Who: ANYONE!
When: 07/10/11, Late afternoon and ongoing
Where:
Patrol HQ, Ballroom 2nd Floor
Format: Action, Prose-whatever works for you!
What: It’s a surprise party! Kind of.
Warnings: TBA
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♫ ♪...It's Priscilla's party and she'll cry if she wants to~!♪ ♫ )
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[Except for the identity of the party's recipient - or more, those arranging it for her. Of the two Kaien is the less interesting, though notable enough for his status as a walking corpse.]
[Isley, on the other hand, well.]
[Let's just say Aizen was stirred from his work if only from sheer curiosity. What sort of party does such a person put together? Would there be men roasting over an open flame? Well, probably not, but the idea was amusing enough.]
[As it happens, it's a pleasant enough affair - subdued, despite that music, and featuring a rather fascinating guest list.]
[All in all, not a terrible way to waste an evening, if one needed to be wasted.]
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So... you come to parties like this often?
[....wait, is that mingling, or hitting on? Dammit.]
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I wouldn't say so, no.
[...]
You feel of death.
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Funny. You're not the first person to tell me that.
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If it were for anyone else, though, she probably wouldn't have even gone to the trouble. But Pris deserves a good birthday, especially with how bad things had been lately. Something happy and memorable. So Asellus stays near the edges and smiles and smiles, intent on having a good time.]
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Evening.
[ There's not a shred of armour in sight. He's all in black tonight, though still tunic and breeches rather than anything modern. He cups the base of a glass and wafts it temptingly in front of her. ]
Fancy a drink?
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[She's been munching berries and hanging back for a while, but she hadn't really been paying much attention to the other partygoers. It's a nice, relatively quiet thing, and she's surprised to find she's actually relaxing.]
Enjoying the party?
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It's all right. I always seem to forget that parties here aren't like the ones back home.
[ He scans the crowd thoughtfully, and then glances back to her, eyebrow raised. ]
And yourself?
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She doesn't really know very many people here - and certainly none of the particularly well - but a party is always a good place to make acquaintances.]
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... I mean, Sebastian just happens to notice her as he's working the crowd with a tray of salmon puffs. She looks familiar, and he can place her after a moment or two: the young lady interested in history, particularly the 1880s. Yes, that's definitely her. He swoops in from behind, appearing with almost inhuman grace and a soft, professional smile.]
Good afternoon, Miss Kindle. I hope you are enjoying yourself. Might I interest you in an hors d'oeuvres?
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Yes, thank you Michaelis.
[She takes the offered salmon puff daintily but does not eat it quite yet. No need to be unladylike, particularly in front of a Victorian, even (or especially?) if he is a butler. She maintains the proper air of detached formality and limited warmth while internally cursing the fact that he isn't the old man Jeeves type. The high society women would at least have been safe from him then.]
I suppose you handled much of the organization of this party. You must be a very good butler indeed. Its a wonder none of the local families have tried to steal you away from the Patrol.
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Ah - please, Miss Kindle, call me Sebastian.
[He's interested to see her reaction to that, to gauge just how much she knows about the customs of his time. He smiles politely as she continues to speak to him. She even sounds as though she could be one of the budding ladies of society back in London. Very curious.]
Thank you, that is quite kind of you to say. I did work with a native philanthropist to organise a garden party last month, actually. But he did not offer me a permanent position. After the events of the last few days, however, I cannot say I blame him.
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[ Arthur's hair is still wet when he first arrives, curling a little behind his ears. He has dressed all in black, a simple outfit in the style of his time, the fabric rich and soft. The heat means he's rolled up the long sleeves and left the laces of the collar wide. Apart from his ring he wears no other adornments, not even a dagger at the hip, a rare display. ]
[ But despite his informal appearance, Arthur is restrained and polite, avoiding lengthy conversations, approachable but not approaching. He spends a full forty-five minutes poring over his Tanabata wish, and glaring at anyone coming close enough to read over his ( ... )
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[Out of the crowd she zooms, appearing at his side to tug with almost obnoxious persistence at his sleeve.]
Hi, Au-rin!
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[ It amuses him that his nickname is now only two syllables. Her noisiness breaks though his reserve. Turning, he bends and picks her up easily. ]
Enjoying the party?
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Yeah, it's really fun! And the food's good, too! And a bunch of my favorite people are here!
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It's just one party of many in during the time of year that would be called the Season back in London. He looks as though he's catered a million events like this, as any decent butler should.]
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Excuse me.
[... oh hell.]
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Miss Hawkeye. What a pleasure it is to see you again.
[He happens to be making the rounds with the tray of wine, and so offers it to her.]
Might I interest you in a glass? The claret is quite good as a summer wine, although the chardonnay has been chilled if you happen to be feeling the effects of this heat...
[Aaand he might be giving her outfit a once over. Just to gauge whether she dressed smartly for the weather. Of course.]
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Yes, likewise. Hello Sebastian.
[She glances at the tray and then back at Sebastian, keeping her countenance carefully calm.]
No thank you. I'm fine.
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