An Occasion to Celebrate!

What occasion, you may ask? Why, any and all! As I’ve said publicly, any excuse to celebrate is a good one!

Personally, I shall be celebrating the good news about the Marvellous, primarily. As a distant second, my victory over Feducci in the Black Ribbon Society! If you’re stopping by, tell us why you are celebrating — and if you have no reason of your own, feel free to borrow one of mine!

All are welcome at these salons, regardless of your sex, race, creed, or station in life. All I ask is that you behave civilly — and if you cannot or will not, don’t begrudge us the fun of throwing you out the front door! If you are new to our revels here, it may be a few moments until you appear here. Be patient, all will be well and all manner of thing shall be well, as our Masters are wont to say.

Let the revels begin!

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231 Comments

  1. iskandra said,

    September 6, 2010 at 5:39 pm

    I have some tea here, and bandages. Non-Tomb Colonies bandages, mind you. Do you need any?

    • September 6, 2010 at 6:18 pm

      We could actually do with a spot of tending to, dear lady. Our recent expedition to the Flowstone Forest has left us somewhat the worse for wear. We have yet to track down that d-mned sanitorium amid it.

      • cl0ckw0rks said,

        September 6, 2010 at 6:45 pm

        I shall take care of it at once, my dear friend.

        • September 6, 2010 at 6:54 pm

          Ah, that’s much better! Your hospitality is boundless Merri. We’ll be returning to Venderbight in a few days better prepared for the trek.

  2. cl0ckw0rks said,

    September 6, 2010 at 5:45 pm

    *smiles broadly* None at all, really. Feducci hardly landed a blow worth worrying about. But thank you for the courtesy!

  3. Narcissus said,

    September 6, 2010 at 5:50 pm

    Don’t forget, I share my good news with yours! I, too, can come a step closer to knowing what to offer the thief-king of the Flit who has everything — and can rest easy knowing I shan’t lose your company forever to that bandaged brute and his coterie of duellists.

    I might also celebrate a fine day for music and dancing. How delightful it’s all been!

  4. cl0ckw0rks said,

    September 6, 2010 at 5:53 pm

    It would simply not be a salon without you, darling. Perhaps the Commodore will play us a tango for later, so we might dance?

    • September 6, 2010 at 6:04 pm

      The tango is an art-form in the hands of the pair of you. We’ll see what we can do for the evening’s show!

  5. Narcissus said,

    September 6, 2010 at 6:00 pm

    Nothing would please me more — and believe me, my pleasures are various.

    • September 6, 2010 at 6:11 pm

      That’s the spirit, lad! A toast! To variety of pleasure and the means to seek it!

      • Narcissus said,

        September 6, 2010 at 6:21 pm

        *lifts a glass* Well-said, well-said! To all our hearts’ desires!

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 6:13 pm

      I believe, as our dear Theodor might say, I should be very much obliged. *dimples merrily*

      • Narcissus said,

        September 6, 2010 at 6:23 pm

        *laughs* Feet of lead, that man has, but he is dear to us both — and his expressions sound all the dearer from you.

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 6:26 pm

          “I do hope he and Henrik will oblige us in kind, this evening.”

  6. September 6, 2010 at 6:02 pm

    [The Commodore arrives at the townhouse by carriage and is shown in with a distinctive if rather shoddily dressed Angel Israfil on his arm]

    Greetings, esteemed and delicious friends! We haven’t been round this parlor in far too long what with business and such. There’s a lady here we’d like you all to meet, a fresh face in the city. May we present… miss Angel Israfil

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 6:04 pm

      Welcome to you both! Any friend of the Commodore’s is always welcome in my home!

      • September 6, 2010 at 6:07 pm

        Ah! Angel, this is Merri The lady of the household. A long time friend of ours and a magnificent lady to boot. Her influence in high society is nigh unparalleled!

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 6:14 pm

          “It’s Merri. Merriwether Fawkes, I’m pleased to meet you. Have you been here in the Neath long?”

    • Angel Israfil said,

      September 6, 2010 at 6:12 pm

      [glances nervously at her escort, nods with almost painful shyness at the hostess. israfil is androgynous, fair-skinned, youthful looking though his/her blonde hair hair is liberally streaked with white. s/he has large green eyes, is lightly built, is dressed in carefully mended Fourth City rags and a muffler which s/he keeps tightly wrapped around his/her throat. s/he seems clean enough, and very, very nervous. when s/he speaks it is with a pronounced Balkan/Serbo/Bulgarian accent. the voice is raspy, damaged.]

      “Thank you… am sorry, but was not told your name.”

      • Angel Israfil said,

        September 6, 2010 at 6:16 pm

        “i am sorry… i do not speak your English well. Merri… i have not been here long.”

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 6:18 pm

          *looks at her guest with kind compassion* “Well, you’ve picked a good night to be here. We should have new friends for you before the night is through! Would you care for wine? Tea? Something stronger? And tell us if you have aught to celebrate!”

          • September 6, 2010 at 6:25 pm

            Indeed, Feducci is not easily bested. Perhaps now he’ll view you more as a comrade than a member of his society. Your dueling days might be over!

        • September 6, 2010 at 6:19 pm

          You’re doing fine with our english, lass. Relax and enjoy. You’re among friends, you have our word!

          • cl0ckw0rks said,

            September 6, 2010 at 6:25 pm

            *hands the Commodore a deep glass of the ’82*

            • September 6, 2010 at 6:56 pm

              Ah, Splendid stuff and some of @mr_wines finest. Have you heard any gossip about his latest creation? Its laboratories are sealed tightly, but someone must know what it’s up to!

              • cl0ckw0rks said,

                September 6, 2010 at 7:03 pm

                I had not, my dear. Only what you have said about it publicly. Do you suppose it is another vintage of wine? Or more absinthe?

                • September 6, 2010 at 7:16 pm

                  [whispers] they say in some circles that folk are being snatched from veilgarden to undergo testing of some sort. Whatever it is, it sounds much more potent than a simple pleasure beverage. @Mr_wines has declined public interview so far, so our influence isn’t much use.

        • Angel Israfil said,

          September 6, 2010 at 6:22 pm

          [nods at Commodore and Merri] wine, da. yes, please. i… have nothing to celebrate. but was told i could help you celebrate your killing earlier today. congratulations.

          • cl0ckw0rks said,

            September 6, 2010 at 6:25 pm

            *blinks at the phrasing*

            “Ah, well. Yes. I suppose there’s no sense in being coy about it, is there.” *hands Angel a glass* “But let’s phrase it more politely, just the same. To my victory, then?”

            *lifts glass in toast*

            • Angel Israfil said,

              September 6, 2010 at 6:48 pm

              to your victory, da. [drains glass]

          • September 6, 2010 at 6:31 pm

            To a splendid and flawless victory, indeed! They say there were only pieces left of him! Mightily impressive.

          • cl0ckw0rks said,

            September 6, 2010 at 6:39 pm

            *laughs* Well, there are always only pieces of him left, are there not? But thank you, I rank it as an accomplishment and cannot even think of it as properly “killing” him, for he does not die.

            To your show tonight, dear Commodore! What shall we be hearing, this evening?

            • September 6, 2010 at 7:23 pm

              WE’ve no small assortment of new discoveries to share. Some nights we stick to the classics, but that will not be what you hear tonight.

              We may pull in one or two that the lovely scarlet played earlier today as well!

              • cl0ckw0rks said,

                September 6, 2010 at 7:31 pm

                Then it should be a most entertaining evening. We’ll tune in here, of course — I can hardly bear to entertain unless your show is going to be on.

      • cl0ckw0rks said,

        September 6, 2010 at 6:24 pm

        “Narciso my love, there is someone here who could use your charming ways, I think! You should meet our Narciso, Angel!”

      • Narcissus said,

        September 6, 2010 at 6:40 pm

        Well, hello — ! How remiss I’ve been, not rushing to make your acquaintance — and don’t worry, English isn’t my first language, either. Call me Narciso, if you will. How are you this fine evening?

        • Angel Israfil said,

          September 6, 2010 at 6:42 pm

          i… am well, thank you. Narciso? it is a name i have not heard before. also, your accent puzzles me.

          • Narcissus said,

            September 6, 2010 at 6:47 pm

            The name, the accent, and I are all from fair Italia — Italy, the English call it, but we Italians will insist on fair. And where are you from, dear?

            • Angel Israfil said,

              September 6, 2010 at 6:51 pm

              [looks at him carefully] was born in Samakov, Bulgaria. moved to Sofia to attend university, then stayed there until… recently.

              • Narcissus said,

                September 6, 2010 at 7:09 pm

                Newly come from the surface, are you? Well, the Neath welcomes you.

                • Angel Israfil said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 7:32 pm

                  is it.. truly… aware? this Neath, this place? people speak of it so, as if it were alive…

                  • Narcissus said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 7:56 pm

                    Some days I do believe it — Londoners speak of the Bazaar that way, you know. The gentleman call it ‘she’ and the ladies ‘he.’ Some say it’s the head of a god.

        • September 6, 2010 at 6:46 pm

          [presses a glass of Greyfields into Angel’s hands]

          Here you are, m’lady. Fine mushroom wine – Pride o’ the Neath and top-shelf stuff from Merri’s copious cellar to boot. You’ll grow to love it, we’re sure!

          • Angel Israfil said,

            September 6, 2010 at 6:55 pm

            [exchanges full glass for the empty one in hand]

            blagodarya, Commodore. Thank you. it is… how it is said, an `acquired taste,’ no?

            • September 6, 2010 at 7:04 pm

              One of many you’ll acquire, in the Fifth City. Not all of them fungus-related either [winks]

      • September 6, 2010 at 6:53 pm

        “Hello,” he says gently, aware that Angel may be feeling overwhelmed already by the guests. “My name is Gabriel.”

        • Angel Israfil said,

          September 6, 2010 at 6:59 pm

          ….Gabriel…. [places emphasis on the last syllable thoughtfully] i think your name is as weighty as mine. hello Gabriel.

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 7:01 pm

          “You are ever quiet, Mr. Morgan. I had no idea you were here.” Merri dimples. “What will you drink this evening? Wine? Or a stronger spirit? I do have some brandy about, I think.”

          • September 6, 2010 at 7:09 pm

            “I am sometimes too quiet for my own good, I think!” he says, amused. “Some brandy would be lovely. I have had too many dinners with devils lately with ‘creative’ usages of fungus to be intrigued by mushroom wine — even the especially good vintages — just at the moment.”

            • cl0ckw0rks said,

              September 6, 2010 at 7:15 pm

              She smiles, shakes her head ruefully, but pours the snifter for him nonetheless. “Well, you’re entirely too sophisticated to be taken in by Hell, so I shan’t worry about you. Drink freely, my friend. And enjoy!”

              • September 6, 2010 at 7:23 pm

                He accepts it gratefully. “I have no desire to give my soul away, however many gifts and compliments they pour on me. I think I am merely interested in seeing how hard they will try before I am tired of them, or they give up and move on to easier quarry.”

                • cl0ckw0rks said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 7:34 pm

                  Merri laughs. “I knew there were many reasons to like you.”

          • Angel Israfil said,

            September 6, 2010 at 7:17 pm

            you… also know devils? [looks at him with even greater interest] you and Commodore… consort to them? with them, I mean?

            • September 6, 2010 at 7:24 pm

              There are many devils in the city. They will compliment you, give you gifts, invite you to things. They want your soul, of course. But you needn’t give it to them.

              Still, sometimes their parties and outings are interesting.

              • Angel Israfil said,

                September 6, 2010 at 7:29 pm

                they have parties? [this seems astonishing] like people do?

                [coughs, voice raspier after] somehow, i did not expect this…

                • September 6, 2010 at 7:40 pm

                  “Yes. They behave much like people here, though it is, I believe, purely a ruse to charm the humans into giving away their souls.”

                  He cocks his head slightly, a look of concern crossing over his face. “Would you, perhaps, rather have some hot tea with honey and lemon, for your cough, and your voice?”

                  • Angel Israfil said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 7:49 pm

                    [looks at him cautiously, then relaxes. snugs muffler tighter about neck, unconsciously]

                    it would not help, but i thank you for concern. i… am enjoying the wine. you have been here for some time, da? in the Neath?

                    • September 6, 2010 at 8:01 pm

                      Since I was a boy. I’ve lost track of my age, but I would guess it has been well over twenty years.

                    • Angel Israfil said,

                      September 6, 2010 at 8:08 pm

                      [taken to a new thread, this old browser doesn’t thread well…]

  7. September 6, 2010 at 6:16 pm

    Gabriel arrives in something of a sombre mood, but is nonetheless willing to be distracted into merriment. He smiles, small but sincere. “Congratulations again on your good news.”

  8. curious_fellow said,

    September 6, 2010 at 6:28 pm

    [There comes another arrival; Lamont, if that is his name, clad in a fine dusky suit and a rather extraordinary hat – beady eyes looking about in a rapid flickering, fangs hanging over the edge. Around one arm, two black ribbons are wrapped]

    A congratulations to you, my dear. Forgive me if I’m late… you did wonderfully, Merri.

    • September 6, 2010 at 6:38 pm

      Lamont!

      How have you been lad? We haven’t crossed paths in sometime now. Likely due to our conspicuous absence from Merri’s lovely parlor .

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 6:40 pm

      Likely indeed! Thank you, Lamont, and thank you again for standing second for me earlier today. *hands him a glass of ’82*

    • September 6, 2010 at 6:43 pm

      Gabriel smiles one-sided, a wry look, and adjusts one sleeve to show the two ribbons he has wound around his forearm, a few inches above the wrist. “And we who deal death deal it in fine company,” he murmurs.

    • curious_fellow said,

      September 6, 2010 at 6:59 pm

      Ah, Commodore! I’ve been whiling away the hours at Court, trying to push some modicum of… debating skills and philosophy through the heads of the couriers there, but I’m afraid that it never seems to stick. Still, my admirers seem to be aplenty, and their gifts keep coming…

      And it was my pleasure, Merri. Although I admit, had you lost, it would have been more nightmare than pleasure.

      I have a gift for you in thanks, but – perhaps it’s best shared after the festivities.

      • cl0ckw0rks said,

        September 6, 2010 at 7:04 pm

        “A gift to… thank me? But it is I who thank you for your friend’s service, earlier!”

        • curious_fellow said,

          September 6, 2010 at 7:10 pm

          “Congratulate, I mean,” he pauses, a rueful smile touching his lips, “You know how I can be with the spoken word – I’m far better with a pen. Celebration, essentially.”

          He coughs politely, “A bottle of Black Wing Absinthe.”

          • cl0ckw0rks said,

            September 6, 2010 at 7:13 pm

            *laughs* You rogue! You know right well I’d sworn off that wretched stuff! I’ve also a bottle mouldering in my cellars, and for that very reason!

            Still — if you promise to take care of me under its influence, I shall consider it. *dimples*

            • curious_fellow said,

              September 6, 2010 at 7:16 pm

              “Pfah! What are celebrations if not for breaking one’s own sworn taboos… and of course! You are always safe in my hands, Merri, I promise you.”

              • cl0ckw0rks said,

                September 6, 2010 at 7:21 pm

                “Well then, I shall try it again and see if the experience improves with age. Thank you, dear Lamont. Have you met our new face this evening? His — or her? The Commodore is convinced it’s `her’ — name is Angel Israfil.”

      • September 6, 2010 at 7:10 pm

        The folk at the Empress’ court are definitely the type to smile and stare blankly when your chosen verbiage contains too many syllables. A few of the Summerset alumni crowd crowd can be found among them but mostly they’re water to the University’s oil.

        We know you posess the skills to rise among them anyway, and the attempt at raising the bar is admirable. There’s at least one distinguished lady with a barbed wit in attendance there that we’re sure you’ll like. [grins wide and toothy]

  9. Theodor said,

    September 6, 2010 at 7:06 pm

    *dressed with more style than is his wont, if not less care — instead of a carefully patched tweed jacket, an immaculate frock coat, and a top hat of midnight blue; he arrives, if not on Henrik’s arm, rather close to it*

    I have heard the news of your success, and been gladdened by it; I hope that your future inquiries will be met with further good fortune or, at least, further opportunities to secure fortune in the purposeful application of skill.

    • Henrik Paulsen said,

      September 6, 2010 at 7:09 pm

      *Henrik endeavours to seem less Theodor’s accompaniment than his shadow; he is dressed darkly, unobtrusively, in shoes that make scarcely a sound on the floor. unfortunately, he is also well over six feet tall and broad in the shoulder, and he cannot hide behind Theodor any more than an oak tree could hide behind a geranium*

      • September 6, 2010 at 7:28 pm

        Gabriel has already been accused of stealth once this evening, in his similarly silent shoes and midnight waistcoat with the rest in black shadow, but he does make the attempt not to blend in with the wallpaper. “Hello, Henrik. How are you doing this evening?”

        • Henrik Paulsen said,

          September 6, 2010 at 7:30 pm

          “Gabriel,” he answers, with a smile that deepens the lines about his eyes. “Have we progressed to Christian names already?”

          • September 6, 2010 at 7:37 pm

            “Ah, well, if it is presumptuous of me, then I will be presumptuous.” He smiles, amused, but quite warm. “It is, I think, what friends should do. Call one another by their proper names, that is.”

            • Henrik Paulsen said,

              September 6, 2010 at 7:45 pm

              “I do not remark on it from offense, but from pleasure; it pleases me to have so many familiar friends.” If it is presumptuous for him to lay a fond hand on Gabriel’s wrist, then he will be presumptuous, as well. “Since you ask, I am well, and better for being welcomed warmly — but ever so tired! Theodor asked me to escort him to his debut, and I could not have imagined refusing … but I would have remedied this defect in my faculties, had I recalled how exhausting high society is.”

              • September 6, 2010 at 7:55 pm

                “I am very glad to find you well.” He rests his other hand atop Henrik’s, still smiling. “Ah, society is always very exhausting, until one grows accustomed to it, and then it is still exhausting, but you begin to find it normal… Which I am not sure is wise. Still, I am very glad you accompanied him. I worry for him a bit, in that nest of vipers, who nearly never mean what they say, or say what they mean.

                “Perhaps you should sit?” He swaps the ‘you’ for the ‘we’ he had begun to say out of politeness, but leaves the offer in his voice. “I am sure the debut required nothing but standing, as well.”

                • Henrik Paulsen said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 8:01 pm

                  “Very well; I cannot refuse sound advice.” He extricates his hand with as much grace as he can muster, then locates a seat in an unobtrusive corner. For all he has Merri’s welcome, he would not cast any unwelcome shadows on her triumph.

                  • September 6, 2010 at 8:23 pm

                    [My sentence came out very odd, I realize, in rereading it – I meant to say that he was going to say ‘we’ but changed it to ‘you’ to avoid – yet more presumptuousness!]

                    “Would you like company?”

                    • Henrik Paulsen said,

                      September 6, 2010 at 8:28 pm

                      The offer eases him; he does not yet know how familiar he ought to be with a man to whom he has confessed his worst secrets over mushroom wine, and above all things Henrik values clarity of cues. He shifts to make room for a second person in his unobtrusive corner. “I’d be glad of it — sit with me, my dear, and tell me what’s eased your loneliness.”

                      [It might be helpful to start a new thread, at this stage.]

                    • September 6, 2010 at 8:55 pm

                      [Down at the bottom.]

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 7:10 pm

      Oh, you did make it, I’m so glad! *kisses Theodor’s cheek* And we heard you were the very darling of the Ambassador’s Ball! I hadn’t a moment’s doubt — your brilliance will shine, regardless of setting!

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 7:12 pm

      And hello, Henrik. *she’d like to kiss his cheek too, but she can’t reach it unless he bends a little* I’m glad you decided to come. What are you drinking this evening?

      Theodor? May we fetch you some refreshment?

      • Henrik Paulsen said,

        September 6, 2010 at 7:13 pm

        Whatever you have most readily to hand; I would not refuse a glass of wine.

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 7:22 pm

          Wine it is, then. Do try to smile, Henrik. *hands him a glass* This is a celebration, not a funeral. I promise you, you are welcome here.

          • Henrik Paulsen said,

            September 6, 2010 at 7:24 pm

            *he smiles, then, and leans down to kiss her cheek — it’s a rash, impulsive sort of gesture, but it feels correct* I’m glad of your welcome.

            • cl0ckw0rks said,

              September 6, 2010 at 7:42 pm

              *smiles* Thank you. You’ll always have it. I’m afraid we’ve only one new face here so far this evening, but do greet… her. *nods* Or so the Commodore says, it’s rather difficult to tell.

              • Henrik Paulsen said,

                September 6, 2010 at 7:48 pm

                I thought I heard a new voice; do tell me what you know of her, so that I won’t make a fool of myself in greeting her?

                • cl0ckw0rks said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 7:53 pm

                  Almost nothing, I’m afraid. The name given was Angel Israfil. Those are Fourth City garments being worn. There’s something wrong with the voice, it’s been damaged at some point. `She’ seems very shy of company, but is bearing up well enough.

                  • Henrik Paulsen said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 8:03 pm

                    It’s enough to go on; if I can catch her, I’ll greet her as well as I can.

      • Theodor said,

        September 6, 2010 at 7:23 pm

        *blushing from the kiss and the compliment — it is one thing to be cool-headed confidence at the ball, but with his adopted sister! adjusts his glasses* I would be amenable to tea, if it is prepared.

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 7:26 pm

          Of course it is, I had hoped you would find time to drop by. *pours his tea, hands him cup and saucer* So you are celebrating your successful entrance into society this evening! I’m so pleased. I’m rather more in a mood to celebrate the news of the Marvellous, personally. Had you heard?

          • Theodor said,

            September 6, 2010 at 7:36 pm

            I had, indeed, among the same cats who were whispering to one another of Carrywell in Venderbight — something of the house on Wolfstack Docks, guarded by the special constables, and Parabola. If you can find the answers, and progress, you seek there … *hesitates to ask* Is that where you think your path will take you next? Behind the mirror?

            • cl0ckw0rks said,

              September 6, 2010 at 7:41 pm

              I don’t know, Theodor. Honestly, I do not. For now, I must gather the skills I might need for whatever might come next — the main reason I continued with the Black Ribbon, mind you. If I need the skills of a fearsome duelist, then those I shall have ‘ere I’m through.

              • Theodor said,

                September 6, 2010 at 8:02 pm

                You have; I have witnessed those skills during our sparring practice..

                • cl0ckw0rks said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 8:06 pm

                  *chuckles* I’m better now. Though I’d imagine you could still best me.

                  • Theodor said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 8:12 pm

                    *wry* As I said, I rely on tools — and while you have honed your skills in the Black Rose duels, I have honed mine avoiding them.

                    • cl0ckw0rks said,

                      September 6, 2010 at 8:28 pm

                      Perhaps we should try a duel sometime when neither of us is overly equipped and see how it goes? It should be amusing, if you don’t throw me into another stack of crates, that is!

                    • Theodor said,

                      September 6, 2010 at 8:35 pm

                      That is something else I rely on: environment. *with some embarrassment* But you may choose the location of our duel, and whether or not there are crates.

                    • cl0ckw0rks said,

                      September 6, 2010 at 8:43 pm

                      *she doesn’t impulsively hug him, but she wants to*

                      I’ll see about setting something up in the next few days then. If I forget, please do remind me. We have not spent enough time together of late. I’ve missed you dreadfully.

                    • Theodor said,

                      September 6, 2010 at 9:15 pm

                      And I you. I regret that I am so often absent, but our friendship is nonetheless a continual source of assurance to me.

    • September 6, 2010 at 7:30 pm

      Gabriel smiles at his clothing, thinking of Theodor’s worries regarding his entrance to society, and yet how well he manages it albeit with shyness — though shyness is, in itself, charming. “Good evening, Theodor. How was the ball?”

      • Theodor said,

        September 6, 2010 at 7:51 pm

        “Good evening,” he returns with a nod that more resembles a bow. “The ball was, I confess, more enjoyable than I would have credited a ball to be. I ascertained a number of secrets in conversation with the guests, conversation that ranged over a diversity of subjects, and … I also had Henrik’s support and company, for which I am indebted to him.”

        • September 6, 2010 at 8:06 pm

          I am so very glad. Society can be – tiresome, but it has its enjoyable moments. I know Henrik has been to court, and Narciso is quite the social butterfly, so I would trust them to guide you well.

          There are philosophers and scholars at court that I rather enjoyed speaking to, wandering the gardens. I think perhaps you will enjoy it, too, whenever you find yourself at court.

          • Theodor said,

            September 6, 2010 at 8:21 pm

            Perhaps I would. I will, at times, still stop in the Square of Lofty Words — and though I believe they speak nothing but elaborate and self-important sophistry there, it enlivens me to be engaged in the debate, even if I must commandeer a hansom cab for the purpose. *a thin smile* What did you discuss?

            • September 6, 2010 at 8:27 pm

              Some spoke of Plato — they are very fond of Plato — and his contemporaries. There were others in the gardens fond of the arts, music, and poetry, and others still who would speak quietly of politics.

              I will say they are all fond of the Honey, but despite my many invitations to honey-dream, none were insistent about it and were actually quite polite when I would decline.

              • Theodor said,

                September 6, 2010 at 8:46 pm

                I myself will avoid honey-dreams, when I can — since we have approached the subject of Plato, I will say I have wondered on the name Prisoner’s Honey, and whether it is not an indication that those who indulge in it have chosen to chain themselves in this cave and attend shadows. I would prefer to remain in the light, would prefer to attend true forms …

                *but that calls to mind the Mirror Marches, and the proposed connection between honey and mirrors — and he blinks away the impression of the sun filtered through a jungle canopy*

                … But … I may not be lost entirely at court, if there are discussions of Plato to be had.

                • September 6, 2010 at 9:01 pm

                  “They tell me the Honey makes them think along new avenues of thought, particularly when shared with another. I did not try it; if I were to dream with Honey, I would prefer it to be with someone I trusted well.”

                  He looks into the distance for a moment and says quietly, “There is a man at court, that Henrik and I both met, know as the Beauty. Perhaps Henrik has mentioned him… He is worth the trouble of getting to know.”

                  • Theodor said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 9:10 pm

                    He had, indeed, and commended the man’s strength of will.

  10. September 6, 2010 at 7:28 pm

    Alright all, we must absent ourselves to the studio for tonight’s broadcast. Angel, darling… Please stay and mingle! We’ll be back again after the show!

    • Angel Israfil said,

      September 6, 2010 at 7:36 pm

      ah…. i….

      [looks around self-consciously] da. yes. of course. good luck!

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 7:38 pm

      We’re tuning in, of course!

      *looks at Angel* Do be at ease, my new friend. All shall be well, you are among friends here. Have you not had friends before?

      • Angel Israfil said,

        September 6, 2010 at 7:45 pm

        [hesitates. starts to speak, hesitates again]

        i… did have friends once. yes.

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 7:55 pm

          *smile fades briefly, then returns in gentler form*

          If your former associations proved treacherous, rest assured that those within these walls this evening would not knowingly betray a friend, else they would not be here. We need one another, here in the Neath, and do well to remember it.

          • Angel Israfil said,

            September 6, 2010 at 8:14 pm

            the Commodore said so also. i will try to remember. [relaxes visibly] i do not mean to be such trouble, you have other guests. thank you for your great kindness.

  11. cl0ckw0rks said,

    September 6, 2010 at 8:04 pm

    Oh dear…. now this is a tango! http://blip.fm/~vuklj

    • Narcissus said,

      September 6, 2010 at 9:06 pm

      It is, it is! It needs only us to complete it, to match form to music.

  12. Angel Israfil said,

    September 6, 2010 at 8:10 pm

    Gabriel Morgan said: Since I was a boy. I’ve lost track of my age, but I would guess it has been well over twenty years.

    [eyes widen, nods in acceptance] you grew up on hell’s doorstep, then. have you… ever been there?

    [seems to catch self up at that] i am sorry if that was improper, i do not mean to pry.

    • September 6, 2010 at 8:13 pm

      Not to Hell, no. I do not know of anyone who has been. The devils keep a home in the city, the Brass Embassy. There, I have been. They have balls, dances. On a floor that will blister the feet, if you do not wear the proper shoes.

      • curious_fellow said,

        September 6, 2010 at 8:18 pm

        [A pause in Lamont’s step as he passes by the conversation, shamelessly intruding with a slight lean over and a faint smile]

        I only know one man who has gone to Hell alive. A mendicant of my association, who took up a study of Hell. He acquired a copy of the Moloch Street Station schedule and sought to steal aboard to visit Hell itself.

        I don’t expect to ever see him again.

        • September 6, 2010 at 8:22 pm

          Oh, indeed? I wouldn’t expect to see him again, either. Studying the Correspondence is more than enough invitation to madness or death for me.

        • Angel Israfil said,

          September 6, 2010 at 8:36 pm

          [it is almost in the mouth to say, `now you know two, but now is not that time]

          i must meet this person. if it is possible to be introduced?

          • curious_fellow said,

            September 6, 2010 at 8:42 pm

            I’m afraid not, my dear. I would have imagined that he would have been warned off when he sent me to steal the schedule and a devil met me to hand it willingly over – but he went, anyhow.

            As I said, I doubt he’ll ever return. People do not walk /out/ of Hell.

            • Angel Israfil said,

              September 6, 2010 at 9:05 pm

              no… i suppose they do not, at that. you also consort with devils here, Mr. Lamont?

              • curious_fellow said,

                September 6, 2010 at 9:09 pm

                [A faint smile]

                I suppose it depends on one’s definition of ‘consorting’.

  13. Henrik Paulsen said,

    September 6, 2010 at 8:12 pm

    *at his nearest opportunity, when Angel Israfil has hir body turned toward him and seems unlikely to startle at the sound of his voice, Henrik will make a small bow to hir* Good evening; I was told that you are a new arrival, and hoped to make your acquaintance. My name is Henrik Paulsen. *he has been practising the delivery a bit, again with the intent of putting hir at ease; however, in combination with his clear Danish accent, the effect is to make his English sound worse than it is*

    • Angel Israfil said,

      September 6, 2010 at 8:24 pm

      dobre vecher, i mean, good evening of course. [looks up, nods once] i am guest of Commodore, but he has gone to his `show’. name is Angel Israfil. Commodore calls me by my given name, but most use `Israfil’. [nods again, tries to stay relaxed]

      Mr. Paulsen, is it? you do not sound English, either.

      • Henrik Paulsen said,

        September 6, 2010 at 8:33 pm

        Danish — may I ask what your patronym is? *he has never known anyone from a Slavic language group to introduce hirself without one, and he hopes that it will provide a clue as to that elusive gender question*

  14. Angel Israfil said,

    September 6, 2010 at 8:35 pm

    i am sorry, i do not know this English word.

    • Henrik Paulsen said,

      September 6, 2010 at 8:44 pm

      *his Russian isn’t nearly good enough to come up with the word for it* Your — the part of your name that comes from your father. Danish names are … I suppose they’re patronymic; Paul-sen, the son of Paul. For you it would be … Ivanovna? Ivanovich? *he can’t place hir as Bulgarian*

      • Angel Israfil said,

        September 6, 2010 at 9:01 pm

        [hope this works this time!]

        ah… [eyes him cautiously. eyes glitter. snugs muffler about neck unconsciously]

        i must decline to answer that, Mr. Paulsen. the name i gave is all i have, now.

        • Henrik Paulsen said,

          September 6, 2010 at 9:04 pm

          *politely, then, and with immediate sympathy* Should you want it, you will always be assured of friendship here — indeed, Mr Morgan has referred to the close bonds we make as a kind of family, and I cannot contradict him.

          • Angel Israfil said,

            September 6, 2010 at 9:13 pm

            i did not expect to find such here. nor such… finery. i do not know what i expected. i suppose i thought it would be… more… mrachen… sad. sorrowful.

            • Henrik Paulsen said,

              September 6, 2010 at 9:16 pm

              I think your friend the Commodore would say something that meant, We humans resist melancholy with joy. *he quite likes the word ‘melancholy,’ and uses it more than its stricter definition might merit*

              • Angel Israfil said,

                September 6, 2010 at 9:40 pm

                [can’t argue on definitions, as English isn’t even a second language – more like third or fourth]

                i… do not remember joy. i should remember it. i do not.

                • Henrik Paulsen said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 9:49 pm

                  It will come, with time and practice. I promise you that much: This place deals out at least as much joy as sorrow.

                  [Player stepping out for the night; we can assume, perhaps, that this is where Scarlet steps in?]

                  • Scarlet O said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 10:14 pm

                    Scarlet frowns slightly when she hears that Mr. Paulsen has left for the evening. “How unfortunate. I had hoped to discuss the intensity of drawing the bow across strings such that they quiver at his touch….violin of course!”

  15. September 6, 2010 at 8:45 pm

    [Another hasty carriage delivers the Commodore with a smug grin upon his face]

    And here we are once again. That went well, if we do declare it so ourselves!

    Angel, darling… Looks as though you’ve made a friend or two already! Sorry to run out on you like that, but the Fifth City waits on us when we’re late.

    • Angel Israfil said,

      September 6, 2010 at 9:03 pm

      i enjoyed the show very much, Commodore. such a great ah, diversity of music, a wide range of mood. it is plain to see why you are so admired here.

      • September 6, 2010 at 9:13 pm

        Many thanks, dear delicious friend! Clearly your homeland is not ill-acquainted with flattery, but your words touch the place where our heart might once have been!

        • Angel Israfil said,

          September 6, 2010 at 9:16 pm

          [eyes serious] you have… no heart? or is the word `soul’? dusha?

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 9:08 pm

      I must agree with our new friend, Angel Israfil — that was a stunningly diverse selection, Commodore! And not only did you manage the tango, but you played Clap Hands too — I was so pleased!

      • September 6, 2010 at 9:14 pm

        We took pains to make sure that bawdy masterpiece was packed away in our collection for Dorian’s Parlor at the weekend! Such a classic!

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 9:17 pm

          It is indeed. I suppose it is not entirely proper that I should like it as I do, but then — we cannot always do what is proper!

  16. September 6, 2010 at 8:53 pm

    Gabriel settles himself in the corner; he is thin and has no trouble finding room, and does not mind the occasional bumped elbow with Henrik. “I confess, I was reluctant to come tonight, because I could not summon the appropriately celebratory mood, but she defeated Feducci, and…” He twitches his sleeve to show Henrik the two ribbons around his forearm. “we are marked by the things we achieve, even if it is that truly her celebratory mood has to do with the Marvelous and not the duel.”

    He takes a sip of his brandy, thoughtfully, and says, partly into the glass, “I wondered if, after we said so much to one another the other night, you might find it far more comfortable to avoid me than to speak to me. There is an awkwardness some people find in sharing truth, that drives them apart sometimes, out of fear of judgment or shame.”

    He looks up, meeting Henrik’s eyes. “I am glad to see this is not the case, now. And that did wonders for my mood.”

    • Henrik Paulsen said,

      September 6, 2010 at 9:00 pm

      “I grow too familiar, too quickly; it is one of many failings,” he answers, with a shrug that sets their elbows knocking again. “Will you believe that I was lightened, as well, by the confidences that you consented to share with me? Had I felt, in past moments of despair” and his eyes linger on the black ribbons on Gabriel’s arm, but he passes over them without comment “that I could take another so completely and artlessly into my confidence, then I might be a more light-hearted man even now.”

      All at once, they slip into place — Henrik’s arm resting precisely so on the seat, his shoulder angled comfortably to Gabriel’s; it feels as though they have locked neatly as puzzle pieces. “What is it that you pursue here, if I may enquire? Merriwether pursues the Marvellous; Theodor and I seek answers for my brother’s death, Mr Wilsford and Ms Yujao hunt the Vake … and yourself?”

      • September 6, 2010 at 9:20 pm

        “I cannot say, at least with this, that your propensity for familiarity is a failing. There is much good in being able to trust, though trust is so hard to come by in this place, and to share a burden — it is like lancing a wound. And in you, I think, it was one that very badly needed lancing.”

        Gabriel is comforted by the way they fit together — bones and angles and bodies — and by the fact that Henrik is /alive/, most importantly.

        He takes a breath, having never spoken of it before. “I heard of a great treasure, and thought I might have it for myself. It was something of a childish ambition, but I was young and had always been good at theft.” His mouth quirks and he laughs. “Now I question my ambition, because I find other things more important to me, but perhaps I should see this thing through.”

        • Henrik Paulsen said,

          September 6, 2010 at 9:26 pm

          He laughs in return, and it’s a sudden and unreserved laugh that makes his shoulders shake. “You must teach me your skill! I am so inept as a thief, so naturally disinclined to the profession, that I was quickly snapped up by the constables. It is in no way an unworthy skill, and those of a revolutionary bent even whisper that there is a levelling quality to a good theft — it distributes all wealth more evenly.”

          • September 6, 2010 at 9:37 pm

            “Oh, dear,” he says, very amused at the mental image of Henrik’s botched theft. He slips his hand into Henrik’s, feeling emboldened by the freedom of Henrik’s laughter. “It is an art, but fortunately one that can be taught. I would not mind at all. Now that you have found your way into the Flit, and most other parts of the city, it should not be very difficult to find easy marks.”

            Gabriel smiles, a flash of teeth that is a bit predatory. “Those who indulge in alcohol as much as we did the other night are quite easy marks. Perhaps we will have more than one reason to visit Veilgarden. Those, too, who stumble out of the honey dens have their wits still addled and would hardly notice if you walked up to them and stole from them in plain view.”

            • Henrik Paulsen said,

              September 6, 2010 at 9:46 pm

              Henrik appears neither put off nor emboldened by the intimacy of the contact. Indeed, his absorption in their conversation suggests that he has scarcely attributed any significance to it.

              “I shouldn’t like to be a common pickpocket,” he exclaims once Gabriel has finished, and then hastens to add, “Although I respect the work of the pickpocket; certainly, I have played … ground-man? … for the Fisher Kings, and they are merely the most enterprising of pickpockets — rather, I should like to engage in more overtly political thefts. Of late, I have had frequent cause to visit the glim assayer’s office, and I have been proud to be … oh, what is the colourful metaphor? The rod in the gears of industry, or something of that sort.”

              [Calling it a night; we can call a halt or continue as you like.]

              • September 6, 2010 at 9:53 pm

                [We can do a post on LJ about it, so we are not in the middle of last night’s party tomorrow!]

                “Ah, we should talk about this, then. Perhaps on the morrow, when you have had rest from being Theodor’s guardian. You can tell me more of your goals, and I can think of how best to assist you…”

  17. Scarlet O said,

    September 6, 2010 at 9:04 pm

    Sweeping into the room with a flourish, Scarlet smiles brightly, descending upon the room with a twinkling gaze. She is clad in a blood-red velvet dress. It is cut to flatter, and flatter it does, in a way that is just shy of scandalous.

    “Merri!” She slides up to the woman and places a kiss on her cheek. “Congratulations, my dear. Not that I was concerned at all. Many of us here are familiar with your strength.”

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 9:07 pm

      “Scarlet!” Laughing happily, Merri sweeps her up into a huge hug. “Oh you did make it after all, I’m so very glad!! And look at you! How very lovely!”

      • Scarlet O said,

        September 6, 2010 at 9:17 pm

        She grins, embracing Merri. “Well, I can’t show up in rags now can I? I should not be allowed to enter your fine home!”

        • Angel Israfil said,

          September 6, 2010 at 9:19 pm

          [glances down at clothing, tries to fade into the wallpaper]

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 9:22 pm

          “Hush. You know that’s not true.” Glances at Angel sympathetically. “Where have you been?”

          • Scarlet O said,

            September 6, 2010 at 9:25 pm

            Scarlet winks at Israfil. “Don’t pay any attention to me, dear. I am just delighted to have a new gown.” Then she turns back to Merri.

            “Here and there, some time with the Duchess included. She has been demanding on my time.”

            • cl0ckw0rks said,

              September 6, 2010 at 9:30 pm

              “She truly can be,” Merri agrees. “Still, I found her court vastly more entertaining than the Empress’ — likely very lowbrow of me, I know”

              But she grins and presses a glass of wine into Scarlet’s hands. “I’m just so happy you are here, no matter where you’ve been. Lamont was here awhile ago, I wonder if he’s left for the night?”

              • Scarlet O said,

                September 6, 2010 at 9:35 pm

                Scarlet gladly accepts the glass, swirling the wine for a moment before lifting it to her lips. She pauses – glass hovering before her crimson mouth – when Merri mentions Lamont, and her eyes dart across the room before taking a sip. “Oh indeed? And I believe I see Mr. Paulsen, Narciso, and Mr. Gylden as well. You simply have everyone here, my dear.

                “But of course, to bask in your glow is as close as we come to seeing the sunrise these days.”

                • cl0ckw0rks said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 9:45 pm

                  Merri colors at this. “Oh, now that was beautifully turned, darling. Beautifully indeed. But if I am the sunrise, then you are surely sunset, the gateway into the lovely land of midnight.” She kisses her cheek, careful not to disturb Scarlet’s lip paint.

                  • Scarlet O said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 9:53 pm

                    A soft caress of her cheek, and a grin with a sad tinge to it. “You may well be right, my dear. But!” the sadness slips away immediately, “I’ve no doubt that between the both of us, we could be the best day anyone has ever had.”

                    • cl0ckw0rks said,

                      September 6, 2010 at 10:02 pm

                      Grey eyes flash at that, like lightning in a storm. “Of that, I have no doubt at all. Perhaps we should ask Doctor Mason to provide references?”

    • September 6, 2010 at 9:18 pm

      Ah! There’s the lady who makes men and devils alike blush deeply! Scarlet scarlet dear, what manner of scandal delayed you to Veligarden this eve?

      • Scarlet O said,

        September 6, 2010 at 9:22 pm

        Scarlet grins at the Commodore. “Oh dear Commodore – if I were to share my secrets, they would less valuable in the morning! Surely you can understand.” She winks at him, a hand reaching to caress his cheek.

        • September 6, 2010 at 9:31 pm

          Mmm – Enigmatic and seductive to the last, as always! We’d not have you any other way. We’ll just wait for the flood of flabbergasted society gossip you leave in your wake to fill us in on your exploits, then.

          Have at the wine, darling. Have you been introduced to our new friend Angel?

          • Angel Israfil said,

            September 6, 2010 at 9:32 pm

            we have met. she was my first friend, here. [trying not to look uncomfortable. failing]

            • Scarlet O said,

              September 6, 2010 at 9:48 pm

              Clinking her glass with the Commodore’s, she nudges his chin a bit. “You don’t have to wait, dear. I just prefer to share in a more intimate setting.” She chuckles lightly, and turns to Israfil.

              “But of course! We have met, indeed. Quite an enigmatic and determined individual to count among my friends. I am jealous of your attachment to the Commodore’s arm – he is a fine catch for such an evening as this. Have you met everyone here?”

              • Angel Israfil said,

                September 6, 2010 at 9:53 pm

                [looks around] i have. Our hostess has seen to it. [looks between Scarlet and Commodore nervously] he asked me to come. i did not intend to… overstep.

                • Scarlet O said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 9:56 pm

                  Laughter slides from Scarlet’s throat like music. “Dear Israfil. I am confusing you, I imagine. No – I am saying that the Commodore is a fine escort, and worth envying. I am glad you are here with him, and that you have come here. Merri is the finest of hostesses, and you are in good hands here. I recommend making friends – for more eyes on the streets can only be of aid to you, nyet?”

                  • Angel Israfil said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 9:58 pm

                    [new comment — this browser doesn’t thread well]

    • curious_fellow said,

      September 6, 2010 at 9:31 pm

      As she enters, Lamont’s head raises – perhaps attention drawn by the eyes of his hat – and he pauses for a moment, his lips curving into a slow smile of appreciation.

      He doesn’t join the crowd of greeters, merely raising his glass from across the room.

      • September 6, 2010 at 9:37 pm

        [notices this quiet exchange and smiles wryly once again]

        • Scarlet O said,

          September 6, 2010 at 10:20 pm

          “Commodore, I was not able to catch your show this evening. I will attempt to listen to it at a later time. I trust it went well?”

      • Scarlet O said,

        September 6, 2010 at 9:42 pm

        Her eyes lift to meet Lamont’s gaze from across the room, and her grin is fed by that connection, her black eyes conveying a second of intensity. She lifts her newly procured glass back to him, with a slight bow of her head in his direction.

  18. Angel Israfil said,

    September 6, 2010 at 10:00 pm

    Scarlet said: Laughter slides from Scarlet’s throat like music. “Dear Israfil. I am confusing you, I imagine. No – I am saying that the Commodore is a fine escort, and worth envying. I am glad you are here with him, and that you have come here. Merri is the finest of hostesses, and you are in good hands here. I recommend making friends – for more eyes on the streets can only be of aid to you, nyet?”

    da. [nods affirmatively, doesn’t quite smile] Commodore is a good friend. you are also my good friend. if you two say these are also good friends… then i can… learn to trust them.

    • Scarlet O said,

      September 6, 2010 at 10:08 pm

      Scarlet surveys the room, her black gaze seeming to flick from person to person. “I recommend you get to know them, dear. They can certainly be of aid. They are all very knowledgeable and experienced individuals who have been in many of the places you will be going. Do not hesitate to learn what you can, where you can.”

      She punctuates this with a sip of her wine.

  19. September 6, 2010 at 10:05 pm

    “Ah!” Gabriel says suddenly, with an excitement that is entirely out of character for him. “/Now/ I have a cause to celebrate! I checked the purse from my last contract with Mr Inch, did a few calculations, and I can afford the lease for the home at the Bazaar, when next the Masters see fit to offer one!”

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 10:09 pm

      Merri turns with delight, clapping her hands. “Oh, that is indeed wonderful, Mr. Morgan! I believe we’re going to have to break out the champagne, there is simply too much celebration to do without it! When do you suppose we’ll be having our first cups of tea in your new premises?”

      • September 6, 2010 at 10:18 pm

        [As soon as I get the bloody card again…!]

        “Not too long, I hope. I have gathered the furnishings I will need — often second-hand, but I know how to sand and varnish and paint and make them as lovely as brand-new — and my contacts in the Orient made finding a good quantity of a selection of teas very easily, and I have stored them in my very best containers so they will be fresh and delightful.” He is nearly beside himself with excitement, so pleased that something of this magnitude has come to fruition.

    • Angel Israfil said,

      September 6, 2010 at 10:10 pm

      [i must say goodnight — thank you for letting me play!]

    • Scarlet O said,

      September 6, 2010 at 10:10 pm

      “Oh heavenly man. I cannot wait to taste all you have to offer.” She sips. “I mean, in tea, of course. The bazaar so does need a tea shop.”

      • September 6, 2010 at 10:20 pm

        He is not nearly so distracted by his fortune that he misses the double-meaning in the first part of Scarlet’s statement, and arches one amused brow.

        “Oh, it does indeed. It does.”

        • Scarlet O said,

          September 6, 2010 at 10:27 pm

          “I think you should find the lot of us in there every morning. And, if you will have it open late, I shall find myself there as the evening wanes…for want of distraction and delightful pastime. You shall be open late, yes?” Her dark eyes twinkle merrily. “One never knows when one may need an invigorating infusion to steam them through their evening pursuits.”

          • September 6, 2010 at 10:32 pm

            “I think certainly it must be open late. So many of us find ourselves getting into or out of so many things in the evening. I will have to find myself some trustworthy help,” he says, grinning, “because I am not willing to sacrifice all of my /own/ evening pursuits for the sake of being a business owner.”

            • Scarlet O said,

              September 6, 2010 at 10:38 pm

              “Of course you shouldn’t give such things up. Oh how delightful your teahouse should be, Mr. Morgan. I should but sit there and absorb the secrets, saving my energy for more fruitful evening endeavors. Truly, this shall be such a boon to me! And…” she shrugs with a smirk, “I simply adore tea.”

            • cl0ckw0rks said,

              September 6, 2010 at 10:38 pm

              “Hear hear,” Merri grins impishly, but does not comment further.

    • curious_fellow said,

      September 6, 2010 at 10:11 pm

      A glass is raised, “Congratulations are in order, my good man! The Masters do offer such apartments at quite the price…”

      • Scarlet O said,

        September 6, 2010 at 10:22 pm

        Scarlet clinks the lip of her glass with Lamont’s, stepping up next to him as she listens to Gabriel Morgan, taking a sip of her wine.

        • curious_fellow said,

          September 6, 2010 at 10:58 pm

          “Scarlet,” he murmurs in soft tones of greeting as she steps up beside him, reaching a hand out as if to request hers, “Might I say that were I a man to court scandal, I would surely be likely to mention the depths to which your lovely dress makes my mind, and morals, sink this evening.”

          • Scarlet O said,

            September 6, 2010 at 11:16 pm

            Scarlet slips her hand into his easily, her usual smile twisting into something more a mix of mirth and scandalous thoughts. “Here – hold onto my hand and you shall sink no further but to my level. But whatever should happen if we dove off together? I shudder to think of the depths to which we might find ourselves.”

            • curious_fellow said,

              September 6, 2010 at 11:56 pm

              Lamont’s fingers brush to her palm as he brings it upwards, meeting her gaze as a kiss is brushed to her knuckles – and then his hand slides in a tangle with her own, dropping down to the side. “Perhaps later, my dear,” he murmurs, “We might find out.”

              • Scarlet O said,

                September 7, 2010 at 12:17 am

                “That, my dear Lamont,” she playfully chides, “would be scandalous. I cannot, in good conscience, support your undertaking of this endeavor. However,” she squeezes his hand in hers, “in bad conscience, I await with a delicious hunger.”

      • September 6, 2010 at 10:23 pm

        “Thank you! Yes — I have invested nearly everything I can toward this endeavor, but I trust it will be entirely worth it, and as I said to Merri recently, I will have a space my friends and associates can use for gatherings whenever they wish.”

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 10:34 pm

          “Well then, Gabriel,” and she smiles to use the familiar name, “you’ll likely find us all lounging in your room for hours on end, speculating endless hours on dreams, the origins of the Masters, the meaning of names, debating philosophy, making and fulfilling assignations… it should be quite the place to be!”

          • September 6, 2010 at 10:44 pm

            I look forward to it entirely. I have managed to stay in the good graces of the constables, somehow, and the neddy men, so I think our space should be free of official prying into what we speak of behind my doors.

  20. Scarlet O said,

    September 6, 2010 at 10:06 pm

    [from threaded conversation earlier]

    Scarlet winks at Merri and says, “Not my best work, but I believe those references could still serve well.”

  21. L.S. Cassius said,

    September 6, 2010 at 10:23 pm

    [I see all that have attended so I though might as well pop in :P ]

    Patters in with a somewhat pained grin and a hand resting on their side. “I apologise for my posteriority, I debated whether to come or not when the messenger bat came.” Their appearance is a tad more dishevelled than usual, but still fairly neat. They are wearing a simpler tweed jacket this time, not as fancy, but better fitting. “I had a little trouble last night, so if I may ask for it, I would please like to know if you have a sip of peach brandy on hand? Or a strong cup of tea, thank-you.” and a brighter grin. “Again I am at a loss to who some of you are, though I am a little better off than at the last salon.” Another look around the room and is amused at seeing a wo-er-ma-er-yes with a muffler. “Also I must say commendations to Ms. Fawkes for her skill, and for finding more leads on her quest!”

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      September 6, 2010 at 10:36 pm

      “I’m afraid I’ve none, though I can certainly tend your wounds, if you’ve need — I did so for the Commodore earlier,” Merri says, moving across the room to hand over some hot tea. “But you are always so late, Cassius! How cruel you are, to deprive most of us of your company, so! Do sit down, Gabriel’s just given us the best news, so we’ve lots to celebrate this evening.”

      • L.S. Cassius said,

        September 6, 2010 at 10:53 pm

        Smiles and takes the offered tea, sitting down in the nearest chair. “Ah it is none to bad m’dear! I had a few ribs cracked, the pain is more the problem. But thank-you for your offer~” Pauses a moment to enjoy the warming effect of the tea. It has been a few moo-er-nights since their last cup, and really there is nothing quite like a nice cup of tea. “I will make a point of attending your next open function at a more congenial hour…I really do apologise.” They frown and try to go back to their cup.

        • Scarlet O said,

          September 6, 2010 at 10:57 pm

          Scarlet turns and directs her attention to Mr. Cassius, someone she has not yet met. Her fingers slide over her wine glass while she listens.

          • L.S. Cassius said,

            September 6, 2010 at 11:09 pm

            Catches her looking and smiles. “Good evening~ I apologise-which I seem to be doing a lot of tonight-but I do not think we have met before m’dear, I go by ‘Cassius’.” They pronounce the ‘i’ as if it were ‘ï’, which it originally was, but the family had long since dropped it. They fell bad for not getting up for a proper introduction, but sitting is probably best for now. They do extend their cup and nod in acknowledgement.

            • Scarlet O said,

              September 6, 2010 at 11:20 pm

              “We have not met, until now, Cassius. I am Scarlet. I have not seen you about the bazaar before. Do you spend your time more in one of the neighborhoods?”

              • L.S. Cassius said,

                September 6, 2010 at 11:34 pm

                “I reside in Spite, though work often keeps me from my lodgings, and more often away from the Bazaar. I am not sure it is really a neighbourhood for a lady of your grace.–Though better than The Flit, I would think.”

                • Scarlet O said,

                  September 6, 2010 at 11:38 pm

                  “Oh, I don’t know. There is some grace in the slipping into shadows, the leaping across rooftops. I am, if anything, an admirer of skill – of various types. What work are you engaged in, Mr. Cassius?”

                  • L.S. Cassius said,

                    September 6, 2010 at 11:46 pm

                    A slightly raised eyebrow, though they find this amusing more than anything. “I work mostly as a detective. I do consulting, or take jobs from diverse sources. There really is a variety. I take on more than just finding people, items, or information however. I also follow other pursuits, some of which are a tad shadier than others m’dear. And just ‘Cassius’ is find, and when more is required I rely on initials, though it rarely is in London.”

        • cl0ckw0rks said,

          September 6, 2010 at 11:02 pm

          “I was teasing, Cassius, surely you knew it,” Merri smiles. “You only met Gabriel today, is there anyone else you do not know? The Commodore and his companion left some time ago… you do know Scarlet, do you not?”

          • L.S. Cassius said,

            September 6, 2010 at 11:20 pm

            “The Commodore! I really do need to be more punctual! I saw some in a muffler leaving, was that his companion? I did not recognise them in any case.” A sip of tea. “So this is Miss. Scarlet? I have never met her in person before tonight. I suspect that the gentleman in the truly extraordinary hat is this aliased ‘Lamont’ I have heard of as well. I also know dear Narciso, and Mr. Gylden. Which is better than naught last event!”

      • L.S. Cassius said,

        September 6, 2010 at 10:54 pm

        Looking back up. And trying to change the topic as they feel embarrased and a bit bad “I am afraid I have just become known of Mr. Morgan today, may I ask what this fantastic news is?”

        • September 6, 2010 at 10:59 pm

          “Ah, there are still people about… do not worry about the hour,” he says, gently. “I have gathered the amount required to lease a home at the Bazaar, with a storefront, which I intend to turn into a teashop, both to ultimately recoup my expenses, and to give my friends and associates a place to spend their time.”

          • L.S. Cassius said,

            September 6, 2010 at 11:26 pm

            “And for that I am thankful. That -is- wonderful news! Though tea is almost always wonderful news~ I hope that I may attend whenever you have set-up. And being a friend of Ms. Fawkes; I trust you won’t pluck so much as other Bazaar tea sellers.” A teasing laugh. Being at these events is a very welcome change from the stricter salons, or the Spite taverns.

            • September 6, 2010 at 11:30 pm

              [Pluck?]

            • Scarlet O said,

              September 6, 2010 at 11:36 pm

              “The tax on the items at the Bazaar is dreadful, I agree.” She glances between Cassius and Mr. Morgan. “Mr. Morgan – shall you only offer tea?”

              • September 6, 2010 at 11:59 pm

                What would you suggest?

                • Scarlet O said,

                  September 7, 2010 at 12:20 am

                  “I was only wondering if you were to offer other beverages or toothsome treats. Coffee, for example.”

                  • September 7, 2010 at 12:37 am

                    Coffee is an excellent idea, and of course there will be alcohol for the private evenings. There are days when tea will not suffice after a very long evening and coffee must be had if one is to move beyond utter lethargy.

                    Hmm. I am reasonable at cooking, but when I look for staff perhaps I will have to find someone who is capable of making the sorts of biscuits and other such things people are fond of having with their tea and coffee, and we will need food for the private evenings… Thank you for reminding me.

            • September 6, 2010 at 11:45 pm

              “Certainly you will be welcome. I enjoy getting to know new people, and the charge for friends or friends of friends will be very modest. Strangers, of course, will pay the inflated Bazaar prices and make up for it.” The last he says with a sharp smile, lacking any real fondness for the cream of society who spend their time loitering in fashionable shops to be Seen.

              • L.S. Cassius said,

                September 7, 2010 at 12:18 am

                A laugh. Which causes them to grasp there side as they had forgotten briefly about their ribs. If only they had known that Frank could move so fast…Really it -was- foolish to try to fight them. Still there was a slight pride that the box was still theirs. It takes a moment to regain composure. “I will do my best to be more sociable so not to risk becoming a stranger then!” Tea is one of the few pleasures Cassius frequently takes, but with work being as it is, it hasn’t been daily. This must be remedied.

                • September 7, 2010 at 12:31 am

                  He is more than familiar with all types of wounds and watches their reaction when they laugh. “I carry the tincture with me, if you would like some to ease the pain of…” He looks at them again, head cocked, a slight frown. “A few broken ribs.”

                  He reaches into one of the innumerable pockets hidden in his clothing and produces a small flask with the F.F. Gebrandt logo stamped on it.

                  • L.S. Cassius said,

                    September 7, 2010 at 12:46 am

                    “Yes.” Gladly they accept the gift. “I usually prefer partaking peach brandy. I find that this” takes the lid off and measures. “causes me stranger than usual dreams, even with the correct dosage. But this shall make things much more agreeable. I am in your debt~” Leans their head back and tosses the dose down and then a quick swig of tea. Awful stuff but it works. “Many thanks.” as they clear the hoarseness and hand the flask back.

                    • September 7, 2010 at 12:52 am

                      He tucks it back into his pocket, to be refilled later. “One never knows what may happen. I try to be prepared, particularly as I seem to spend too much of my time with poorly trained assassins chasing after me.”

                      He smiles a little wryly. “I wonder if I will gain the reputation of being the impromptu doctor amongst my friends, as I also carry bandages and a wound salve I developed… Though when it comes to stitchery, my companion is more skilled in that than I am.”

                  • L.S. Cassius said,

                    September 7, 2010 at 1:00 am

                    “It is always good to be prepared. I must start carrying my own supply with me…And get more pockets.” A laugh as they can feel the pain easing. “I had Jasper & Frank-do you know of them?-come to me for a conversation. …I did not know that Clay Men could move so fast.” The tea is now gone sadly, so they rest the cup on their knee. “Many thanks again.” And curiously. “Your companion?”

                    • September 7, 2010 at 1:14 am

                      “Oh, yes. We’ve conversed. I’ve also hauled Jasper back to the Bazaar when he’s wandered off. Very difficult to catch.”

                      Glancing around the room and noting them largely alone in it for the moment, he fetches the tea service and refills their cup and places the cream and sugar within easy reach.

                      “My companion. Sevashke [seh-VAHSH-kay]. We have been largely inseparable since childhood, though I’ve no idea where he’s been this evening. Too busy to come hunting goat demons with me, /or/ go socializing, ridiculous man.”

                      [he is @myowndamnname and if we continue this, we should probably start a new thread at the bottom since this one is getting shoved off to the side]

      • L.S. Cassius said,

        September 6, 2010 at 10:55 pm

        [I need to check Twitter more often, I usually hear about these events several hours after they have started because I don’t check it D: ]

  22. cl0ckw0rks said,

    September 6, 2010 at 11:14 pm

    [Okay kids — time for me to begin to shut down for the night. You needn’t stop playing though! Have fun, just pretend Merri is off doing something else for a bit. Good night!]

  23. L.S. Cassius said,

    September 7, 2010 at 12:54 am

    [Well sadly my androgynous detective and me are off until later. I have been requested by a friend to “come save my life from boredom!” so I have to catch an early bus to go play Warhammer lol BUT I will be back :)

    If people don’t have me on Twitter feel free to add ‘Lady_Noremon’ or just look up ‘L.S. Cassius’ on teh Facebook.

    Thank-you again for being fantastic! :D]

    • L.S. Cassius said,

      September 7, 2010 at 6:48 pm

      [back -far- later than expected D: Buses were silly late both ways and am just getting home now :( New thread as WP has problems with threading and smushing]

      Thankfully pulls the tea over. “I am very much in debt to you this evening Mr. Morgan! How will I ever go about repaying you?” Cassius like to repay their favours, even those from friends. Too easily can something simple be brought-up later. They lean back farther, stretching their legs out and crossing their ankles.

      “I have never been, but goat hunting sounds like something not to be missed. Maybe I will meet this ‘ridiculous’ gentleman sometime at a future event?” A bright smile.


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