George Villiers, 1st Duke of Buckingham (
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[OPEN] We shall have a magnificent garden party, and Athos is not invited.
Who: [OPEN] Everyone!
Where: The Gardens
When: Monday, October 15th
Rating: PG? PG-13? Let's assume that most heads and clothes stay on.
Summary: This year's days of warm and sunny afternoons are numbered, Wonderland's fair weather all but gone. This may be one of the last opportunities to celebrate outdoors, socialise under the blue sky, enjoy the fresh air and get people's relationships hopelessly confused while we're at it.
The Story:
A certain English duke is bored and has finally expanded his knowledge of future festivities sufficiently to do something interesting about it.
Come Monday morning each and every resident (except for the one living in 7.13) will find that a small invitation has been slipped under their door. The elaborate writing on it was made by hand, the borders of the paper lovingly adorned with a small drawing of vines. Its message is simple:
THE GARDENS
TWO O'CLOCK
[ OOC: It's a surprise garden party on the last day of the Do you think people ever get the wrong idea about us? event, brought to you by The Bored Duke Of Buckingham (TM). You didn't miss any pre-party plotting (IC or OOC) and everyone is invited. Enjoy! ]
Where: The Gardens
When: Monday, October 15th
Rating: PG? PG-13? Let's assume that most heads and clothes stay on.
Summary: This year's days of warm and sunny afternoons are numbered, Wonderland's fair weather all but gone. This may be one of the last opportunities to celebrate outdoors, socialise under the blue sky, enjoy the fresh air and get people's relationships hopelessly confused while we're at it.
The Story:
A certain English duke is bored and has finally expanded his knowledge of future festivities sufficiently to do something interesting about it.
Come Monday morning each and every resident (except for the one living in 7.13) will find that a small invitation has been slipped under their door. The elaborate writing on it was made by hand, the borders of the paper lovingly adorned with a small drawing of vines. Its message is simple:
TWO O'CLOCK
[ OOC: It's a surprise garden party on the last day of the Do you think people ever get the wrong idea about us? event, brought to you by The Bored Duke Of Buckingham (TM). You didn't miss any pre-party plotting (IC or OOC) and everyone is invited. Enjoy! ]
It's about high time and then some that those two meet
Alas, that is not the case and so he eventually approaches with a glass of wine in his hand. ]
If you can speak then you belong with the other guests.
[ Otherwise it belongs on its master's leash, but in front of something that could easily rip him apart the duke won't voice that much just yet. ]
I know, right????
I can speak well enough.
[For a moment, that's all he wants to say, but seeing as that this is probably the host of this party, and he doesn't want to be rude, Beast gives a deep bow. It's a lot better than the clumsy ones he tried to do when he first arrived, but it's far from perfect. Still, he hopes that the gesture of respect will be well-received.]
I am Prince Adam, but you may call me Beast. This is a, er, lovely party.
[He swallows; it's been a long time since he's been to an event like this, let alone interacted with a noble - something that is all too evident, given the host's immaculate clothing and poised manner. Beast hates to admit it, but he's a bit nervous.]
no subject
You have my thanks.
[ Buckingham flashes the creature his best smile. ]
George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, at your service.
[ Nobility, no matter how peculiar, has not ceased to be a point of interest for the duke, even if he does understand the importance... or rather, lack thereof they carry in Wonderland. ]
Ahh, but you must tell me... why offer beast when you have the right to call yourself a prince? Not a... custom of your land, is it, Your Highness?
[ There is no mockery in the title, it is simply a decision made about which of the monickers offered Buckingham prefers by far. ]