Honeyaddict
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1/14/2019
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After a long period of meticulous planning August and A___ had finally managed to wrestle through all the things required for a wedding of this scale.
August started sending out the invites, each carefully decorated and handwritten by himself in Viric printed on a Cosmogene background. Both meant to induce rather pleasant dreams for the readers of the letters in question. The Invitations were rather simple, they stated the name of the invitees to the party, along with once more a summation of the events to happen at the wedding.
Each invitation came with a piece of clothing, tailored down to the finest detail for the person receiving them, tailored from Whisper-Satin. These were for the Colourful Carousel, before the Carousel guests could wear clothes of their own choosing, the extra clothing provided by August and Nullman would be for told event to not stain the good clothes of the guests. After the Cortège the guests could switch back into their other clothing should they prefer, as was written on the invitation.
The day itself had finally arrived, August was dressed in his suit of mainly Apocyan and Peligin. He wore his trademark Cosmogene Spectacles, his Irrigo-stained handkerchief neatly in his breast pocket. His name was embroidered onto the suit's breast pocket in Gant, as well as on his handkerchief, if one looked close enough one could see the name there was made from Violant. His tie was intended to be blank, but he had a few Viric ink stains on it from writing so he had it dyed Viric.
Next to him stood his fiancé, and soon-to-be-wife A___. She was wearing a long draping dress, completely made of Ivory Organza, it was almost a replica of our Traitor Empress' dress at her own wedding, with of course, it having been altered for Nullman's size. And a few Neathy additions, she didn't want her name embroidered onto the dress, and instead had decided to have, in Irrigo-stained Ivory Organza, a chess-piece embroidered onto her veil. Around her waist, not wanting to waste the Irrigo-stained Ivory Organza, tied the rest of it as a ribbon with a bow in it. She clearly loved the colour of Irrigo... it had an unintended effect, whenever someone looked at her dress one would see it as if it was for the first time.
Once all the guests had gathered below the Spires of the Bazaar, while a Master, Mr. Veils interestingly enough, who actually came to look at the clothing, was waiting for them at the gate. The Bishop of Southwark came to the couple to set up things inside the Spire to officially marry them once inside. He would have married them unofficially as well was it not for his busy agenda, at least that's what he had claimed.
August and A___ went inside the Spires and said their vows for the Bazaar to one another as the small group of explicitly invited guests went inside the Bazaar with them. Once they were officially married, they went outside and the celebration started, at least the one the Bazaar had planned for them.
"A toast to my new wife! To my close friends, to my new friends and to my guests!" August said, raising his glass as he looked at his guests that had gathered here already.
After this small feast those who wanted to could change into the provided Whisper-Satin clothes, of course, August had provided so many that even guests that weren't officially invited could join the festivities should they desire so.
[OOC note: the wedding itself is in-game bugging for me, I'll send invites in-game out as soon as I can, also, Ixc PM me for the contest win.]
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I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
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Harry P.
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1/15/2019
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The reception has been rather lively, but it had yet to reach the madness I had anticipated of a Neathly celebration hosted by the one and only Honeyaddict, alongside his lovely wife who's appearance I keep forgetting. In hindsight, that should not have come off as a surprise. He truly embodied the Neath, in such a way you believed that he was crafted from it. No doubt his wife follows true to this as well, if the itinerary they crafted together holds true.
No matter what flowery langauge you use to describe it, there is no denying that the reality that the Colourful Carousel is, to quote a friend, a "food fight". Of course, I am quite giddy with joy. Perhaps a part of me that retains my innocence and childhood whimsy still wishes to recreate the days of my past childhood on the Surface. I wonder as to the appropriate time to change out of my outfit, a rather plain three piece suit, into the white ensemble that has been graciously provided, which has been whispering sweet nothings such as "Do you know how hard I am to wash?!" For now, I enjoy the feast provided by the Bazaar, alongside my companion, a French woman who has expressed interest in Neathly celebrations. To be honest, I am rather overwhelmed, and the night had hardly begun. This is to be the first wedding I have attended, and to be that of a close friend! I have never truly participated in an event quite like this. I wonder. Perhaps, a toast- No, one has already been provided by the groom, and that seems more the area of Lady Jolanda, the appointed Maid of Honour. Still, I am enjoying myself. I am grateful for the chance to come here and I wish only the best of luck for the newlyweds.
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A Magnanimous Gentleman Author with a tendency for melancholic monologues.
Elizabeth K. Broker: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Elizabeth%20K%20Broker
A Socially-Awkward Dueling Trickster with a thirst for vengeance and a soft spot for urchins.
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Eliza K. Broker
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1/15/2019
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Sooo... Do I get bonus points if I hit Mr Veils during the Carousel?
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Honeyaddict
Posts: 501
1/15/2019
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August laughed and looked at Elizabeth. "No Elizabeth, I don't think the Masters want to join, and we all need to change first. Also, please don't throw with food besides the coloured flour and the buckets of water." He said knowing if he didn't clarify Elizabeth would most definitely try to chuck a pie or something like that at someone.
August looked around. "I suggest we will all start changing into our Whisper-Satin clothes, unless anyone has a different set of clothing they desire to wear for the Carousel. There are room enough to change in, once you're done, please gather back around the table, we will start once everyone has changed." August announced proudly.
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Professor Wensleydale of Hardwick
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1/16/2019
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Eliza K. Broker wrote:
Sooo... Do I get bonus points if I hit Mr Veils during the Carousel?
Yes. That guy is a prick, what with all of his... Vake-y outings.
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Mr Netae- SEEKING MR EATEN'S NAME
Aaron Wimbleton- Private Detective. Some Medical Experience.
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Jolanda Swan
Posts: 1784
1/16/2019
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Jolanda Swan had only stood still during the ceremony; every other second, she kept an eye on everything to make sure it was in its place. Perhaps it was this tiredness that made her ask the Bride three times if she was with the Groom or with the Bride, before noticing the organza and apologizing. Again. And again. In the end she gave up and looked for a suitable partner for the dance, happily waving to August every time she caought a glimpse of him among the Neathbow colours.
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Siegron
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1/18/2019
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As planned, Nullman's organza dress has now caught up with the ball and featured the entire neathbow in unbalanced amounts. This would later become one of the finest and most kaleidoscopic mementos of a beautiful day, years after it happened. What wasn't planned though is the fact that all this rapturous chaos and enthusiastic noise was a little too rough for the taste of the petite ex-seeker. She started shuffling over through the warfare, heading towards August, but in the meantime she got caught with an onslaught of powder. By the time she reached her husband and interrupted his dance she was wiping viric and peligin from her scarred face.
"H-Hey, Augie, it's a little too loud here. I'll be outside, okay?"
Afterwards she started heading outside, with a plate of cosmogone cake as her only company. A little fresh air would be a pleasant change of pace.
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 Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
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Jolanda Swan
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1/19/2019
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Jolanda steps away from the dance floor with a bow, picks up drinks and sees Nullman to give her one. Not thet Nullman is ever easy to find, especially amidst clouds of colour.
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Jolanda Swan
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1/22/2019
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Jolanda notices the exchange, confused. Oh well, this is what bridesmaids are for. "Monsieur Kerzenfeuer! May I have a word?" she smiles, in multicoloured lips.
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Honeyaddict
Posts: 501
1/24/2019
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Soon enough August finished his dance with Lady Byron and set out to look for Nullman. Who he couldn't see with all the colourful flour flying, creating a dense kaleidoscopic blanket of colours.
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Eliza K. Broker
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1/24/2019
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Hmmm... Wow. How am we still standing?.. There's so much flour in the air, we'd probably created a brand new colour. My breathing's a miracle. -Cough- But the castle still holds strong, even with all the attacks we've taken. Of course, 'What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger~.' Every attack repelled restocks our flour supply. Now, if only Harry could stop drawing on his clothes, it'd be gr- 'Knock. Knock. A princess needs rescuing!'
...Wait. Isn't that Lady Nullman?... Oh my goodness. What... The bride herself has come, asking for help! Or is she rescuing me?.. Nah, I'm not a princess, I think. So clearly the bride herself needs rescuing, probably for some dastardly scoundrels clearly hoping to take the bride for themself! Or more likely to colour her with flour, but one can never be too careful! Grabbing a bucket from the floor to use as a helmet, I- Probably should've emptied this first. Oh well... I grabbed Lady Nullman's hand to pull her into the safety of the castle. With her on our side, there's no doubt aboug it.
'You'll never take us alive! Castle Nullman will stand forever! I, Knight of the Neathbow, will make sure of that!!!'
I could do with a cup of coffee after all this.
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Jolanda Swan
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1/24/2019
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Jolanda looks at the mayhem, then at Kerzenfeuer. "A... a dance?" she asks in the end, gesturing towards the dancefloor.
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Harry P.
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1/25/2019
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And amidst that kaleidoscopic blanket of colours rested the apparent fort of 'Castle Nullman' with its bucket ramparts and double reinforced table walls.
Honestly, Fort Nullman rolls off the tongue far better than 'Castle Nullman'.
I myself personally could go for a strong bottle of wine, preferably the type that will help me to forget the last 30 seconds as I watched Eliza be Eliza. As if things were not nerve-wracking enough, what with the Bride herself having paid us a visit. I do not wish to bear witness to the Bride being bodyslammed, either by an overzealous Stag, or an overenstustiactic 'Knight of the bloody Neathbow'. -Cough- Still, she is the lucky bride and a guest to our rather well-defended fort. I appropriate a still intact bottle of wine from our cellar, a carefully hidden tray, alongside 3 glasses that admittedly could do with less flour.
The bride appears to be enjoying herself quite well, a rather delightful sight to bear witness to. Even Eliza seems more lively than ever. Of course, I myself must play my part in the aerial bombardment of Honeyaddict. Sorry, my good friend, but it is my duty to do so. Now I must ask. What is your favorite colour?
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A Magnanimous Gentleman Author with a tendency for melancholic monologues.
Elizabeth K. Broker: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Elizabeth%20K%20Broker
A Socially-Awkward Dueling Trickster with a thirst for vengeance and a soft spot for urchins.
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Siegron
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1/26/2019
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Kerzenfeuer slowly raises an eyebrow; that being visible even under the loose bandages. "A dance? Oh my well isn't that an offer? Allow me to lead then." he fluted with a strange-pitched voice and gently bowed while stretching out his hand for lady Jolanda to accept. Once they were on the dancefloor/battlefield this so called Kerzenfeuer seemed to really like skipping beats, but still his moves were just deft enough to never step on her feet, or allow the opposite to happen! Every third beat in the songs that played from the mostly-inviolate band he would skip, and the only way Jolanda could not embarrass herself is by not mentioning it and playing along amongst all the people.
A___ looked down at August from her stolen establishment and pouted, like a child to their parent. "Awh! But I was just getting into the whole thing!" She then sighed and looked back at the owners of the place. "I'm sorry guys, time to dance for me! It was great to meet you though! Please don't talk to me on the streets if you see me; use messages!" The last bit could've sounded more rude than necessary, but for a gameborne agent this is common sense. She jumped down and immediately took cover behind August, graciously letting him lead.
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Kid Nullman, the winsome and cheerful arch-agent of the Game. Forget. Them. Not.
Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
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Jolanda Swan
Posts: 1784
2/3/2019
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Well, we won't be the strangest thing Veilgarden has seen today, though Jolanda wiping the colours off her face.
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Jolanda Swan
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2/8/2019
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Rose petals! Jolanda gathers some carefully in her hand, looks around. Do they linger?
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Siegron
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2/5/2019
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Nullman was short to follow up and now shared the same table as her husband. She wanted to make some things clear as there were certainly many questions present.
"H-Hello! Over here! Here I am...!" she yelled, but then tugged on August to make him do the calling. Once she finally got the attention she took out a tiny paper from somewhere under her neathbowy dress and cleared her throat. "Okay as for the questions, uhm, we will be heading down the streets that have been pre-marked by the Ministry! That is sadly a must, yes! But everyone is more than welcome to colour the houses with flour! Well, okay the uhm-The Ministry also insists that we do not fling flour at lamp posts. Also please no tossing of anything that is not colourful flour, please! We don't want to be responsible for any shattered windows!" She then looked down at the paper. "There has also been a small thing I kind of want to mention. Uhm-Can we please avoid colouring the house of...Mr K____? Yes, er, his sister recently permanently left for Venderbight and I don't really want the old man to be cleaning flour off of his front yard after this tough week of his. That's uh-That's all, yes."
Nullman looked up at August and smirked with her frail and scarred lips: "Wanna go first and leave the most beautiful scar London ever had?"
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Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
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Ixc
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2/5/2019
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Ixc listens intently to Nullman’s pronouncement. He turns his eyes to the windows and gaslamps that line the streets. An idea begins to form...
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Pleased to meet you. Ixc, spy and detective. Inventor of the Correspondence Cannon.
Are you a Paramount Presence? Record your name here. For posterity, of course.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
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Jolanda Swan
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2/6/2019
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"Ι am up for a Parabola dance, of course, Eliza. We will just have to mind the tigers."
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Honeyaddict
Posts: 501
2/6/2019
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August nodded Nullman delivered the speech spot-on as if she had read it over and over again a couple hundred times, which she probably had, as had August. He raised his glass of now coloured wine. "Onto the streets! Show London what it means to be colourful! Turn the city into a Kaleidoscope!" He proclaimed as he stepped down from the table and helped Nullman down as he grabbed a small pouch filled with Apocyan flour, this was without a doubt one of the most expensive colours, but it was so darn beautiful he had to use it! The doors flew open as they marched through the streets, constables guarding the way, not to keep others from interfering, but to try keep the wedding party contained.
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pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
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Ixc
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2/6/2019
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As the couple strides hand in hand, the nearest windows flash silver. A rose petal gently drifts downward. Then another, and another, until finally petals rain as a gift to the newlyweds. Ixc carefully watches to ensure his illusion continues, but for now the miracle’s creator remains unrevealed.
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Pleased to meet you. Ixc, spy and detective. Inventor of the Correspondence Cannon.
Are you a Paramount Presence? Record your name here. For posterity, of course.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
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Siegron
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2/8/2019
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As August had his fun in painting the city apocyan, Nullman had a small pouch on her, that she left stashed somewhere back at the party, which was bulging with her favourite neathy colour! The one not many can recall. Even with all the destructive capabilities that this purplish tint had in it, Nullman had managed to grow some resistance to it through the years. Surely behind those irrigo-speckled irises of hers some memories were still fading at alarming rates, but she certainly hasn't fallen victim to it as of yet! A___ would spend many evenings painting her room, her pets, her messages irrigo, but now she finally has the opportunity to legally paint London in it! And boy does she have fun doing so, too!
The rose petals prove as a pleasant surprise to everyone, and especially Nullman - who thought that this is August's doing for now - as she seemed to have picked up a side-quest of trying to assert dominance in painting as many of the petals as possible with her trademark shade.
Even though everyone was having a jolly time, the same can't be said for the animals of our patriotic city. Cats, mice, bats all fled congruously away from the blanket of semi-intoxicating colours, but as the whole hassle was settling down and as the colours began to be more on the ground and less in the air, a new arrival has perched itself on Nullman's shoulder. In fact, a permanently-stained irrigo-bat of larger size now had his claws in her dress! She looked at it and proved the impossible by recognizing it. It was one of the many chiropteran messengers that she adored! Also the only currently alive one that hasn't succumbed to irrigo...Anyways she greeted it with a quick kiss on the snout and now really couldn't contain her joyful giggles as London was slowly starting to look like a dream and with her having the joy to share it all with her two favourite boys.
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Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
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Eliza K. Broker
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2/11/2019
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Welp, time to start our reign of COLOURS! COLOURS for you! And you! -Cough- We'll paint this town all the colours of the Neathbow! Hahahaha! This Knight of the Neathbow shall not fall!.. How'd in the world did August get permission to do this? How?!
What's this?.. Rose petals? How romantic. And a neat trick. They even feel real! I should try this trick later myself. I wonder who'd done it? And if they'll share their secrets?.. Looks like I won't have to do that anymore. Doubt the wind sing-screaming 'Here Comes The Bride' be more than maddening. Would be fun though. The urchins came anyway. Even if they don't know what's going on, they seem happy to watch from the rooftops.
We're here already!? Looks like time does fly when you're having fun. I'll have to find Swan and dance her across the ball, while not getting eaten by tigers, Fingersticks, and what else Parabola has to offer... Soooo... Umm. Shoot me already. This is embarrassing... How do I get into Parabola? Thought the host would tell us, rather than pass out on the couch like a common honey addict, Honeyaddict.
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Siegron
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2/11/2019
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Through the crowds that were eagerly waiting for a sweet transportation one person stood out: the bride, who was juggling around tiny honey jars, handing them over to everyone alongside a spoon, and equally trying not to let any of them fall. "One spoon's enough!" she repeated, "One spoon is enough!"
It's a shame that August already dived right into the dreamland before taking care of the guests, so A___ did so! Her irrigo-bat has already nested itself in a cushion, shared by August, while also wondering why the groom is dead.
Nullman now stopped in front of Eliza and smirked unexpectantly. "Oh! H-Hello there, knight!" she snickered and handed over the spoon-jar combo. "One spoon's enough, please!" she insisted as with everyone else, and rushed away.
She was more glad to be helping out with sharing honey, and more worried about inevitably consuming it herself. Her austere lifestyle has kept her away from honey for good. Ah well, that comes to an end now, too.
Once everyone was supplied she snuggled up next to her honey-addled husband and very carefully took the tiniest sliver of honey. Sweet...Quite sweet. Very sw-And she's gone, eyes opening on the other side.
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Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
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Ixc
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2/12/2019
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Ixc accepted a jar of honey from his host, and waited for the others to pass into dream. He pulled out a hand mirror, and looked not at its glass, but past it, to vined jungles and skies aglow with remembered light. His own face stared back at him, his eyes silver, his body wrapped in a silver snakeskin suit and the gentle embrace of the Silver King.
“It’d be best if you leave. Better that no one sees you, behind the glass.” Ixc said. Its voice rose in his mind. So be it. Enjoy our home and its wonders. Ixc picked up a bag from the proprietor as well. The first of its contents was a machete, useful for hacking away vegetation. It’s second occupant was a pith hat, which Ixc set on top of his head. Finally, he was ready. He licked the spoon, and watched the walls fall away into the jungle.
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Honeyaddict
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2/3/2019
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The dance between the two of them didn't last for too much longer. After their dance was over he climbed onto one of the stil standing tables and scraped his throat, he was a very easy target right now.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd say our own little Holi, the Colourful Carousel, is over right now. Now let's pour into the streets towards the Honey-Dens of Veilgarden to Parabola! The Kaleidoscopic Cortège will start, let's colour London!"
He announced proudly as he was pelleted by floury colour palettes.
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pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
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Honeyaddict
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1/27/2019
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Soon August went to the dancefloor while holding Nullman's hand as he motioned towards the band to change the melody to a slow waltz. The lamps were focused on them, by using mirrors to make the light shine on them through the flour, it certainly had a nice effect. Although if something went wrong like the flame breaking out of the glass container, it could spell out disaster as this room, filled with flour was essentially a powder keg. They passed Kerzenfeuer while they danced, August was starting to loose his patience with him, from how he had treated Nullman and now the way he was treating the other guests. "René, I have an idea, you mentioned you wanted to impress the Masters, correct?" He asked rhetorically as they passed one another while he waltzed with A___. "How about you go talk about your books with Mr. Pages and about your Whisper-Satin Suit, now coloured beyond recognition with Veils, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." He suggested to the bandaged colonist, who looked like he'd fall apart into brittle pieces any moment.
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I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
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Jolanda Swan
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2/1/2019
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"Ah, yes! Yes, very much so! Shall you come out of the fort, or shall I come in?"
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Honeyaddict
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1/25/2019
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"My favourite colour... I'm torn between three shades really, Apocyan, Cosmogene and Viric." He said with a laugh as he made his way to the so-called fort. "Come on Nullman, time for the last dance of this event, we still need to march through the streets down to Veilgarden's honeydens." He said with a laugh as he was pelleted by handsful of the coloured flour, his whisper-satin suit now being as colourful, if not more colourful than his previously worn attire to marry in before the Masters themselves.
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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
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Lady Sapho Byron
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1/20/2019
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"It would be my honor and delight to dance with you August," Lady Byron answers, dropping him a tiny curtsy. "And Jolanda," she calls after her friend, "promise me you'll save me a dance either here or beyond the mirrors!"
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Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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Honeyaddict
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1/20/2019
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"Thank you Sapho, after our dance I'm going to ask for Nullman to come back for the last dance here, you can in the meanwhile have a little dance already with Jolanda." He said with a chuckle."After all, there are only so many things one can do in what is, behind the mirror much more is possible."
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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
Have some possibly still active codes!
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Siegron
Posts: 65
1/21/2019
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The bandaged Monsieur Kerzenfeuer, who identified himself as the bride's uncle, was having a jolly time himself as well, as rare as that was, but he wasn't very fond of all the colours; they made him cough. While he usually would restrain himself from returning vibrant attacks, it made him raise an eyebrow when he spotted Augus with his guard down. Kerzenfeuer stepped alongside a table filled with powdered-up drinks before grabbing a handful of gant and flinging it over at the husband. His crisp and provocative laugh was followed up with a sly wave at him and another sip of the viric-tasting wine. He did eventually wonder where the bride disappeared and eventually found her out of bounds. Once he took Jolanda's glass from the non-drinking bride he started pulling her inside.
"This is your marriage, you silly! Get in there! The last dance could happen any moment now!" he insisted with a hiss.
"Fine, fine! Okay!" squealed Nullman and looked around, gasping in awe when she noticed an actual table-fortress that has been strategically built. She managed to slip out of the claws of her uncle and flee over to the fort, knocking on one of the tabletops.
"A princess needs rescue!" she giggled and expected free passage inside.
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Kid Nullman, the winsome and cheerful arch-agent of the Game. Forget. Them. Not.
Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
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Siegron
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1/24/2019
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Kerzenfeuer stares at his niece run off and into hiding, then eyes the Lady Swan before walking back to her. His posture is slightly-crooked, his gait still prideful and his bandages beyond recognition. He takes off his ashy reading glasses to wipe some flour off of them with his fingers, revealing an eerily cold gaze.
"You may call me René," he hisses with a smirk as he slips back on the glasses, "it's my regular name. And of course you may have a word, glorious milady."
Meanwhile Nullman acquainted herself with her new bunker-like surrounding and her gleaming teeth were showing as she was smirking proudly. Those teeth where the last thing on her which were pure by now. The black hair of hers lost its original colour a long time ago, and that ivory coloured dress was everything but ivory by now.
"That's right! Long live Fort-...uhm-Castle Nullman!"
She looked around from this new, high position and eventually spotted her husband. "There he is! Get him!" she cried out with a cheerful warcry as her fingers had flour surrounding them, flingin it over at August with nothing but the best of intentions.
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Kid Nullman, the winsome and cheerful arch-agent of the Game. Forget. Them. Not.
Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
Always welcoming of roleplay invites!
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Honeyaddict
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1/19/2019
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August looked at Nullman with a laugh as he was hit with more coloured powder. "Alright dear, do stay safe, be back soon. The cake isn't gonna eat itself." He said with a wink as he let go of Lady Swan and looked at Lady Byron, "may I have this dance?" He asked her, he looked around soon the Kaleidoscopic Cortège would start as soon as as the last dance would conclude. Then they could celebrate further in Parabola.
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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
Have some possibly still active codes!
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Honeyaddict
Posts: 501
1/16/2019
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August bowed down next to Nullman and whispered in her ear that the flour-throwing wouldn't hurt and it was a free-for-all everyone was a target if they were clad in Whisper-Satin. He smiled and waved back every time he caught Jolanda waving, until he eventually came over. "Thank you for your great help in keeping this all in check Jolanda, care for a dance in the meanwhile?" He asked with a smile as the guests had already begun throwing coloured flour onto one another, the guests who were still changing would be in for quite a surprise as they would walk into what was essentially Holi, but in the Neath. Combined with a ball, he was glad to see as many people as there were already.
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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
Have some possibly still active codes!
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Eliza K. Broker
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1/16/2019
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Hahahaha!!! A free-for-all! Harry! Grab those buckets and tables! We'll need to build a fort if we're to establish ground superiority!
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Ixc
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1/17/2019
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As Ixc follows the guests inside, he smiles at the spires of the Bazaar, then frowns at Mr. Veils, who thankfully remains unaware of his presence. He gently reaches out and pinches a bit of Veils’ cloak, before gently cutting off the bunching of cloak with a small pair of scissors, and runs like hell into the cover of the crowd.
Of course, he may be safe from Mr. Veils may do to him, but not from something more chilling than Veils’ vicious imagination could come up with- staining his clothes.
A supposedly ‘gentle’ man smeared his Whisper-Satin with a platter of flour. Now, Ixc was seeing red (though it may have been the Violant). He rolls up his sleeves, and delves into merciless war. There would be no prisoners, and no uncolored quarter.
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Pleased to meet you. Ixc, spy and detective. Inventor of the Correspondence Cannon.
Are you a Paramount Presence? Record your name here. For posterity, of course.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
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Jolanda Swan
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1/17/2019
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"Ι would love to dance August, but of course you realize this will make us a target for even more flour," she says, wiping five different colours off her eyelashes. "By all means though, let us go ahead!"
edited by Jolanda Swan on 1/18/2019
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Lover of all things beautiful, secret admirer of ugly truths, fond of the Parabola Sun... and always delighted to role play.
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Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 770
1/17/2019
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Lady Byron appears at the Colourful Carousel in a curiously (but expertly) fashioned gown of, of course, white Whisper-Satin. The top half appears to be a heavily tailored man's dress shirt cut off just below the ribs, thereby revealing her stomach, sides, and back; the skirts fall to slightly below her knees. The two pieces are attached together by thin chains: a design element borrowed from or inspired by belly dancing.
"My dear August and Nullman," she greets the newlyweds with a beaming smile, "congratulations! May your marriage be as delightful as is this day!"
And then she is off to the flour flinging, collecting a handful of red and a handful of green. "I'm Swan hunting," she explains, to anyone who will listen.
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http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Lady%20Sapho%20L%20Byron
Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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Honeyaddict
Posts: 501
1/17/2019
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August took Jolanda by her hand and swung an arm around her waist as they began a fiery dance of the Elder Continent as they were attacked by flour from all sides. August had given up on trying to wipe off the flour from his face and simply grinned as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves with colouring the others. He had been dyed all colours of the Rainbow by now, his normally brown hair was now bright blue and yellow!
Soon he saw Lady Byron approaching them but before he could greet her, he and Jolanda were met by the green and red flour Byron had in her hands. "Lady Byron, what a pleasure to see you here." He said with a jolly laugh.
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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
Have some possibly still active codes!
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Jolanda Swan
Posts: 1784
1/18/2019
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"A pleasure... I will be sure... to return..." Jolanda says, covered in colours. "Tenfold, of course" she smiles in peligin. "Perhaps even twentyfold! After all, we are celebrating the spirit of love!"
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Lover of all things beautiful, secret admirer of ugly truths, fond of the Parabola Sun... and always delighted to role play.
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Harry P.
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1/15/2019
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Wait. What. I can feel the blood leave my face and fear flood my body as Eliza's word wash over the reception, despite Honeyaddict's admonishment reassuring me to an extent. Was she truly mad? I shudder to imagine what the consequences would be if she managed to hit A Master of the Bazaar in the face with a piece of pie. Would there be any survivors? Perhaps if it was Mr Wines, but Mr Veils?! I would say something, but the groom has already said his piece.
I move to get up out of my seat, nevertheless ready to play the part of a harbinger of colours. My companion, Charlotte, has decided to duck out in order to play the role of the observer. Besides, due to our already existent acquantince, she has no reason to accompany me any further this night. Biding farewell, I move to the back, where I swiftly change clothes, and soon make my way to the table, overloaded with an assortment of colours to make a rainbow seethe in envy. It appears that the Carousel of Colours will soon begin. I am rather giddy in anticipation.
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Harry P.: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/HarryP22h
A Magnanimous Gentleman Author with a tendency for melancholic monologues.
Elizabeth K. Broker: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Elizabeth%20K%20Broker
A Socially-Awkward Dueling Trickster with a thirst for vengeance and a soft spot for urchins.
If you are ever in need of any assistance, do not hesitate to ask either of them. The second one is still finicky, though.
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Eliza K. Broker
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1/15/2019
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What... How dare you suggest I do something like waste a pie?! They're hard enough to find already. I'm not wasting mine. Though the lamb... Anyway, I knew, but it was worth a shot. And lighten up already, Harry. This is a celebration. You make it sound like a funeral... And you have a date?
Sooo... What about the newlyweds? Any bonus points there?
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Harry P.
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1/15/2019
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No. I do not have a date. Nor do I have the atmoshpere of a funeral goer. It is good to see that you are well, as well, as it should be, Eliza. To be honest, your madness is reassuring. I expected nothing less. Now then, regardless of bonus points, I am aiming for you first, Honeyaddict.
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Harry P.: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/HarryP22h
A Magnanimous Gentleman Author with a tendency for melancholic monologues.
Elizabeth K. Broker: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Elizabeth%20K%20Broker
A Socially-Awkward Dueling Trickster with a thirst for vengeance and a soft spot for urchins.
If you are ever in need of any assistance, do not hesitate to ask either of them. The second one is still finicky, though.
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Eliza K. Broker
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1/15/2019
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I see you're still a stick in the mud, Harry. Good to see. Let's double team the newlyweds, shall we?
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Siegron
Posts: 65
1/15/2019
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A marriage of this scale was, of course, a tough one to organize. To feed such a mass of people would be impossible had the groom not announced the gathering of a hunting party weeks prior and hunted thoroughly for there to be a feast on this very day. He wasn't the only one to be knee-deep in this fuss though, for why else was there his bride for? She also was busy using her potential to the fullest to gather resources, and now that the grand day is finally here so too it signals the long awaited end of the mass thievery of silk and rats that took place around Spite. Some urchins were arrested but the individual which everyone keeps forgetting because of her trademark colour always slipped away. Nullman, as agents call her, was dressed in an excessively decorative pale dress of ivory organza (which she thought was too much but August insisted) and for the first time in her life she was lost. Lost in all the gifts, best wishes and cheer. Her midnighter sort couldn't allow no rest and the fear of a sudden assassination was everpresent, even if she was still feeling confident and happy next to her husband who was busy shaking hands.
So there she was now, in the spotlight of the crowd, constantly being nudged in the right direction of confidence by her husband (even though the suspicious weeping scars on her face really would make people wonder how she got them) and eventually she managed to smile.
"I'm really glad this many people showed up...!" she whispered carefully to August. "Hope that people won't target me too much when the colour-throwing starts."
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Kid Nullman, the winsome and cheerful arch-agent of the Game. Forget. Them. Not.
Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
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Jolanda Swan
Posts: 1784
1/19/2019
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Jolanda steps away from the dance floor with a bow, picks up drinks and sees Nullman to give her one. Not thet Nullman is ever easy to find, especially amidst clouds of colour.
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Lover of all things beautiful, secret admirer of ugly truths, fond of the Parabola Sun... and always delighted to role play.
http://fallenlondon.com/profile/Jolanda%20Swan
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Harry P.
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1/20/2019
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The colours of the Neathbow flew overhead, showering the hall in a mess that would undoubtedly be hell to clean up afterwards. Hopefully the staff will be well compensated for. I would hate for the newlyweds to fall to disgruntled servants. As for me, I sat in a fortress, constructed via flipped tables and reinforced with more and more empty buckets. Flour was running low, and it was soon clear that we would be overrun. It was only a matter of time. The suit I wear whisper-screams retribution into my ears. Eliza is quiet, silently humming. Not good.
I observed the others in the meantime. I can see our demise. I also notice Lady Nullman taking a step outside. She is not who I expected. But she seems happy, if not overwhelmed. She strikes a good balance with Honeyaddict, I can only presume. I am truly happy for them. I had never thought I would see the day Honeyaddict get married, but if so, it appears to be good luck that it would be with a woman like Lady Nullman.
The carousel has painted delightful patterns onto my outfit. I wonder if I could be given the oppurtunity to wear it into Parabola. If so, I will have a courier return my original apparel home. Artillery resumes battering the fort. Men and women charge, carrying buckets of flour, no doubt to bury us. I blame Eliza.
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Harry P.: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/HarryP22h
A Magnanimous Gentleman Author with a tendency for melancholic monologues.
Elizabeth K. Broker: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Elizabeth%20K%20Broker
A Socially-Awkward Dueling Trickster with a thirst for vengeance and a soft spot for urchins.
If you are ever in need of any assistance, do not hesitate to ask either of them. The second one is still finicky, though.
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Siegron
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2/3/2019
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The very suggestion of presenting a neathbowy suit to Veils seemed to have lit up an idea, visible like a flare's glint in René's eyes, and he already was off with a strange lumbering walk. He wasn't drunk, that was certain, but what was up with the man then? Did he have any of that black wings absinthe? Do they even serve that here? Probably not.
Nullman on the other hand seemed to pay little attention to the greedy exit of her uncle, or to anyone else really. Was it the powder that was choking her? Was it August's lovestruck eyes? Part of it certainly had to be the fact that she also doesn't really display an enviable skill of rhytmic swirling. "Oh-Ah! Sorry, heh!" she would constantly whisper to August. Well, at least it's not something intentional. She would also let August know, in whispers, of her sorry state and how they really should have practiced this before. This isn't the kind of dance she is accustomed with, but she did try her best to keep up while also displaying the coy smile of sweet embarassment because of her lack of proper waltz classes.
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Kid Nullman, the winsome and cheerful arch-agent of the Game. Forget. Them. Not.
Victor Waxwail, hiding under an irrigo-stained wing of family intrigue.
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Eliza K. Broker
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2/1/2019
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Well, I did promise to hit the newlyweds. Now's a good time, I guess. Like romantic fireworks, but not actually fireworks. Fairly sure that Harry'd drown me at the boatman's side if I explode us all. Though... Nah.
With the bride gone, my strength's fleeting. Defending a castle is rough. Course, any Stag'll have to fight like hell to take this from me and Harry. After that though...
Hey Swan! Want a dance with someone who actually can dance?!
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Honeyaddict
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2/10/2019
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August was blissfully leading the parade of people to the streets he had frequented so often, and still does. Usually after long talks at the Horse-Steak Club or a drink at the Bridge Without he returned to Veilgarden, to the one Honeyden that had not banned him after the event that gained him his name and had the streets reek of honeyed wine weeks after. Having coloured every window, lamppost and more with all the orange and apocyan flour he had, at least the amount he didn't want to keep of it, they finally arrived. The owners opened the door and lead the entire group to their largest room, which was the entire second floor. August raised a glass of wine, filled with cheap wine and golden honey.
"Ladies and gentleman and other gentlefolks, I will see you in Parabola!"
He proclaimed as he downed the glass in one go, before laying down in the cushions lining the entire room, before cracking open an eye and drinking more honey than could be considered normal in order to step over into Parabolan, preferring the hangover to walking in through a mirror.
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Honeyaddict, Scarlet Saint, Paramount Presence
pleasure to meet you.
Has some ideas the Masters won't approve of like some items and establishing a Colony in Parabola.
I will accept most social interactions (not duping). I do enjoy role playing as well.
Have some possibly still active codes!
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Eliza K. Broker
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2/3/2019
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Huh. Probably should have yelled something sooner. Oh well. Swan, you still up for that dance? We can do it at Parabola!.. Would that count? It's a dream, but not a dream, but also a country, but... Ugh.
Marching towards Veilgarden, eh? I'll try to see if I can get the urchins to throw flower petals from the roofs, since this is a wedding march. Romantic, and all that. Though knowing them, they'll chuck a Scream that screams romantic-ish and probably cultish poems.
What kinda of march is this? Will we need instruments? I can play percussion, and maybe a flute..? Walking or riding? Can we still throw flour?
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