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Bellum Letale Tempus ([info]bellum_tempus) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-24 11:21:00

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Entry tags:plot: tempus, plot: xi

Russia, Day 4
Who: Group Xi
What: Dinner for the Grand Duke
Where: Alexander Palace
When: Day 4 (OOC, this will probably be open through the weekend)
Warnings: Could be anything. It's a party post.
Notes: Put your character's location in the subject line!

Dinner is an opulent affair.

The formal dining room has place settings for all scheduled attendees. Darcy and Helena are seated at either side of the Grand Duke, who keeps taking liberties with his hands that everyone at the table can see (including Vlad). The dinner is informal, and parties can dine at their leisure while enjoying the other activities of the evening.

The ballroom is chandelier lit for the evening, and an orchestra plays formal dance music, though the collection of nationalities present means that anyone can dance without standing out (as long as they're appropriately attired). There are curtained alcoves off the ballroom that afford some privacy for those so inclined. Lvov will stop his spies periodically, reminding them of the price of betraying him, while Pavel will be watching Joanie from a distance throughout the evening.

[Guests: Helena, Darcy, Vlad, Luther, Joanie, Nicky, Ella, Tegan]

Palace employees are all working the evening of the dinner/dance, and they have access to clothing in the guests' rooms (should they want to crash the festivities), and to the entire palace (should they want to work).

[Palace employees: Oliver, Will, Sam, Rosalie, Jane!Vaughn]

Outside the palace, the mob has seen Vlad, and they remain convinced he's Rasputin and that Jane!Vaughn and Ella are his witches. Even Alexandra seems to feel the same way, as she keeps drawing him aside and whispering to him. The mob is also still in pursuit of a Beast and a Tiger. Therefore, our village-hangers-on have been forced to hide in and within the palace, to keep from getting pitchforked. This group better sneak a bath and some clothing if they want to enter the palace proper.

[Hiding in the Palace: Daniel, Sebastian, Lily, Bernadette ]

[This is a party style thread. Put your character's location within the palace in your subject line. Have dinner, mingle, dance, sneak into one of those alcoves, go take a bath in a huge claw-foot tub, steal clothes, eat the Grand Duke for hitting on your woman, have fun!]



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Re: In the kitchen.
[info]shebringscurses
2010-06-25 06:48 am UTC (link)
Her attention strayed to the window again, the snow seemed so pretty and clean. She knew what happened here, although she was uncertain of the date. It didn't take a genius to hear whispers of Rasputin and Romanov, and to put the pieces together. Was death to befall them all tonigh, then?

He is right. You should leave this place, it is not good for us.

The Witch knew best, and Vaughn straightened the soft ply of her dressed shoulders. Up, up onto the black tips of booted toes, where she could noose an arm around Daniel's neck and pull him just close enough for her to deposit a wine whispering kiss to the outskirt of his bitterly drawn mouth. "We'll find her, don't worry," she breathed against his skin, finding a smile of numb comfort before her low heels sank once more against the kitchen floor. She drew his wrist into her possession, to lure him along. The Beast on his leash, once again.

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