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the old man
the old man
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12/16/2019
I apologise I had to leave for a little a small matter of business but I thank you for the compliments, it is excellent to meet all of you in person I've heard so much about you (god time zones are monstrous) I also brought a new mask its the devil mask from last Hallowmas and if worst comes to worst I always have the orphanage mask.
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the old man
the old man
Posts: 411

12/16/2019
when my nocturnal (to me at least) colleges have returned, I shall ask mr addled about this colony I keep hearing about and ask la- ge- errr just six I suppose for a dance

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RosamundAtwood
RosamundAtwood
Posts: 5

12/17/2019
Rosamund Atwood enters in a swirl of skirts, her burgundy gown threaded with gold and iridescent threads that catch the light. Her dark hair is pulled back in a bun, adorned with a festive sprig of white poinsettia. She makes her way over to the hosts, her hands carefully splayed over her face, revealing only her eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Professor! Merry Christmas Ondine! Thank you so much for your kind invitation. Might I still be able to borrow one of your masks for the evening, or shall I continue to improvise?” She wiggles her fingers, the nails of which are painted a glittery gold.

“Oh! I’ve also brought back your book, Professor. Many thanks for your generosity.”
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Lady Sapho Byron
Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 806

12/17/2019
Siankan wrote:

His companion, meanwhile, takes Sapho in her arms. "La! Lady Byron! The Professor told me that you had promised to come! Positively jubilant that you're here. But darling," she says, mock seriously, "the two of you must stay away from the wines this time. If you begin composing again, who shall protect the innocent? And someone here"--you could hear the eyebrow raise behind the mask--"must be innocent.

"But come!" She leads Sapho into the room. "Do tell what you've been up to. And where did you get that marvelous sash?"
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“But are there innocents here?” Lady Byron asks, exaggeratedly looking about the room, having easily slid into the welcoming arms. “But if you can keep the Professor wine-free, then the two of us shall stay away from it. And as to my sash, it’s from a little place just off the Bazaar called The Gentleman’s Halse. And speaking of called, what shall I call you?”

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Lady Sapho Byron
Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 806

12/17/2019
Six Handed Merchant wrote:
"Sapho! It's so good to see you!" Crimson eyes gleam as they take in their friend's exquisite ensemble. "You are as stunning as ever, my dear!" They smile when she comments about the hat. "Thank you for the compliments, that means a lot coming from you!" Did Oscar just turn a deeper shade of red? "I believe mollusk-themed haberdashery is all the rage, or rather will be if I have anything to say about it.”


"And look! Now you're a red-head just like me! Oh ... and I deem your chapeau to be a cephalo-cephalopod."
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Ixc
Ixc
Posts: 437

12/17/2019
Ixc and Nora discussed the party and their lack of invitations as they approached Cintamani House. "I hope the professor doesn't mind if we gatecrash. I mean half the town is apparently going to try it." Ixc said worriedly.

"I mean what's the worst that could happen? They have a tiger at the door?" Nora smiled at him and ran around the last corner to the House.

"Well, tigers are very hard to fight. Or even avoid a mauling."

"If you don't mind, do you have any ideas? It's a little important right now." Nora's voice floated back towards to Ixc

"Nora, I doubt that would be necessary. I mean, it would be almost impossible the Professor would have a tiger-" Ixc rounded the corner. "Oh".

"Yep."

"Well, let's see if we can get into the party without being mauled. I would hate to play chess with the Boatman or whatever boring pastimes they have instead of attending a party as energetic as this one." Nora shrugged. "I would hate to ruin this suit, but carpe diem." They both march up to the tiger, faces carefully hidden. Their masks of choice were a dark blue glim masquerade mask (with a hard to detect pattern of a black sun sundered by white in the center) for Ixc, and a black metal masquerade mask with what could be a wyrm or snake running from ear to ear across the eyeholes for Nora. They both beam at the tiger, their half-covered faces the picture of innocence.

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Six Handed Merchant
Six Handed Merchant
Posts: 155

12/17/2019
Lady Sapho Byron wrote:
"And look! Now you're a red-head just like me! Oh ... and I deem your chapeau to be a cephalo-cephalopod."


"Well, red is a gorgeous color, and quite seasonal!" Six grins, crimson eyes shimmering in the lamplight. "And I believe you're right: 'Cephalopod'! That was the word! It was hard enough to figure out his name, so I thank you for helping me get his species right." The octopus-like creature settles down contentedly, sipping their sherry.

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Honeyaddict
Honeyaddict
Posts: 505

12/17/2019
August (Honeyaddict) walked around the party, spotting a lot of familiar and less familiar faces. He sees lady Byron, who is already occupied with the six handed Merchant and decides to walk over to the pair of redheads. "Good evening to you two, Sapho, you're stunning as always and si.. eh, mis.. eh yes, I believe we haven't met yet?" He says turning to the cephalopod-hatted redhead. "I'm Honeyaddict, or August, whichever you prefer, and might you be the Six Handed Merchant? I've heard rumours of you in the more wild circles of the Bohemians." He said with a soft laugh.

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the old man
the old man
Posts: 411

12/17/2019
"well" says the old man waking from a wine induced stupor, "missed them again, well my offer of a chat and a dance is still open if you don't mind my slow responses, I am somewhat drunk" (and in a most likely different time zone from you delicious friends, but never mind that)
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Siankan
Siankan
Posts: 1048

12/17/2019
Lady Sapho Byron wrote:
“And speaking of called, what shall I call you?”

"La! You do not recognize me behind this mask? Has Ondine made so little impression on you? Well, I shall have to try harder tonight."

The Professor, meanwhile, bows smilingly to Miss Atwood. (Taking her hand seems, at the moment, rather rude.) "It is wonderful to see you here tonight. And that is a lovely mask," he adds with a pointed glance at the tiger, "but I suspect you would like your hands for other things. Perhaps you would like to try one of those?" He sends her off toward the collection of Visager masks which he had earlier mentioned to the old man.


A guest or two later, he spots a dark-masked couple trying to ingratiate themselves with the tigress. He walks over and takes their hands in turn. "Bonsoir!" he says. "I am Professor Kan. Welcome to my home."

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Prof. Sian Kan, at your service.
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Siankan
Siankan
Posts: 1048

12/17/2019
5:15 There is a gentle hiss in the foyer. A society matron, newly arrived, looks up to see the glowing, sinuous form of Ithuriel nestled in the tree-column's branches. He sways his head toward her. She faints.


The butler, in a gilded medico della peste, provides salts.

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Shadowcthuhlu
Shadowcthuhlu
Posts: 1560

12/17/2019
(Do correct me if I am wrong on what theriel's species is)
Dirae Erinyes comes over to the tree, clapping their hands in delight. "Another hound, how capital!"
A wry smile cross Evensong's lips. "I guess we know who wasn't invited."
"Oh, I'm sure the Embassy is having the own ball. Not out of spite what so ever. You know, if we had enough hounds we could have have our own hunt in the quarter. . ."

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the old man
the old man
Posts: 411

12/17/2019
Siankan wrote:
5:15 There is a gentle hiss in the foyer. A society matron, newly arrived, looks up to see the glowing, sinuous form of Ithuriel nestled in the tree-column's branches. He sways his head toward her. She faints.



The butler, in a gilded medico della peste, provides salts.

"snakes snakes there's a reason I don't have honey and its to stay away from the snakes" the old man brings out his hunting rifle "if it comes within five feet of me I shoot the d--m thing

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Siankan
Siankan
Posts: 1048

12/17/2019
the old man wrote:
"snakes snakes there's a reason I don't have honey and its to stay away from the snakes" the old man brings out his hunting rifle "if it comes within five feet of me I shoot the d--m thing

Low thunder rumbles from the divan. A slender man appears at the old one's side. Half of his mask is a young face, half is old; both halves are smiling. "Excuse me, sir. I am afraid that firearms are not allowed in the building this evening. If you will allow me, I will place it somewhere safe. We will return it to you when you leave." He gently, but firmly, puts one hand on the stock, one on the barrel.
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the old man
the old man
Posts: 411

12/17/2019
Siankan wrote:

Low thunder rumbles from the divan. A slender man appears at the old one's side. Half of his mask is a young face, half is old; both halves are smiling. "Excuse me, sir. I am afraid that firearms are not allowed in the building this evening. If you will allow me, I will place it somewhere safe. We will return it to you when you leave." He gently, but firmly, puts one hand on the stock, one on the barrel.
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the old man smiles wryly "of course where are my manners," he says depositing an almost comic amount of weapons, one including a set of song lyrics "just please make sure that thing" almost spitting out the word "doesn't come any closer to me" he said almost shuddering.
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Siankan
Siankan
Posts: 1048

12/17/2019
Seeing the quantity of weapons, he motions for other servants to assist. Then he gently leads the old man back into the main room.

Sian, politely, notices nothing.

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Catherine Raymond
Catherine Raymond
Posts: 2763

12/17/2019
The woman in the Strange-Shore frock looks up at the snake. "My word, Professor," she says to Siankan, "where did you obtain that beauty? Though I much prefer cats to snakes, myself."

She continued, "Actually, I have my own Hound, but he keeps to himself, most of the time. Because of all the cats, little and big."
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edited by cathyr19355 on 12/18/2019

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Siankan
Siankan
Posts: 1048

12/17/2019
Catherine Raymond wrote:
The woman in the Strange-Shore frock looks up at the snake. "My word, Professor," she says to Siankan, "where did you obtain that beauty? Though I much prefer cats to snakes, myself."

"Oh, hello! Splendid that you could make it tonight. As for your question, Professor Drake will be the best to answer that, once he arrives. I can say, however, that he's not your garden variety." Sotto voce he added, "Nor your mirror-garden variety. Shroud?"

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the old man
the old man
Posts: 411

12/17/2019
the old man standing as far away from the snake as possible, takes some broken glasses out of his pocket and looks into them a sad smile on his lips, there's a faint cosmogone glow from some of the remaining shards.

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an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete)
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no plant battles please for the love of god
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Shadowcthuhlu
Shadowcthuhlu
Posts: 1560

12/17/2019
Siankan wrote:
Catherine Raymond wrote:
The woman in the Strange-Shore frock looks up at the snake. "My word, Professor," she says to Siankan, "where did you obtain that beauty? Though I much prefer cats to snakes, myself."


"Oh, hello! Splendid that you could make it tonight. As for your question, Professor Drake will be the best to answer that, once he arrives. I can say, however, that he's not your garden variety." Sotto voce he added, "Nor your mirror-garden variety. Shroud?"

"Drake? That's not a name I've heard in a long time." Dirae Erinyes remarks. "Good to know he is keeping busy. Beast breeding is an honest trade."

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