[Open RP] -- A Ball at Pemberley

[good_opinion]

For all his faults, let it not be said that Fitzwilliam Darcy was anything less than a most gracious and generous host. For almost a full two weeks and several hundred pounds out of pocket, he had managed to organise a ball of some magnificence as to almost reach the standards of his aunt, Lady Catherine (though he suspected that fully achieving

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tempus!verse

[colonelinblack]

Gianni strolled into the room, careless and in plainclothes. He had heard about this event and, though he wasn't one for unnecessary merriment, he had heard a few persons of interest might make an appearance. Sighing and readjusting his jacket, he folded his arms behind his back and made his way out onto the dance floor.

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[good_opinion]

It was not Darcy's intention to intercept, rather, all by accident, he found himself bumping ungraciously into a man as he tried to escape in a direction away from the dance floor and the attentions of a young girl of fifteen who was insisting that he be made to dance with her. He suspected that her parents, who glanced scandalously in their direction, would soon be having a conversation with her concerning the amount of wine she had clearly consumed. As it was, Darcy was more than happy to foist her drunken regard upon someone else.

"Sir," he began apologetically, offering a slight bow of greeting. "You have arrived in the nick of time. I believe this young lady is eager for a dance."

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[colonelinblack]

Raising an eyebrow, Gianni took notice of the other man, scowling deeply.

"Is this your gathering?" he found himself asking, business where he should be casual.

A young lady? He cast his eyes to the target, immediately seeing just how in the nick of time he was. He had half a mind to tell her negligent parents to take her home.

Deciding better of it, he gave a short bow and introduced himself instead.

"Commander Sheppard, sir. It is a lovely... gathering."

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[good_opinion]

"It is, sir, yes," he nodded, glancing around the room with a disinterested eye as though such events were not only a regular occurrence but one that had grown tedious. "Doubtless there have been worse evenings."

A truthful statement if one could ignore the girl that was now fawning over the regimentals of yet another innocent guest. He made a note to have her removed to a less public section of the party until such a time she either fell unconscious or was returned her senses.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy, Commander, at your service," he introduced himself with another, deeper bow, returning his attention to the man in front of him. "It is an honour to make your acquaintance."

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[adalia_krause]

Adalia arrived, unescorted and dressed in a fine silver gown that should not have been available to a servant. She stood alone for a moment, watching the servants rush around with the trays of food and drink.

She would much rather prefer scrubbing pots than what these servants were currently doing. Adalia stood alone for a moment, then walked to the dance floor- she hoped that someone would dance with her.

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[colonelinblack]

Gianni approached her after a moment, half-glass of wine in hand as he had been there for some time already.

"You look..." He searched for the word, just a touch of his accent filtering through. "..ethereal."

Smiling warmly, he bowed in a sweeping manner, nearly spilling his wine as he was just a bit.. tipsy. He recovered however and made it back to upright.

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[adalia_krause]

"You look very fine too, sir" Adalia smiled, amused at the tipsiness of the gentleman. "I would ask you to dance, if you think that your wine hasn't gone too much to your brain"

She curtsied in response to the bow, and hoped that she had it right.

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[colonelinblack]

He chuckled, downing the glass in a single go and depositing it on a passing tray.

"Au contraire, madamoiselle," he responded, the French sounding thick and foreign coming from a drunk Italian masquerading as an Englishman.

Despite his inebriation, he offered a gentle hand to her, already making a calculated step toward the middle of the floor.

[bitunlikely]

Jenny was rather pleased with the dress she found on Trevalon. The man in the store had assured her it was a direct replica of a Regency era evening dress. Either way, she had fallen in love with it the moment she had seen it.

And, she thought, it made her blend in quite well with the other guests at Darcy's ball. The only thing that possibly stood out was the stolen vortex manipulator on her wrist. But it was the only way to meet up with Ryan in 21st century Arizona, and then teleport to Pemberley.

Still, as she watched the festivities with a brilliant smile on her face, Jenny was certain that it was worth it.

[good_opinion]

When Darcy finally spotted her in the middle of the laughing, dancing, drinking crowd, he confessed (and only to himself, of course) that he was quite taken aback. If not for the characteristic smile he found all too dazzling, he might never have recognized her. Truly, he was quite stunned. And he most certainly was not the only one who had noticed her.

"Now there is a most handsome specimen," one of the soldiers dressed in brilliant scarlet regimentals nudged him with an elbow, nodding in Jenny's direction. "Not even you could say no to that, Darcy."

He did not offer a reply beyond tightly snapping shut the jaw that he hadn't realized had been gaping. He bowed distractedly, excusing himself from the conversation and, with the faintest of smiles, went to greet her.

[bitunlikely]

Her grin widened when she saw Darcy approach. Just like with Martha's masque, she had tried to do a little (if not sloppy) research on the time period she was pretending to be from. Curtsies, it seemed, were the manner in which a female was to introduce herself here. That, though, she could pick up just from watching the crowd.

So, gracefully, Jenny gave him her best curtsy. As she lifted her head back up, she beamed brightly at him.

"Hello, Mister Darcy."

[good_opinion]

He bowed deeply in return, as was expected of a gentleman, appearing to those around them to be as formal and stiff as ever, though there was the most minuscule quirk of the lips that only she could see.

"Miss... Jenny," he replied, somewhat awkwardly. He had forgotten that she claimed to have no last name. "I hope I find you well?"

[notapoodle]

While he's managed to obtain suitable era clothing, Ryan is never quite happy unless he's standing out from the crowd thanks to his fashion choices, which would be why he's currently dressed in a pricey looking regency moss-green suit. It matches with the current fashion perfectly, though may be a little more colorful than some are used to. And since there's a definite absence of a hat for once, his blond hair has been coiffed stylishly upwards. He likes to make a good impression.

Though he's not currently out on the dance floor busting some moves, he's more than happy with the current festivities going on, content to watch an on-going dance with a broad grin on his face while he helps himself to an offered tray of food. Hitching a ride here with Jenny was possibly one of the best ideas he's had in ages.

[good_opinion]

Darcy spotted him the moment he entered the ballroom. How could he not when amongst the sea of black, red and brown was a suit of the most stunning green? It was a fine piece indeed and already he could hear hushed inquiries as to the tailor springing up in the conversation around him. If this young man wasn't careful, he would find himself swept up in conversation about the high fashion of London with Bingley's two sisters. Darcy could at least spare him that.

"Sir," Darcy greeted him with a bow when he eventually made his way over without seeming too deliberate. It was, after all, terrible manners and against all rules of etiquette to look as though he were seeking someone out. Appearing casual was the key. "I do believe you are being followed."

[notapoodle]

Despite the whispers and stares, Ryan seems quite in his element, nodding cheerfully to one or two around him before he notices someone more familiar approach. And it'd be impolite of him not to greet the host with a broad grin and an elegant bow in return, for he's seen enough movies to know the custom around these parts, even adding in a polite, "Sir," to mimic the greeting. This is just like being in a play for him, except that little bit more authentic.

"Being followed?" He questions lightly, an eyebrow raising while he spares a moment to take a brief look around the gathering as if expecting to catch someone at it. Ryan isn't quite so used to being as subtle as someone perhaps should be.

[good_opinion]

"Quite," Darcy replied with a subtle nod to his left. There, standing by the wall and wearing a hat of great distinction, all bright feathers and jewels, was Miss Caroline Bingley, staring unabashedly in their direction.

"You have an admirer," he continued, sipping casually at the glass of wine in his hand. "I advise caution."

[darcissistic]

OOC.

Hi! Do you still write as Fitzwilliam Darcy? I am eager for a Pride and Prejudice RP, though I usually RP in paragraph format through AIM. Thank you! I like this!