acidic comments or demeanor. Would the Pale Dragon have done the same in her position? Somehow, she doubted it.
"You do," she teased as Riley joked.
At the compliment Ivory stands a little taller, clearly appreciative of the little stroke to her ego, dampened as it had been by the need to reacclimate. "Thank you."
"Too long," she responds as Riley speaks of their time apart.
"Unsure or hopeful," she joked with a wink, "In truth, I didn't know if I would come or not. Not since I was... indisposed."
It was then the gilded eyes of the dragon spotted the figure on the periphery. Her head turned, the same gentle smile dressing her face, "Good evening, Miss...?"
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Post by Krakenbox on Jan 26, 2021 22:15:50 GMT -8
"Marina," she said bluntly, "Lorelei felt a little on the nose, even for me." A calloused hand was offered, the skin a little too pale as if on the edge of hypothermia. A thick dagger was strapped to her hip, and the younger woman looked like she would be more comfortable in an MMA competition than playing the herald.
A small smile is offered as she tucks the literal waves of her hair. "Sir Chugunkin is hosting an important member of the Silent Arrow, from my understanding?" There's a bit of colour as the inflection slips, the Torrent clearly not used to the political arena herself and baffled by the task before her. "...And she's sort of insisting on meeting the-" a curse is muttered, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to not sound rude saying it, but the plebs?"
Her blush deepens. Her own Mantle was minimal, and she hated coming off as some elitists' prick introducing herself to other members at the whims of some Winter Princess.
"You can say no, I get if you do I'll just say you politely declined."
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jan 27, 2021 6:02:58 GMT -8
"Indisposed-?" Riley stopped mid-sentence as Marina approached and the introductions began.
The moth mouth twisted slightly, they had a lot they wanted to say to Ivory. Their gut turned still with the guilt from the night of Yule, their choices...the consequences. In many ways, Riley wanted to know to understand why. Why had Ivory defended Rowan of all people?
Focus. An opportunity had arisen. Tonight Riley had a plan. Riley turned their attention to the Marina who was acting as a Herald. "Riley" The Darkling said holding a hand out to Marina.
"And good eye by the way. You found some of the more...fun proletariats here" Riley said with a smirk.
"I'd be honored to attend"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2021 10:11:11 GMT -8
Archie had a brief and visble little jump as Agrippa found a place next to him, but once he could refocus for a moment he settled into the fact that it was thankfully or perhaps more dangerously another member of the community. More importantly even at just a quick glance the radient figure beside him brought thoughts of Benjamin Murphy to his mind. Whatever could that correlation be? Well, when faced with stunning looks like this, it soothed Archie to know that there were those still yet uglier than himself, so it made the cliff of attractiveness or therefore lack of seem less steep. "Ah! Aha, no, no, not at all."A quick retort as the above ran through his mind, offering a hand with a practiced motion. “Archie, always a pleasure to meet someone from the community. Wish I could say this was more a pleasure than simple introduction but it seems there is business afoot tonight.”He raised his eyebrows up and down with the statement of business, tipping back the drink he had in hand. It was a party after all, Archie had just explained to someone that all parties are business. If he wanted to drink to relax he had just the place to kick back and unwind away from the hustle and bustle of either of his lives. But this was not his shag carpeted fortress, this was the Knight of Coins domain. “Yourself? Looking for that oh so valuable patronage our type covet? I only ask because it seems like the door is open just a smidge for us to take advantage of.”He canted his head towards Riley and Ivory and their new compatriot. “If not, I hope you have a great night.”A tip of his glass was given towards the incredibly handsome stranger, and Archie finished his drink, the zest and smoke swirling into his stomach enough fight back any political jitters he may have before he spun on his chair and made his way to the trio, letting the charmer that sat with him join if he wished. Archie scooted right up, doing his best to seamlessly interject with the two Springs and the unfamiliar yet siren esque stranger. “Well this is quite the collection of fabulous folk we have here! Tell me, social or casting call? Eh, comrades?”Smooth Arch man, smooth. Handshakes were offered around should the social queue ask for it. No direct invite for himself yet, so he was going to test the waters and see if all this got him was his ass kicked. [Spoiler ] @strong King - Archie rolled 4 dice and got 2 successes. 10(9) 5 6 6[ /Spoiler]
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Post by Agrippa on Jan 31, 2021 21:59:02 GMT -8
Agrippa took the offered hand, making hasty work of a handshake so that they could get to sitting down as quickly as possible
"Agrippa!"
The beast didn't remember if Archie knew their name or not, but the man had given his, so it seemed appropriate to respond in kind. Besides, there was no harm in repetition. The beast had wanted to say more, but politeness kept their mouth shut as the fairest went on about business and opportunities. It was only when Archie stood that Agrippa fully realized that they were being abandoned. Of course, no sooner had they found their way to a seat they would find themselves compelled yet again to stand. Agrippa made an unhappy noise, but still took their feet despite the protestation. They followed behind Archie at a casual pace, unbothered that he would make his introduction first. If the fairest wanted to play canary in the coal mine, Agrippa was surely not going to stop him.
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Post by Krakenbox on Feb 1, 2021 18:00:54 GMT -8
Marina grinned at Riley's comment before her attention bounced to Archie, and ultimately the ethereal Helldiver that trotted behind him. The Torrent didn't seem bothered, actually relieved that people were coming to her instead as she shook their hands. "Sweet. I mean- there's a lot of you. And you all seem cool. Awesome," she almost tugged on Agrippa's hand before she remembered to drop it, letting the gathering follow behind as she entered the crush of the night club to stream towards the VIP area. Weaving between the mundane and Lost came naturally, flowing with the music as she swayed and hummed to herself. Despite her earlier demeanor, she seemed quite comfortable with the sudden clash of Mantle, waving casually the Rudolph Chugunkin and a showy bow to the Winter woman that could almost be mistaken as disrespectful; prompting a laugh from the pair. The Wizened Knight's teeth could almost be described as feral, almost predatory as the bass thundered to the drums of Pan's mad escapades. His skin was made of faded slate, a vein occasionally cracking with escaping ivy. "Dobryy vecher!" he shouted over the din, waving them in as hands were shook to the group. The touch of his hand temporarily gilded the surface of their own, fading as the greeting was done with no ill effect. "Come, sit, my old friend wanted to meet with you all. This is Lady Sedna..."Even in the neon glow, her gorgeous features were veiled in shadow, large dark eyes almost hiding the honeyed iris. Her PVC dress dragged in the light into an unseen void, flickering and dying like distant lightning. The facial tatooing was unfamiliar, but it took a moment to differentiate the pattern from what appeared to be natural mottled spots on her skin. Despite this, her smile was warm as she popped a bottle of champaigne, "Pay him no mind! He's still not over me ditching the Squire-ship. I found the dirty secrets of court stuck too much to my Mantle and I simply had to escape," she laughed. "Taught her everything she knows," she said in a mock Russian accent, dipping her voice to tease the Knight. "Don't tell me..." she said as she tossed up a hand before names could be exchanged. Staring, making a game of it. "Agrippa, newly arrived from the North at the invitation of the Sacred Journey; Riley Sorsa, or the delightful 'Lady Jackoff' in the burlesque world," a blue lacquered nail danced to each, "Archie Hartman, crafter of success and weaver of ambition; and Mrs. Cartwright, Ivory, a self-made businesswoman and partner of the glorious Pendragon- my condolences, dear." The offer was serious, her playful nature dropping for a moment.
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