[open as open gets : it's the second annual charity date auction!]
Who: Everyone that would like to or has been trolled participate!
When: Sunday, December 11th @ 7p in game.
Where: The Stark place.
Format: I'm using action, but go crazy. Do what you like.
What: Charity Dating Auction!
Warnings: TBA?
[Trees line the path, lowlit by tiny bluish lanterns amidst bare branches, reflecting blue beneath - this spare, narrow area the only place as yet untouched by snow.
Above, a glimmering, shimmering shield like starlight - twinkling magic stays the fall for just a small space of time - and if you look just long enough you might see the flakes melting atop the magical boundary. Stay a moment longer and one might slip - drip through and splash against your nose.
If you look even longer you might see that most of the snow is blowing sideways.
It's warm when you enter - pleasantly, toasty warm. Jars of flickering light also line the stony walls, clustered between ribbons of streamer - paper dragon after paper dragon after whoops is that a wolf? More jars atop tables, blue warmth emanating from them.
The air is a melange of food - trays of muffins and cookies on one table, oodles of noodles on another, the long table at the back of the room piled high with all the makings of a medieval feast as reimagined by Dawn and Utena.
Is that a roast boar with an apple in its mouth? Yup.
The flower circlets might be familiar to some, and servers and minstrels alike have adopted vaguely medieval dress.
You might just hear that terrible bard from the Salty Pig, too.]
[OOC: Following the same format as last year's, there are separate threads for mingling and the actual auction - both of them just waiting for your replies under the appropriate thread! Do what you like - most shenanigans will be uninterrupted by Dawn (yes it is possible), but when you're ready to bow out, feel free to either make it known in the response or plurk/pm myself or Utena mun so we can have Dawn or Utena count it down! If you have any questions, let us know!]
When: Sunday, December 11th @ 7p in game.
Where: The Stark place.
Format: I'm using action, but go crazy. Do what you like.
What: Charity Dating Auction!
Warnings: TBA?
[Trees line the path, lowlit by tiny bluish lanterns amidst bare branches, reflecting blue beneath - this spare, narrow area the only place as yet untouched by snow.
Above, a glimmering, shimmering shield like starlight - twinkling magic stays the fall for just a small space of time - and if you look just long enough you might see the flakes melting atop the magical boundary. Stay a moment longer and one might slip - drip through and splash against your nose.
If you look even longer you might see that most of the snow is blowing sideways.
It's warm when you enter - pleasantly, toasty warm. Jars of flickering light also line the stony walls, clustered between ribbons of streamer - paper dragon after paper dragon after whoops is that a wolf? More jars atop tables, blue warmth emanating from them.
The air is a melange of food - trays of muffins and cookies on one table, oodles of noodles on another, the long table at the back of the room piled high with all the makings of a medieval feast as reimagined by Dawn and Utena.
Is that a roast boar with an apple in its mouth? Yup.
The flower circlets might be familiar to some, and servers and minstrels alike have adopted vaguely medieval dress.
You might just hear that terrible bard from the Salty Pig, too.]
[OOC: Following the same format as last year's, there are separate threads for mingling and the actual auction - both of them just waiting for your replies under the appropriate thread! Do what you like - most shenanigans will be uninterrupted by Dawn (yes it is possible), but when you're ready to bow out, feel free to either make it known in the response or plurk/pm myself or Utena mun so we can have Dawn or Utena count it down! If you have any questions, let us know!]