THE "VERY BREATH OF SPRING" PARTY; OPEN

[miss_waldorf]

When; Daytime, March 21st
Rating; PG
Characters; EVERYONE~
Summary; Is that loveSpring I smell in the air~?
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[thefutureking]

Arthur arrived a bit early just to make sure that Blair could check over how he put on the suit. Armor was far more involved and complicated with the suit but he had experience putting that on. As it was he had spent far, far too long getting the tie correct. Still, it seemed important to Blair.

Not that Arthur didn't have his own motivations of course. He genuinely liked spending time with Blair and was eager to see her. The prince was in what was explained to him was a very stylish, very expensive black suit and tie with a white shirt. It looked very similar to any number of suits he had seen men in the City wear. Again, Blair assured him it was fit for someone of his station. The only concession he had made was that he wore his sword as his left hip.

When he saw Blair he gave a small smile that turned into a very big smile. She looked amazing. She looked in her element.

"It's a good thing I did bring my sword," he said. "I'm going to need to fight for the right to be your escort tonight."

[miss_waldorf]

"Arthur!"

Blair turned to him with an equally wide smile. Easily coming up to him, she smoothed a small crease on his shoulder. He did look good in a suit, plus it must have taken him hours to get that tie perfect, knowing how clumsy he was with it just the other day. She fixed a stray strand of his hair back in place, quite enamored by his eyes in the process. My, they are pretty.

"You look amazing." He may not be as much in his element as she was, but he certainly looked the part. The sword was a nice touch, plus the line of course. "I think you've won your right when fixing up your tie." She loosened it about his collar a little; he was trying hard, she knew, but he looked like he could barely breathe.

[thefutureking]

Arthur felt a bit self conscious as Blair brushed at his collar and straightened his hair but welcome for the contact all the same. Besides, overall she seemed rather pleased about it all which is what he was hoping for anyways.

At her compliment he ducked his head just a bit. When she loosed his collar he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Thank you," he said. "That feels much, much better."

[miss_waldorf]

Blair giggled at his comment. His naivete charmed her more than she thought it would. She had believed that girls always liked the bad boys better; the jaded and secretive ones. But she liked feeling comfortable around him, uncomfortably comfortable, if that made sense at all.

Even with her stilettos, she had to stand on her toes a little to press a kiss on his cheek. She hated having to go so slow, but she supposed it was what Arthur would be more used to, and she really didn't want to scare him away.

[passionforshoes]

Red. It was the traditional color of spring, what with the robin's red breast and all. Cindy had seen a lot of red and breasts in her day, including her own tonight, clad in a bright red snug off the shoulder number with, of course, with a matching pair of stilettos, her favorite pair.

She definitely stood out from the rest of the partygoers at this party she claimed she wasn't going to attend; but that was her. Cindy bullshitted people everyday and stood out at public affairs. That was her job. It was also her job to stand in the middle of the tent, downing glasses of free champagne. If she was going to suffer through politics today, Cindy wanted to be good and buzzed for it.

[punchlikeagirl]

Kara had opted for a simple yet fun green dress with a pair of matching heels. Her hair was also up tonight, a rare occurrence for her. Flying was rarely kind on updos.

She circulated through the guests and made small talk with them and thanked them for coming, as was her job. She spotted the woman in the red dress earlier and had slowly made her way over to her. The City was known for beautiful and striking people but even here this woman stood up. It made Kara feel just a bit self conscious. Going up to the woman she smiled broadly and offered her hand.

"I'm Kara," she said. "Thank you so much for coming."

[passionforshoes]

Cindy saw the girl heading towards her as she drained her third glass of the day. She didn't know her from Eve and idly wondered what she wanted when the other female introduced herself.

"Cindy," she replied while mentally giving her approval to Kara's footwear. Cindy could always appreciate good taste. She lightly shook Kara's hand before using that same hand to grab a martini off the tray of a passing waiter. "One of the hosts of this shindig?"

[punchlikeagirl]

"Nice to meet you, Cindy," Kara said.

"And yeah, or at least I work for the host," she said, correcting herself. Blair was the host, Kara was just the glorified gofer. "I don't think anyone but Blair can really claim to be the host."

[sleepyseer]

If you had seen Morgana prepare for this party, you would have thought this was the highlight of her year. She had spent hours agonizing over dresses and making herself up and getting herself presentable. But this wasn't because she expected to enjoy herself. No, Morgana was donning a different type of armor and gearing up for war to protect Arthur.

This would be easier if Arthur hadn't left without her. The stubborn, inconsiderate fool.

Morgana swept into the garden, smiling sweetly even as her cold eyes searched the crowd.

[thefutureking]

Blair had needed to be off somewhere else for the moment and left Arthur on his own, not that he needed help. This was not much different from some of the celebrations they had at Camelot, only with less pressure on him.

When he spotted Morgana he immediately headed towards her, happy to see a familiar face. He felt a bit odd though, being in such a strange outfit that the suit was, but he took comfort at the sword that hung on his hip.

"Morgana, it's good to see you," he said, smiling at her.

[sleepyseer]

Morgana gave Arthur a bright smile, mostly because Blair was nowhere near him. Try as she might, she couldn't shake the memory of last night's dream. Arthur and Blair, kissing by the heather. She reminded herself of what Gaius said, how dreams took things that happened in the real world and shaped them to express subconscious emotions. She did not pry too deeply into what those emotions were.

"Is it?" she asked coyly. "You left the apartment so quickly, I thought you were trying to avoid me." That came out more snappish than she had intended; her dreams always put her on edge.

[thefutureking]

"Don't be ridiculous," Arthur said, rolling his eyes at her comment even though the familiarity of her chastising was somehow comforting.

"Honestly, not everything is about you. I wanted to arrive early," he explained. "Since I'm Blair's escort and this is her party I thought it would be good to arrive early."

[adamantined]

Claire does show up. A bit late, but there's an appearance all the same. Peter is elsewhere, getting her a drink or finding a place to put her coat, or doing whatever it is that uncles do when their nieces throw them into a blazer and demand they escort them somewhere that makes her stomach crawl a little. A lot of this strikes her as trite, still - pretty, but trite. Underneath their feet the clock is still ticking, and there's an election on. But Claire is capable of pretending that she's still seventeen for just a little bit longer: your normal, average, everyday girl.

She at least knows how to dress herself to the point of looking presentable, hair straight and understated. Her father might kill her for the length, but he's not here, and Claire likes heels as much as the next girl, even if she finds herself more prone to sneakers and jeans these days, winding her fingers around drawstrings and the hems of sleeves that fall past her knuckles

Placeholder because some of us sleep.

[punchlikeagirl]

Kara spotted Claire almost immediately, mainly because she was one of the people she was looking for. She knew that there were a few, okay a lot, of people Blair didn't get along with and Kara took it on herself to make those people feel welcome to her boss's party.

Striding over in her green dress and matching heels, Kara smiled at the other girl.

"Hi, I'm Kara," she said, offering a hand out. "Thank you so much for coming."

ffff what's this thing you call sleep

[adamantined]

Maybe it wasn't so much that Claire didn't get along with Blair as it was they just didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things. A year ago Claire would have been the type of person who flocked to someone like Blair, someone like Jackie, wanting to be popular, ready to be interested in dances and boys and dresses. Things were so different now.

But Claire was nothing if she wasn't good at putting on a front, and she shifted the large tin her hands, rolling it back into the crook of her elbow so she could shake Kara's hand in return. "Claire," she replied with a free-flowing smile, her grip surprisingly firm. "I think we spoke once on the network. A looooong time ago. It's good to see you or hear you or whatever again."

It's resting. You should try it.

[punchlikeagirl]

Kara gave a firm shake back, nodding as Claire mentioned them having talked on the network once long ago. That was one of the tricky things about this place, trying to remember just who you had talked to in what capacity.

"I think so," she said. "And yes, it's good to see you in person too. Did you come with someone or are you by yourself?"

[valentineluke]

The gala provided a perfect setting for talk on anti-deity based rumors and current Warden election. Luke came stag; not out of concern over Marishka nibbling on guests, but to quietly obtain information on said topics with minimal distraction (not always possible when a comely Bride is about).

Sipping on red wine, the white-clad blond projected a casual air as he slowly circulated the 'room'.

[miss_waldorf]

Spotted: an artsy alternative type that could be perfect for Serena. Blair quickly walked over to him with a smile blooming at just the perfect timing. "Hello, are you enjoying your time?"

He was not bad-looking in any standard, although he might be a bit too serious for her best friend. The girl always liked the wacky types better, damn if Blair knew why. Even as she casually took a sip of her champagne, she was sizing him up to decide whether or not to introduce him to Serena.

[valentineluke]

Snatches of conversation Luke overheard tended to be on anything but the City's current unrest. Strange the complete absence of both topics, more so with an open bar present; free alcohol usually helped loosen tongues.

Unfamiliar voice broke into his thoughts. Turning to it - her - Luke promptly recognized the face. "Hello, Miss Waldorf," he smiled in return.

[miss_waldorf]

A smile came to her face at the recognition. It almost seemed as if she was back home where everyone knew her. Blair admitted that she rather liked the feeling, and not only because of nostalgia. Eitherway, she seemed to be doing well at reasserting herself into the social scene here. She offered him a hand in greeting, "I don't believe we've met before?"

He was serious alright, but he didn't have a bad smile. She spared a glance at him, top to bottom, and gave his outfit a seal of approval. He would definitely bea step-up from Humphrey Dump-hrey for Serena.