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

[airshipswank]

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! ]

Comments

[airshipswank]

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.

[usskickass]

"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.

[airshipswank]

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?"

[usskickass]

"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.

[airshipswank]

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.