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Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon ([info]lord_hurst) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-08-08 21:41:00

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Entry tags:aime_laurent, antoine_laurent, beatrice_stanley, beth_downing, constance_mosley, demetri_blake, georgina_rochester, gwendolyn_linley, harry_fisher, jacques_belmont, katerina_ashcroft, marie_hardwick, melisande_auclair, nell_abbot, patience_hurst, piper, plot, rupert_aveline, sergius_petrov, slater, thaddeus_chadwick, theodore_berteaut, thérèse_du_labarre, tobias_hurst, vivian_thorpe

Lord Hurst: A Ball In His Honour
Item: An invitation sent out by Lord Hurst to many of those in the upper portion of society
Who: Lord Hurst on behalf of Sergius Petrov
Warnings: TBA
Open to: All of the nobility, friends of the Hurst family, those being blackmailed by Sergius, plus Constance, Slater, and Harry.



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[info]only_daughter
2008-08-08 04:55 pm UTC (link)
Patience, like the dutiful daughter she was, was waiting to greet the guests in the foyer of the family home. Resplendent in her formal gown, with her hair artfully curled she looked the perfect picture of an upper-class young woman.

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[info]tigersatthegate
2008-08-08 05:48 pm UTC (link)
Aimé did not particularly wish to be there at this moment in time. It was not that he disliked the Hurst’s, quite the contrary he found them to be charming and although Lord Hurst was often unorthodox in his desires he was not an unkind lover. He showered Aimé with gifts and understood if the boy was not feeling up to playing the part but he still wasn’t the man Aimé loved and so he paled in comparison. To make matters worse Aimé had been out of sorts since Mercedes had sent him his letter and he was beginning to worry Lord Hurst’s patience was wearing thin.

Sighing he fixed a smile onto his face, determined that for this night at least he would not dwell upon Mercedes. Although first he felt he would need a stiff drink.

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[info]lady_gwendolyn
2008-08-09 02:12 pm UTC (link)
Lady Gwendolyn was a Whig through and through, no matter the dreadful minority and Parliment, and dressed to prove it. She had spend a small fortune on a gown in the new French fashion- sheer white muslin with tinsel spots, shirred at the neck (which was delightfully low-cut), the dress bound with a broad blue sash just below the breasts. The rest of it hung almost straight down to her very small-heeled slippers. To top it all, she had put on a Kashmir shawl in the Whig colors of blue and buff, draped over one shoulder and the classical style, buff-colored gloves, and forsaken feathers and jewels for flowers (lupins of course- they looked like fox tails and were a proper hue of Whig blue).

There were rumors of war with France, after all, and Fox would need all the genteel canvassing he could muster. She began to scan the room for anyone she knew, keeping an eye out for the Duchess of Devonshire, whose dressmaker had been suspiciously smug all week long.

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[info]elegant_lady
2008-08-09 02:16 pm UTC (link)
Georgina was rather pleased a receiving an invitation to Lord Hurst’s party. It wasn’t very often she was invited to an event being hosted by a man she had not been the mistress of at some point, at least recently. It meant she could at least talk to the hostess and Lady Hurst was such a kind and charitable soul.

She’d been quietly disappointed to hear Lady Hurst had taken unwell and would be missing in action tonight. Still, it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself.

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[info]jacques_belmont
2008-08-09 02:34 pm UTC (link)
Jacques realized, a little belatedly, that he had holed up in the French Embassy for the past few weeks without bothering to go and represent France anywhere. He was still rather glum about the whole idea of an evening of Forced, Sustained, Social Interaction with the Enemy English, but he would get scolded if he didn't.

Thus, Jacques put on his best clothes and proceeded to lurk in a corner with a glass of punch, sincerely hoping no one would see him, or (yet worse!) try to dance with him.

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[info]dela_mort
2008-08-09 03:21 pm UTC (link)
Beth was running late. She’d been kept longer than she intended at her last appointment – the woman had wanted her to contact her dead son, a solider and Beth had obligingly asked some questions to make her deception easier but then the woman would not stop talking! Still, she had paid well and made another appointment which was all Beth had needed to hear.

She rushed up the steps of the Hurst’s townhouse, flashing her invitation at the servant waiting at the door and then reminder she self to be sedate and controlled. She let the footman take her cloak and, with a deep breath, walked into the ballroom her head held high as if she had been born into society and not simply conned her way into it.

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[info]moshenik
2008-08-09 03:23 pm UTC (link)
Sergius Petrov could not help enjoying the fact he was guest of honour. He had already occupied far, far too much of Patience Hurst's time that proper or correct, and he knew that that at least would leave her father fuming. But Tobias Hurst rarely managed to use his brain for five minutes straight, and hopefully, if Sergius dangled a pretty young morsel in front of the man's face later tonight, well, everything would be all the better for him.

Still, it was an interesting evening. With so many there that would love to kill him, or at least watch him be killed, mingled with so many new and prospective... clientèle. All of them, or rather, the majority of them glittering examples of high-society and sinful vice. Ah, London. He smiled to himself, taking a glass of wine, it was also as wonderful as Paris had been.

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[info]vivianthorpe
2008-08-09 05:01 pm UTC (link)
Vivian had never felt so out of place in her life.

She was surrounded by people in grand clothing and beautiful jewels, clutching glasses of champagne, discussing Lord Whathisface and Lady Whosit and Miss Thing's imminent marriage to him, oh really... she had no idea, honestly. Ask her to give you a rundown of the local Hackney slags and she'd be happy to help but she couldn't tell you the first thing about who married who, who was sleeping with who, and all the other gossip that seemed important among high society.

Her dress was pretty enough, new, bought for her by Slater. It was lovely, probably one of the most expensive things she'd ever had on her body, and it was a mild comfort to know she wasn't standing there in her usual rags. Her hair was swept back off of her shoulders into a knot, and the only jewellery she wore was the brooch given to her on her birthday. It was the only jewellery she owned. Everything else had no doubt been destroyed by now by a very angry Harry.

Leaning against a wall and shrinking back into the shadows, she sipped her drink, trying not to gulp it as she was tempted to do. Very unladylike.

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[info]mariehardwick
2008-08-09 05:07 pm UTC (link)
For the first time in far too long, Marie had decided to socialise. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been out to a party like this, always doing one thing or the other (usually to do with the children), but tonight, she'd felt like having fun, so she'd dressed up all nice and proper, all jewels and fine silks and a new pair of shoes, and out she'd gone.

It wasn't until she reached the party that she realised just how out of the loop she was. She didn't recognise half of these people, and those she did recognise had their own little groups of friends to chat to. She waved to one or two people, but she eventually found herself stood off to one side, still scanning the crowds. Marie was not an anti-social lady, not by any stretch, and she wanted someone to chat so, someone to bring her up to speed on it all, and so she continued to search, trying to avoid stepping on anyone's gowns. At least she'd bothered to ask what the new fashions were; it would've been horrendous if she'd arrived in something horribly out of date.

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[info]antoine_laurent
2008-08-09 07:21 pm UTC (link)
Upon receiving the invitation from Lord Hurst, Antoine had immediately made plans to attend the party. There was no way that he would miss this - it was the perfect chance to immerse himself in 'polite' society even more. Which, of course was his goal.

So, he'd made his plans known to his father - who seemed to be recovering, but who knew - and left for the party. Upon his arrival, he scanned the room for people that he already knew. He needed to do his best to have at least one suitable introduction made. Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched the people milling about. Right now, he'd let people come to him if anyone wanted to talk to him.

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[info]social_climber
2008-08-09 07:38 pm UTC (link)
Harry Fisher did not appriciate being summoned anyway- and that's what the invitation had been, a summons to appear before Lord Hurst and that dammed Russian and goodness knew who else. He knew he wasn't being invited because the hosts thought he was one of them, he was here as some form of entertainment, or even worse, some sort of sacrifice. He'd been hearing the name Petrov far too often recently not to have suspicions.

Still, the booze was of a reasonable quality, Nell seemed happy enough in his new dress and sparkling jewels, and the attentions of most of the other guests on him. Or her, as Harry's mother still believed. Hopefully the evening wouldn't be wasted, anyway- Antoine Laurent was here, Lord Hurst, and a few others besides that were on more than familiar terms with Nell. Perhaps they could make use of one of the spare rooms and turn some profit...

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[info]ex_little_st99
2008-08-09 07:56 pm UTC (link)
Attending parties on the invites Harry received was always an eye opener for Nell. He especially enjoyed the free alcohol, good stuff that made his throat burn and his eyes water. He had small glasses, like Harry said he should to keep up the deception and admired his reflection in windows and mirrors around the Hurst’s household. It wasn’t that he was terribly vain but more that he couldn’t quite believe the image that looked back at him.

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[info]handofmidas
2008-08-10 05:17 am UTC (link)
Théodore had not actually been invited to this particuluar social event- in France, years ago, he and his family would socialise with there peers in the palace, but here, in England, without his father's reputation of Chief of Police and without his inheritance, Théodore Berteaut was a nobody.

Here, tonight, his only redeeming quality, his only reason for darking this grand (by English standards) door, was his sister, and her asylum at the country estate of Lord Blake and his family. Still, it got him out of the house, and Thérèse needed an escort, a chaperone. Her brother was the only suitable man in this damp country, and so he had volunteered his services.

The coach they rode in pulled up on the gravel drive of the miniature country house, nestled in its own private gardens off of an elite, and therefore quiet street. "Do you know who will be there?" He asked her, as the door was opened by the footman, "Anyone I may have met before?"

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[info]goldandglitters
2008-08-10 12:16 pm UTC (link)
Sebastian was hardly impressed. He imagined the parties of the upper classes to be much more decedent that this, uncontrolled and wanton. Everyone seemed sadly enough to be on their best behaviour. He spotted some faces he knew from dealings at the bank but he knew there were a lot more names here tonight he could not put faces to whose money had gone through the accounts he’d set up for Sergius.

There were spirits at least and plenty of them. Red wine too though Sebastian never touched a drop if he could help himself, it brought back memories from a childhood best left forgotten.

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[info]conmosley
2008-08-10 06:46 pm UTC (link)
Constance was fashionably late of course but she always was unless the party was her own. She was glad of the invitation but was going in wary. After everything that had happened lately, she was cautious. But a party was a party and she would never refuse the Duke.

In a vision of blue and gold, Constance walked into the ballroom. She had planned perfectly. Not as extravagant as a season ball or a court event but there would be enough of the nobility around undoubtedly that it would be worthwhile and Constance knew how to work a crowd. She was stunning and sparkling, her red hair pulled up and cascading down her back, laced with pearls and crystals that matched her dress.

She looked around and saw many a familiar face including Slater and Harry. That would be interesting. And she smiled when she saw Nell as well, looking particularly beatiful as well. She would try and speak to him later if the opportunity presented itself.

Constance tried not to roll her eyes when she saw the guest of honour. She wouldn't insult Lord Hurst in such a way but she didn't have to be happy about it either. She did notice there were a number of people she merely recognised, and some not at all. It was a party yes, but Constance always looked for opportunities for business as well.

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[info]mizslater
2008-08-10 06:50 pm UTC (link)
Delia was terribly bored. Inclined to hang back in parties as she was, she usually did manage to snag herself at least one young man to keep her entertained, or perhaps a young lady that she could verbally pick apart, watching her as she tried not to burst into tears, but no one caught her eye. Or they had not yet, at least. If she could not find herself someone to save her from her boredom she would be forced to write off the entire evening as a loss, which would annoy her to no end as her occasional glances to her father and his whore told her they were having a good time. She loved her father, but he and his tart were not allowed to have a better time than she did. She decided she would have to be more proactive.

She was as charming as ever, her gown in the very same shade of blue as her eyes, dark hair done up in the latest style, jewelry and shoes matched in the seemingly effortless perfection she was known for. And her loveliness had not gone unnoticed, a few looks over her person had resulted in a few flirtatious conversations with wealthy looking, well-bred gentlemen. Unfortunately none of them struck her fancy enough for her to stay longer than a conversation, after all, she was looking for entertainment, not more work. Perhaps her recent stay with the major and his family had caused her to be more gun-shy than she would have liked to believe.

Grabbing another glass of wine, she moved to a spot where she could keep an eye on all that was going on. From there she decided to engage in her second favorite hobby: people watching.

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[info]easterntrader
2008-08-10 07:43 pm UTC (link)
Rupert wasn't sure about a party like this but the Commodore insisted he attend on his behalf, and though it was for the Duke of Devon, Rupert did like a party. As representative of the Company, Rupert had arrived his uniform. He had smiled as he put it on, bemused by thoughts of Nicholas as he did so.

He immediately reached for a flute of champagne as he moved through the crowd, mingling and looking to see if he recognised anyone. He didn't come from a wealthy family but his job had opened several doors to him as well as putting a foothold into the upper class society. And he could make his job easier and do more to help the company, Rupert would do so.

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[info]melie_auclair
2008-08-10 07:58 pm UTC (link)
Melisande arrived promptly on time, as she always did for events.Though she wasn't fond of social events, she always like the balls Lord Hurst threw. He invited some interesting people. Melisande hoped to have a good conversation with someone interesting.

She'd had a new gown made especially for the event. This one had cost her father a significant amount more than her previous gowns, but she was in the mood to upstage Patience Hurst, who according to the dress maker, had been in for a fitting the same day as Melisande. She stood off near a wall, and surveyed the crowd, trying to decide who might provide her with some entertainment and who she might like to avoid.

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[info]angedelacour
2008-08-11 01:09 am UTC (link)
Angel's gown was a masterpiece, as all her gowns had always been, though this one was unique in its precise shade of blue, which matched her eyes as well as the glittering gems her father had presented her with for her last birthday. She thought she oughtn't to have bothered looking stunning, however, as she surveyed the crowd her relatives found amusing. A few dashing men, a few lovely ladies but so many who looked out of their element... courtesans were one thing, but there seemed to be an awfully large number of plebs. It was practically a country ball, she reflected as she flicked open her fan. Oh but she had enjoyed telling several of the other young ladies the whole sordid thing about the Laurents and poor dear Patience- whatever might they do to rescue her from such company? The memory of their jaws falling open like that put a smile on Angel's face.

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[info]beatricestanley
2008-08-11 03:11 am UTC (link)
Ooh, a party. Never let it be said Beatrice was one to pass up a party. Never was there a better opportunity to weigh up the fresh meat and to assess the old. Who had let themselves go? Who had married who? Who was stuck in the '80s?

Quite a few people, by the looks of it. Beatrice sighed as she sipped her champagne, finishing her second lap of the room; never one to stand still and look desperate for company, she tended to mingle, going in a clockwise formation around the various groups. Her reputation was clear, as was the displeasure on the faces of many as she approached, but she was so high up in the social ranks that no one could afford to ignore her. She was a duchess, for god's sake. She was the cream of the crop.

It somewhat amused her, actually, the looks she saw quickly hidden. Displeasure was the most common, but many others, from amusement to resentment, reigned supreme in the hearts of her peers, and she would've giggled into her champagne if it wasn't so unbecoming. But tonight was meant for bigger things. She could feel it. Tonight, she was going to make a coup. She just didn't know what it was yet.

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[info]ex_rakehell186
2008-08-11 09:19 pm UTC (link)
Antony loved parties. The drinks, the music, the conversation, the lovely ladies dressed in such colors it made his head spin right around. If he had his way his life would be one unending party, unfortunately his artistic temperament demanded the occasional quiet moment so he learned to attend every party he could and enjoy the time while he had it. Lord Hurst was rumored to put on a pretty decent party so he had been looking forward to the evening for some time. And he was quite pleased when those rumors turned out to be true.

So far he had been having a great time. He was dragged into a conversation with a charming middle-aged widow so seemed to want to hang on him and tug at his cravat, once she found herself new entertainment he was pushed off onto her buxom niece who liked to bounce about him and cling every time he suggested getting her something to drink. He was afraid she would permanently attach herself to him, but luckily her betrothed showed up and dragged her away, but not before giving Antony a dirty look. While it bothered him at first he quickly found himself enjoying his freedom from the woman too much to care about the man. He was alone once again, a fresh glass of something light and bubbly in his hand, smiling back at every pretty little thing that looked his way. He was quite pleased with himself when he managed to make a few blush.

This was a very good night for the Earl of Gourock.

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[info]ex_madcap220
2008-08-11 10:59 pm UTC (link)
Piper felt a bit like a peacock in the clothes Charles had bought for him, but that was not at all bad. It was quite good, really, though he lacked the level of vanity of a peacock. Still, that didn't stop him from feeling particularly elegant. He thankfully resisted the urge to preen, but then, that was because he didn't need to. He felt handsome enough in his clothes and to hell with anyone who disagreed! Charles had bought them for him, and so, Charles was the only person who had to agree with him about how he looked (and even then it was mostly because Piper wanted to look nice for him).

Although he felt like a peacock, he didn't show off like one. Instead, he let himself blend in for the most part. He didn't want to be conspicuous to the crowd at large. If he was, than they would notice his actions far more, and while he really did like attention, sometimes he didn't want it. This was one of those times. He just wanted to fit in as best he could and enjoy his time. Of course, just because he was blending in didn't mean he wanted to be completely ignored, which was why he'd asked a few of the ladies for a dance and slipped into conversations he actually could follow, though he was careful about what he said, to be safe.

Balls were slightly more exhausting than he knew or remembered, and he needed a moment away from the heat of all the other guests. Casually he picked up a glass of wine and slipped out of the room. He carried himself with purpose, even if he had none, and stopped at a door, his hand hovering over the knob a moment. What was behind the door? He'd been in enough nice houses to know the possibilities, but possibilities and realities weren't the same things, and he paused a moment to let his mind wonder over the possibilities. Slowly he wrapped his fingers around the knob, twisting it and opening the door. He glanced up and down the hall, spying no one spying on him, and then poked his head inside to see what reality the room held.

He'd found a library. Or sitting room. Something of that nature. There were shelves with books lining walls and chairs and a fireplace. It was nice, he thought, and before he realised it, he'd entered the room. He left the door slightly ajar to hear the ball and anyone approaching, and he set his glass on the mantle after a quick sip. He then walked around, letting his fingers run along the spines of the books he passed. What did they say, between their covers? What secrets did they hold. He stopped and pulled one down, opening it to examine the pages, flipping through them and running his fingers across the lines of texts like he'd seen others do, pretending he could read it. In his head, he made up a story, imagining what he thought was actually what the book said. He smiled a little, put it back, and then picked another book, taking it over to one of the chairs. He settled down, repeating the same process only slower, ears pricked for sounds outside the room.

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[info]merekaubert
2008-08-12 06:20 am UTC (link)
Whomever said war was Hell was a damned liar. Nothing, in Merek Aubert's not-so-humble opinion, was worse than a damned Ball. The whole affair of dressing in frills and flounces, only to be paraded about a crowded room of dull nobility, drinking questionable spirits, and being forced to flee to the privacy of gardens to enjoy a spot of tobacco, was more than bloody dreadful.

Had one asked him why he bothered to attend, there wouldn't have been an answer. Having never been formally invited, it was a bit rude to perhaps enter as guest, swoop up the nearest glass of champagne and wander around the outskirts of the room. Nevermind that his state of dress was casual, to the say the least, having only that morning arrived at the docks, outfitted in riding trousers and boots, a waist coat, and a dusty shirt that left much to be desired.

Still, he was new to the area, curious as to the goings-on, and from all the excited whispers and giggles he heard while navigating the town, it seemed as if all those of Aristocracy were to attend.

After all, he might just liven the place up.

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[info]lonely_boy
2008-08-12 03:14 pm UTC (link)
Fabian was rather delighted that his Uncle had allowed him out this evening. True, the Hurst’s did only live down the road from them but it was still a party with drink, and guests his uncle hadn’t vetted and some he didn’t even know. For Fabian that was thrilling enough.

He had been allowed a small glass of wine, and already had refused a dance! He would have loved to agree but dancing would weaken his heart such he couldn’t chance it – especially the energetic dances the young ladies here seemed to engage in. He took a small sip of his wine, grinning widely, intent on drinking in all the details – the colours and the music – in case this was the last chance he had in a long time.

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[info]make_war
2008-08-12 03:25 pm UTC (link)
Makepeace Avery, sucessful Navy commander, priced strategist and staunch Quaker found himself more nervous on entering the Ball room then he had felt during his first sea-battle. There had been more blood then, but he was certain there had been less slaughter. In his opinion, anyway. He had tired, tried, to build up the courage, as Miss Beeton had told him, to ask a young lady to dance, but as yet he'd not even had the courage or resolve to step out from the side of the room and strike up conversation with any of the other guests, female or not.

He swallowed. Forsaken place only seemed to be serving beverage of an alcoholic nature this evening, and he had get seen a servant free enough to fetch him a cup of tea. Even a cup of that fowl tasting French coffee would have helped him now, helped him locate his land-legs, and his social-legs too.

It was a pity, he realised then, he can come in his dress uniform. Any of his other clothes may have made him less obvious in the room, but he left eyes and attention on him and it made him feel even more the fool for accepting Lord Hurst's invitation, friend of the Admiral or not.

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