Lafiel's Party (OFFICIAL PARTY THREAD)

[Lafiel]

The Manor of Araluen was alive and humming with life it wouldn't be long till guests would arrive. The sun just setting upon the horizon cast the last of it's warm colours upon the fountain courtyard that led to the steps of the main entrance to the three hundred and fifty room manor that rose up suddenly in the countryside in all of the magnificence and grandeur of eight stories of an architecture of a much older age it's three belvederes finishing the grand structure to it's highest points. The gardens had all been sculpted especially for the occassion the fountain in the courtyard had roses placed alone its base and upon all of its eight tiers.

Lafiel stood in her room on the second floor as she gazed out one of the many tall arched windows to the sprawling countryside leading down to the river as the sun fell slowly behind the forest as night came ever slowly to grace the estate with it's presence. Lafiel was wearing her favourite white dress it had a touch of an older forgotten victorian age one of the many long forgotten ages her father clung dearly to yet for all the dress was victorian in origin it was graced by the beauty of a tailored dress of more recent times and wasn't so constraining the band of red ribbon sash set off the dress nicely it fastened behind a red rose.

As Lafiel looked out upon the horizon her mind went over everything in fine detail. She would go greet the first of the guests as they arrived once the place filled up she would mingle making sure everyone felt welcome and not neglect anyone. Her father had made the rest of preparations there was plenty of alcohol for the people that were inclinde to drink some of the most finest wines and various other delights from all around Sirius only the finest things had made it. There would be servants with various canapes floating about as would there be various forms of entertainment dinner itself was to be a twenty one courses for a grand feast there would also be dancing which although Lafiel enjoyed it she was unsure as to whom she would have to dance with but she put that thought off as it wasnt till after dinner oh and the speech before the end of the night there would be at least three hundred guests it made her nervous she tried to shake it from her mind with the thought of hopefully if she didn't say the right things that everyone would have had too much drink to notice her blunders if any though that did worry her a bit everyone getting to drunk to walk she was glad her father had allowed the guests the options to stay at the manor over night should such fine persons find themselves without the means to leave. Her father had also seen it fit to bring in more servants to wait on people making a compliment of at least two hundred servants and staff if Lafiel recalled the numbers correctly though this didn't account for any of the guards or MI5 personal that suddenly found themselves on duty.

There was a sudden knock at her bedroom door which jolted her from her deep thoughtful mood a warm familiar voice followed it, "Lafiel are you there?" The door handle had began turning as Countess Sophia Mertel Captain of one of Her Majesties ships let herself in. "Sophia!" exclaimed Lafiel forgetting all restraints of nobility as she ran over to Sophia and hugged her like family. Sophia smiled as she suddenly found the younger lady wrapped around her and hugged her back there was something familliar about this she couldn't quite put her finger on it what it was, "Well aren't you are beautiful and stunning this evening an not a spot of make up on you are you out to win a mans heart my dear friend." Lafiel let go and shook her head trying not to look suspicious or blush she had thought about maybe trying to find someone but decided that there was going to be no one present probably that was suitable for her though it was a nice dream she retorted teasingly, "No but I bet you are Sophia." Sophia shook her head and gestured to Lafiel with one hand, "Oh I couldn't possibly try and find a man between my job as captain of my ship and keeping you out of trouble I have my hands full without adding a man into the equation." They both giggled before Sophia spoke the one question Lafiel wasn't wanting to hear, "Are you ready then shall we get going guests are surely to be here soon an I must meet your father I'm amazed I still haven't met him yet." Lafiel replied the nervous anticipation starting to fade away now Sophia was here, "As ready as I will ever be I'm so excited." Lafiel and Sophia left Lafiel's room and headed down the hallway Lafiel twirled as she went excitement kicking in in earnest her long light blonde hair flowing as she went; she called back to Sophia as she went ahead, "To be honest I was rather nervous but I'm really excited now though I'm going to dread giving a speech to all those people." Sophia said encouragingly, "You will do fine I'm sure being nervous is natural but you will do great." Lafiel calmed down sobering suddenly as she saw servants wandering along the lower levels from a view from the grand staircase that led out to a large entrance hall.

Lafiel smiled as she thought to herself and now it all begins.

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// This is Lafiel's dress not Lafiel herself please take note//


// Additional notes if you need to know anything just pm or on skype you all know who you are if your posting in the party thread you can all start now I aim for this thread to go on for as long as we all like anything that happens on the server related to the party doesn't happen anything that happens at the party occurs in this thread were everyone can see and it doesnt become an enormous mess. Thanks everyone enjoy and have fun Lets us all begin the PARTY:Dend of notes//

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[Wellingtons]

I walked through The Manor of Araluen gates well this seems to be the right place as i walked in my offical uniform

"ah countess how delighted i was able to attend" i smiled as i walked in to the most elegantly design home i mutter to my sell now lee don't mess this up while handing the invite to one of the numerous butlers

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Captain Natasha Skylen|The.Goldfinch

[Zapp]

A Templar flashing red lights, as opposed to the normal yellow, sets down on the pad near the estate. Out hops Esther Carson, quickly trying to unbutton her flight jacket and pull on something vaguely resembling a fancy dress. "Bleedin' hell, can't believe I'm missing a good night at a bar for some free food and fancy-shmancy company..."

It was a dress that was simple yet looked nice enough, and practical as well. She slipped on a couple of low-heeled shoes and hustled over to the manor's entrance. First stop, seeing if there was a buffet table.

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[Akura]

Valentine gazed around in awe, he had seen the worst of Bretonia's filthy underworld, but this was something else... He was attending an event of nobility, granted he was in diguise.

He loved his outfit, a long fluffy noble coat and neat dress slacks. Granted they looked ridiculous, he felt quite posh, he had hand-picked his monacle from his victim's closet, and adored his stolen tophat.
The mere though of how awesomely ridiculous he looked amused him to no end.

The decorations probably cost more than he had robbed in his entire life, the food was greater than any Luxury Food transport he had destroyed and the drinks were exquisite!

To be polite, he had decided not to kill anyone. For the first hour or so that is....

[MrHeadphones]

A second templar set down on the landing pad, its approach nearly silent. A ramp slid from its underbelly and Robert Jones stepped out. His normally unruly hair had been combed, and instead of his regular Commander's uniform, he was wearing a well cut suit made of a black material. He strode quickly to the front door, and, reaching into his suit, pulled out the invitation and presented it to the butler. The butler ushered him into the main hall. Jones' gaze flicked around the hall, subconciously picking out potential exits, defensive positions and sniper positions. He was glad to see that several were already occupied by the BAF security team. A pair of ensigns walked up to him, ready to check him for weapons. His eyes met theirs, and they instantly saluted him and backed away. He took a small glass of wine from a servant, and walked slowly towards a group of laughing nobles.

[beunt]

Bridge became anxious as the party opening was getting closer and closer. Being now a lieutenant, he could now assign ensigns to cumbersome tasks like Omega 3 or Stokes lane watch, focusing mainly on management and piracy reports. But no piracy, kusarian assault or blocade runner today, and most of the troubles were induced by overzealous ensigns, or molly activists protesting in orbit of New London, or even Bowex and Gateway traders cordially bitching at each other right in front of the New London-Manchester lane.

When eventually released from duty, he calmly flew back to the Derby and prepared himself. Showered, shaved, cumbed, he felt great in his nice mundane uniform, despite the lack for medals due to his still young career. He then walked to the deck and checked again his paladin. The tech team did a nice work there : his paladin, stripped from its weapons, was conciously washed and now shined under the spots. After the congratulations for this work, he saluted another officer taking of for the very same destination : Cambridge, Manor of Araluen.

The travel was nicely calm along the lanes, and it seems that the low grade scums that sometimes bug the byflyers were all busy elsewere -unless his zealous ensigns proved definitely overzealous by cleaning the way for the numerous officers flying the same direction - . He eventually reached planet Cambridge, which skyes were void of cloud in the evening, and far at the horizon the Manor of Araluem was shining under the naescent moon.

All was perfect. Too perfect actually. After a mental doublecheck, Bridge realized what went wrong.

"Tomoe !"

How could he forget that ? Checking his watch, he realized he was getting horribly late. Pushing the engines to the limit, the shiny paladin broke in a sharp U turn and headed back to the undock ring. Bridge hastly entered the freeport coordinates, cursing himself in expectation of Tomoe's mood, then jumped into the void toward Omega 3.

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[Harcourt.Fenton.Mudd]

Tomoe swore at the idiot as his craft broke up.

Things had been going so well, aside from Martin being late, when some outcast had decided to start talking a bout taxes.

Apparently, the outcast in question was talking about the kind of taxes SHE should be paying HIM.

Several light mortar shots later, the heavily damaged Tridente flew off, with a pack of coursairs in pursuit.

Now where the hell is Bridge.... she thought to herself ........................

About an hour later, although with the teasing it had seemed twice as long for the Poor Lt. Bridge, they arrived at Cambrige just barley in time, although several minutes after the offical starting time.

"Seriously Martin, I know you Bretonians take chivalry seriously, but damnit I got my own ships. I could have just as easily flow here myself. Hell, if I'd gotten the Hinaichago cleard, you could have just docked in the hanger."



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// And Tomoe's Dress. Note: Pic is not Tomoe, just the dress. Minus the flowers. Or that thingey thats draped over her shoulders and goes to the floor.

[Seth Karlo]

Salazar and Serena walked into the estate from the road. Noone noticed them appear, and when they arrived at the door, the smiling butler allowed them in with a flash of the invitation.

Salazar calmly looked around the room, checking to see who there might recognize him closely. Out of all Bretonians, none, with the exception of perhaps Nelson, or one of the Knights of the Realm (And he had killed all but one of them) would recognize him through his disguise, even at close scrutiny.

His doctors had done an excellent job.

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[Trim]

Robert Woodrow came into the room, thankful he was able to get time of from his flight duties. The most noticable thing about him being his bright orange suit, some smirks emerging from the guests, he didn't care, strolling along into the room, as always, alert for anything unusual. Everything was, in fact, rather pleasent, he then saw the countess, heading over to her.

"Ahh countess" He took a low bow "a happy birthday to you, i wish you a healthy and prosperous year"

[Daerune]

Christopher walked in from the forest starting to come upon the manor of Araluen in a fine clothing choice, fine and uncomfortable and restricting clothing, He continued towards the door a little hesitant as walked up, a long scratch from his right jaw down to the middle of his neck, walking up the stairs he would look at the fountain as he passed It the walking in the doors to the manor looking around carefully he would quickly find a table to sit at by his self watching who came in and out looking at Salazar and Serena but not knowing who they nor recognize them. starting to listen to his media player as he waited there alone until things picked up.

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