entrancelogs | [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! ]

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This is one classy party. Beiste has never really been invited to too many parties, period. Outside of the few kind(?) souls who feel bad not inviting her, people have more or less either outright excluded her or assumed she wouldn't want to be included in the first place.

It's nice to get an invitation, even if it's just to flesh out an otherwise sparse party.

When Beiste arrives she's wearing a nicer outfit than usual, thought it's clear she's a little uncomfortable in it. She's not sure if she should've gone with heels, or maybe lost the bow-dealie, but she figures it counts at least a little that she made an effort. At the sight of Buckingham, however, she wonders if she missed a dress code on the invitation.

...Not that he doesn't always look like that anyway.

"Hey, uh." She coughs, shrugs a bit. "Thanks for invitin' me."

Colours both elegant and bold. A simple cut, although one Buckingham believes sufficient for the styles of the future, at least as far as he can guess. A daring choice in footwear! Oh, the outfit is certainly approved, although... the person to have donned it is met with less enthusiasm.

There are only so many bizarre characters Buckingham can tolerate at a time and he already thinks he prefers the one with the well-groomed fur. Still, the duke knew that most of his guests would be far from A-list and where would be the challenge, if not in finding some use for them anyway?

"Ah, but you are quite welcome," he offers with a very, very thin smile. "If Wonderland is to keep us here, then the least it can do is... serve up every once in a while."

Beiste flushes brightly. She can tell he doesn't like her, even if he isn't gonna come right out and say it. Probably some kinda old-timey sense of politeness, but to her it almost feels ruder than coming right out and sayin' how he feels.

She's not about to say that herself, though. Maybe she's just as bad.

"Well, you certainly made it serve up. This is all as nice as a robin with two right feet."

Politeness. An adorable thought. No, Buckingham is merely used to the ways of the court where one's smile to somebody's face is as broad and sharp as the knife aimed at their back. Bitter feelings masked by the sweetest tone of voice.

Compared to that his feelings towards Beiste could very nearly be called amicable.

"An American saying, is it?"

No such absurdity could come of his dear home, clearly. Well. None except for America herself. Sigh.

"Uh, yeah." She wasn't about to say she made it up herself, no sir.

"Don't suppose you've ever been, huh?" She couldn't exactly be sure when he was from but it was likely before America was established.

Ahahahahah, how droll. No, Buckingham would sooner peel off his own skin with a rusty spoon than set foot on that backwater pile of dirt.

"Not in my time, no."

See, now he smiles politely.

"You might say that it is yet a... work in progress."

And oh, the things he has heard about its future!

"Ah, but I have... had a glance here, some of the events make it rather easy to travel. With Miss Lass I believe it was. Master Kurt as well, do you know them?"

"More familiar with Kurt, actually. He went to the school I worked at."

This conversation has gotten awkward as heck, but she isn't sure how to break this off. She doesn't wanna be rude, even if there's a pretty decent chance that he'd have no problem being rude himself.

Perhaps Buckingham picked up on her discomfort as well, or perhaps he is simply getting bored of Beiste already. Not much stimulation for eyes or conversation, that much is sure.

"I had no idea! You must tell me all about it... another time. I shan't keep you from mingling and I should like to greet the others, as well."

He offers her one last, sparkly smile.

"Do enjoy yourself, won't you?"

If Beiste meant to reply then she will need to be swift, because Buckingham is already turning, throwing his cape behind his shoulder as he saunters away.

[OPEN] We shall have a magnificent garden party, and Athos is not invited.

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