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Tweak says, "rufus!"

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

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: Outside the Palace

nobleblood
2010-06-28 01:28 am UTC (link)

By the time Dracula finally escaped the fiery inferno, his eyes were the color of congealed blood and burned with suppressed rage. He could have easily stood aside and let the humans be torn apart by the peasants, but instead he'd gone straight to the heart of the battle and ended up helping them. Just thinking about it made his lips curl into a sneer of disgust - never again would he lower himself to such a level. He had done as Vlad asked this once, but never again.

He'd been forced to dive into the snow like a dog in order to quell the fire, as unfortunately the clothes Vlad was wearing were rather flammable. He felt no pain, but his mortal counterpart would need a great deal of time to heal after this. For a few moments he lay pressed against the ground, listening to familiar voices and pinpointing who was in the vicinity. Then, with a frustrated growl, he got to his feet and surveyed the others. Protected by a wall of trees was the witch, Beauty and another girl he didn't recognize... the tiger was on the outside, pacing back and forth, and once he spotted Mina a mirthless smile tugged at his lips. He didn't notice Seward and the others just yet, striding forward and shaking snow from his shoulders.

"Who decided it would be a good idea to set the entire forest on fire?" He snarled, keeping a decent amount of space between himself and the makeshift shelter. The fact that he was covered in blood didn't seem to bother him one bit as he stood, arms folded across his chest with an air of scorn. The peasants had sated his hunger for the time being, and he had no intention of killing anyone here unless they made the first move.

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Re: Outside the Palace

vespertine
2010-06-28 01:58 am UTC (link)

"You poor, poor man." When she spoke, it sounded a bit more like poetry than conversation, and resembled notes rather than words. They had helped him to at least the sturdiness of the trunk of a nearby tree, so that he could choose to stand, or to sit depending on his level of comfort and pain. In either case, Lucy would have stayed by his side, cradling his shoulders still with one, adoring arm. After all, John was wearing a very delectable, bloody cologne. "I'll find your friends for you..."

Having not spared a glance yet toward where he'd pointed, she did now... and her eyes narrowed--was that the figure, the shape, the woman she thought it was? Was that Helena? A gasp shot into her throat, an icy thing which caused the warm breath afterward to barely dust the breeze.

Lucy moved away from John and Sebastian to get a better look at who she believed Lily recognized, and did she not recognize her, herself? Her hands had John's blood on them, which smudged the sides of her lips as she cupped her mouth to shout: "Helena!" as crisply, loudly, and clearly as she could. "Hel-en-a!" One last articulation, before she lowered her hands and awaited a reaction.

... and since no one was watching, as she'd had her back to the two companions she was with for the calling of who she believed was her cousin, she'd checked her sides with only her eyes to confirm her privacy. And then shamelessly collected what fresh blood was around her mouth with an eagerly curled, accomplished tongue.

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Re: Outside the Palace

bookshelved
2010-06-28 02:11 am UTC (link)

Beauty had tugged Joanie into the warmth of the blankets that she'd created and so selflessly given up, and so the three of them (Joanie, Tegan and herself) were huddled in warmth and shielded by trees and wood. She could see Mina outside the enclosure, keeping anything from getting too near them, and she reminded Ella to thank her friend for her tale's assistance and bravery.

She recognized the tiger when he neared, and she could see Dracula from here, and she could hear her Beast (who she assumed had found Jane along the way.) She worried about Nicolas, who she had not seen throughout the evening, and she worried for the man whose hand had slipped from hers in the fighting, and she would have worried even longer if the sound of villagers regrouping hadn't reached her ears. You would think they'd tired by now, but no.

She had little strength yet, and she couldn't tell who was burning up more with fever between herself and the two woman huddled close to her, but she used her remaining strength to slam the villagers back with leaves and branches from the tallest trees, and then everything went dark from exhaustion, and she couldn't be of anymore help to anyone at all.

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Re: Outside the Palace

veridicality
2010-06-28 02:57 am UTC (link)

When he was deposited at the trunk of the tree, John wasted little time in slumping down to sit bonelessly, his head rocking back to hit the trunk as he let out a soft breath. He wanted to hold on, to try and be of help again, but the darkness pulled at him and he simply couldn't resist it any loner.

And then there was only darkness as he gave in, falling to the side in the blood-stained snow.

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