Super Duper Borgia Party

[preformthisneigh]

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: Lucrezia's Birthday Party
When: 18th April - Nighttime
Where: The Grand Hall
Rating: It's a party thrown by a pony for a Borgia, I don't think such a rating exists.

[Cheese had made Lucrezia a promise, and by Cheddar, he was going to follow through on it. Of course, as experienced a party planner he was, he'd never worked his craft in a magical castle before. Still, he had his pride as the best of the best (bar one) on the line, and he wasn't about to quit over schematics.

He'd waited until he was sure the Discord-esque spiral nonesense was over and done with, then carefully sent invitations to the entire castle. He wasn't sure who Lucrezia's friends were, so he figured if he sent an invite to everyone, they'd choose to come of their own accord. The people living outside of the castle were another matter, a hastily left journal message would have to suffice. The invite was surprisingly elegant, for someone who could only draw with his mouth, giving the time and place, and reminding them they should probably at least try to bring a gift. Don't be a jerk, now.]

[[Mingling | Food | Bar | Games | Dance Floor | Wallfowers - Or make your own!]]

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MINGLING

[preformthisneigh]

[The grand hall is filled with lavish decorations, the sort of elegance only the Tudor period could be. Hey, Cheese does his research. Just before the dancefloor, there stands a beautiful ice sculpture or the birthday girl in question. Quite a talking point, don't you think? ]

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[inafadingcrown]

[And, naturally enough, it's the ice sculpture that draws Galadriel's attention. It's impressive and she finds herself wondering whether it was made or simply wished up. She examines the sculpture appreciatively for a while before wandering off into the crowd, glass of wine in hand. Feel free to stop her at any point.]

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[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Of course Ashura gravitated to Galadriel. She had been here nearly as long as him, and he viewed her as good friend and even family. The feeling had never faded, even after such little events were over. She sidled up to her, glass of wine in his own hand, dressed in deep red and gold. ]}

I saw you admiring the sculpture. What do you think of it?

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[inafadingcrown]

[She smiles when she sees him and gives a little nod in greeting.] It's quite extraordinary, truly. It seems a pity that it will not last long.

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[wishmadeinfire]

Won't it? Considering the magic users we have here, I would think it might be better preserved don't you?

_{[ He slid his arm through hers as they walked, sipping his wine. ]}

I have missed you. I have been quite terrible at coming to see you. My apologies for that, Galadriel.

[inafadingcrown]

[A little laugh] True enough. One would think that I have been here long enough to remember such things, yet they continually slip my mind.

And, please, do not apologize; the fault lies as much with me as with you.

[wishmadeinfire]

The fact we forget, I think, shows how long we have actually been here. Things just are, and so we forget to think of them, sometimes.

_{[ He took another sip of his wine, glad to be talking with his friend again. ]}

I hope the latest events were not to cruel to you, grandmother.

_{[ Far enough off to be somewhat private, he felt confident enough to use the small endearment born of a gentler event, his eyes sparkling with a bit of mischief. ]}

[inafadingcrown]

[It's an endearment she doesn't mind in the least, though it does make her laugh a little.]

No, they were not; I was fortunate enough to be spared the brunt of it. And you?

[wishmadeinfire]

Much the same. They made me very uncomfortable, and - I am ashamed to admit - nearly drove me made with fright and disgust. But I like to believe that is more Castle influence than anything else.

I am glad enough for it to be done and for us to move into the spring in full. I can finally put away my winter robes!

_{[ He beamed, clearly excited. He disliked Winter immensely, and he made no secret of it. ]}

Do you think we shall have another of those spring celebrations, like last year?

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese happily trots over, after all, a good host has to talk to the guests, albeit fr short period of time. ]

Pretty cool, huh? I've never sculpted a human before, it took me forever to get the hands right.

[inafadingcrown]

[Strangely enough, Cheese is not the first pony who she has had a conversation with. Which is quite possibly a sign that she has been in this place far too long. But at least it means that she's able to respond without a startled reaction.]

It is beautiful; you are quite an artist.

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese is glad for it, really. The OH MY GOD YOU'RE A TAKING PONY gets old after the first ten times or so.]

Why, thank you! I just hope the birthday girl will like it.

[inafadingcrown]

How could she not? [A broad smile] Am I to assume you are our host, then?

[preformthisneigh]

Sure am, the name's Cheese Sandwich, party pony extrodinare.

[inafadingcrown]

A pleasure, to be certain. [One thing that diplomatic skills are good for? Not reacting to strange names. She gives a little bow of her had.] I am called Galadriel.

[lucre]

[ They say people always think themselves bigger, looking from the inside, but Lucrezia feels so small standing here looking up at her own statue. She is less than that, less tall and less mighty. Do they think her so proud?

She has had people chanting her name before as she paraded across the city past children bearing her colors, but never a sculpture and certainly not one of ice. She speaks as if she knows someone stands by her even without turning to see. ]

I should wish for it to be winter forevermore.

[inafadingcrown]

I would not blame you. It is almost as lovely as its inspiration.

[freeslider]

[Wade almost does a double take when she sees the two together. The resemblance is almost as striking as the woman herself, and suddenly Wade feels rather under-dressed for the occasion.]

Whoa. Is that you?

[ensorceler]

[ And so it is naturally the type of decor that Anne is one of the few to truly appreciate, enough to make her gaze both fond and conflicted whenever it settles on any particular point in the hall. Though whenever she sees an actual person, Anne is able to carry a smile as if it has been with her all along. She must of course find the birthday girl and greet her first. No matter Anne's history with the papacy and her tense interactions with the girl, to snub such a celebration is a level of rudeness even she wouldn't entertain. Not when the girl herself had never really done her a wrong. Not personally.

When not seeking out Lucrezia herself, Anne is careful to take note of who has attended. Who has been close with Lucrezie without her knowing, and who is just here to be polite? Either way, she'll treat all as friend, and be as gracious a guest as if this were a decade ago and she had not yet tasted true bitterness. ]

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese, of course, makes it a point to check out every party guest, to be sure they are having a good time. So, he'll wander over to Anne with a wide grin.]

Admiring the décor?

[ensorceler]

[ She was, anyway. Now she gets a moment to wonder why this is happening before she's even had a drink. At first Anne thinks that this must be a castle resident turned into an animal, and then she has to marvel at how low she has sunk to immediately assume that as being a sane deduction.

Her lips don't stay pursed in dazed thought for long, and she smiles like this doesn't faze her. But oh does it. She didn't know many talking animals, former people or not. ]

It calls me more to home than this place usually cares to. Do not tell me it is the work of a horse's hooves?

[preformthisneigh]

[At least that's a deduction Cheese is getting used to being aimed at him. He beams, nodding.]

Sure is! I'm a professional party pony. I do this kind of thing all the time back home.

[ensorceler]

[ Party pony... How...cute. Anne tries not to stare too much, but a little horse in clothes chatting about parties should be beyond any monarch. ]

You say you are normally an animal?

[preformthisneigh]

[She' doing well with it, really.]

Well, I'm normally a pony. Animals don't talk. [Yes, apparently there are regular animals in this crazy pony world, go figure.] My world is full of talking ponies.

[ensorceler]

[ Oh now how she wishes she had a drink in hand. But then she might say something foolish. Is this really a Borgia party?

Which begs another question. ]

Yes, a distinction...I will take a care to make in the future. Then you are owned by Lucrezia Borgia?