Honey.
Violin.
Wine glasses.
Sticky piano keys.
Broken strings.
Shards of glass.
A cry erupts from somewhere in the crowded hall.
Drunken, delighted heads turn to see a drunken, delighted figure flying up into the air.
The tiara glimmers.
The wine flies.
The rapier glints.
Well, who else could it be?
The group of Bohemians catch Oscar as he comes falling back down, shaking with giggles and a slight bout of nausea from the unexpectedly high journey into the sky. Who knew artists and poets were so strong?
“Thank you, darlings, thank you,” he says, stumbling away from the group before they can launch him again, unsteady in his odd shoe combination of one crystal slipper and one riding boot.
The room is packed, filled to the brim with dancing actors, drunken painters, flirting poets, singing prostitutes. The bohemian lower class of London have flooded the rented-out ballroom, more and more of Veilgarden’s resident population abandoning their posts at pubs, galleries, streetcorners, studios, to gather together at this month’s big party, just as they had last month, just as they would the next month.
This month it seemed to be Oscar Remarque’s turn to give Veilgarden a reason to drink and shout (other than tradition), and damned if he wasn’t doing a good job of it.
Gypsy songs play from the corner of the room.
Attendants shout, sing, careen, along.
Jars of honey pass their way around the hall.
Random commencements of independent songs burst out in various places, delightfully dissonant from the band’s melody.
Somewhere, a group of rather drunk and rather lost scientists get inspired by Oscar’s flight and fling Benthic’s prize student so high into the air he begins to develop plans for a sort of aeroplane.
It’s a hell of a party.
(A party! In celebration of one year on the forum ((a slightly late anniversary for those of you in the UK)), I’ve decided to host a bash. Characters of any sort are invited, from zailors to Fingerkings, and new RPers are encouraged to come and introduce their characters - after all, what way more stylish to enter London than at a party? Arguments, honey-hallucinations, brawls, and attention-seizing is encouraged, but do refrain from doing anything to completely halt the party, and be polite towards your fellow RPers ((though don’t hesitate to throw some fists)). Have fun!)