THE "VERY BREATH OF SPRING" PARTY; OPEN

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

When; Daytime, March 21st
Rating; PG
Characters; EVERYONE~
Summary; Is that loveSpring I smell in the air~?
Log;

Two tall white curtains cover the entrance to the tent that has been set up in Xanadu. It looked small enough from the outside, but it was unexpectedly light and bright from the inside. The ceiling of the tent has been made to look like a clear blue sky dotted with thin clouds here and there. A myriad of pastel-colored flowers cover certain areas of the tent.

You would be graciously forgiven for thinking you were still outside.

On several curtained stalls were chefs preparing finger foods for anyone to take, while waiters and waitresses circled the place with trays of decadent drinks; forget the 12 PM rule and indulge yourself. Most of the guests have already arrived in bright-colored attires, drinks in hand and chattering away with strangers and friends alike.

In one corner, a group of musicians perform Classical pieces; all happy and celebratory, of course. There were to be no dancing today, but talking was very encouraged --as well as appreciating the beauty of nature.

It was hard work organizing everything in record time after the unexpected curse day yesterday, and Blair thought to herself that she would love some hard drinks after this.

She has had less than four hours of sleep last night, but it surely did not show; such was the miracle of under-eye cream. Meticulous hair, polished make up, and a checklist in hand, she was dressed like a mannequin with her Christopher Kane, Louboutins with a Judith Leiber piece. Nothing overly glamorous today, but she did not stop herself from adding a little something.

Pour te prouver mon amour, que veux-tu que je te donne?

She ticked off the final item and made a sigh of relief; Finally. There was a reason why Blair Waldorf always had a back-up plan, after all. Nonchalantly, she handed the checklist to a passing waiter then screened the crowd for the highly-anticipated guests of the day.


[ooc; and party it out, y'all~ ♥]

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[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

Arthur arrived a bit early just to make sure that Blair could check over how he put on the suit. Armor was far more involved and complicated with the suit but he had experience putting that on. As it was he had spent far, far too long getting the tie correct. Still, it seemed important to Blair.

Not that Arthur didn't have his own motivations of course. He genuinely liked spending time with Blair and was eager to see her. The prince was in what was explained to him was a very stylish, very expensive black suit and tie with a white shirt. It looked very similar to any number of suits he had seen men in the City wear. Again, Blair assured him it was fit for someone of his station. The only concession he had made was that he wore his sword as his left hip.

When he saw Blair he gave a small smile that turned into a very big smile. She looked amazing. She looked in her element.

"It's a good thing I did bring my sword," he said. "I'm going to need to fight for the right to be your escort tonight."

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

"Arthur!"

Blair turned to him with an equally wide smile. Easily coming up to him, she smoothed a small crease on his shoulder. He did look good in a suit, plus it must have taken him hours to get that tie perfect, knowing how clumsy he was with it just the other day. She fixed a stray strand of his hair back in place, quite enamored by his eyes in the process. My, they are pretty.

"You look amazing." He may not be as much in his element as she was, but he certainly looked the part. The sword was a nice touch, plus the line of course. "I think you've won your right when fixing up your tie." She loosened it about his collar a little; he was trying hard, she knew, but he looked like he could barely breathe.

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

Arthur felt a bit self conscious as Blair brushed at his collar and straightened his hair but welcome for the contact all the same. Besides, overall she seemed rather pleased about it all which is what he was hoping for anyways.

At her compliment he ducked his head just a bit. When she loosed his collar he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Thank you," he said. "That feels much, much better."

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Blair giggled at his comment. His naivete charmed her more than she thought it would. She had believed that girls always liked the bad boys better; the jaded and secretive ones. But she liked feeling comfortable around him, uncomfortably comfortable, if that made sense at all.

Even with her stilettos, she had to stand on her toes a little to press a kiss on his cheek. She hated having to go so slow, but she supposed it was what Arthur would be more used to, and she really didn't want to scare him away.

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

Red. It was the traditional color of spring, what with the robin's red breast and all. Cindy had seen a lot of red and breasts in her day, including her own tonight, clad in a bright red snug off the shoulder number with, of course, with a matching pair of stilettos, her favorite pair.

She definitely stood out from the rest of the partygoers at this party she claimed she wasn't going to attend; but that was her. Cindy bullshitted people everyday and stood out at public affairs. That was her job. It was also her job to stand in the middle of the tent, downing glasses of free champagne. If she was going to suffer through politics today, Cindy wanted to be good and buzzed for it.

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

The kiss on his cheek kept Arthur smiling as he offered Blair his arm. He wasn't entirely sure what he would be doing this evening other than most likely following her around for most of it. This was Blair's event and he had already gotten a glimpse of how everything had to be just so.

"Everything here is absolutely beautiful," he told her. He didn't even want to know how some of the things here had gotten how they are. If he didn't know specifics he could just assume it was all technology and no magic.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

If you had seen Morgana prepare for this party, you would have thought this was the highlight of her year. She had spent hours agonizing over dresses and making herself up and getting herself presentable. But this wasn't because she expected to enjoy herself. No, Morgana was donning a different type of armor and gearing up for war to protect Arthur.

This would be easier if Arthur hadn't left without her. The stubborn, inconsiderate fool.

Morgana swept into the garden, smiling sweetly even as her cold eyes searched the crowd.

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Blair rolled her eyes and made a groan. "It took so much effort to reorganize everything, now I honestly don't feel like a party." What she honestly felt like was sleep, or a hard drink, or a day at the spa. Whichever was more available, but it was obvious that she could not afford to have any of those just yet.

She ignored his offered arm, placing both her own on his shoulders instead. "Can't we just go somewhere alone for awhile?"

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

Blair had needed to be off somewhere else for the moment and left Arthur on his own, not that he needed help. This was not much different from some of the celebrations they had at Camelot, only with less pressure on him.

When he spotted Morgana he immediately headed towards her, happy to see a familiar face. He felt a bit odd though, being in such a strange outfit that the suit was, but he took comfort at the sword that hung on his hip.

"Morgana, it's good to see you," he said, smiling at her.

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

"Well you made it look effortless," he said.

When she placed her hands on his shoulders his eyebrows rose just a bit. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with the contact, far from it, it was just a bit unexpected. At her request though, he smiled.

"Of course we can," he told her. "Wherever you'd like."

[miss-waldorf.livejournal.com]

Blair twitched a smile at that but kept her cool facade.

She would make the first move, but then she didn't know how he would react; she did not like surprises that much. She dropped her eyes, realizing that it was probably not a good move to be cornering him. Letting her hands fall, she just stood there an inch away from him, fingering the lapels of his suit.

"I'm tired." Bravo, Blair, whining would totally earn you points.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Morgana gave Arthur a bright smile, mostly because Blair was nowhere near him. Try as she might, she couldn't shake the memory of last night's dream. Arthur and Blair, kissing by the heather. She reminded herself of what Gaius said, how dreams took things that happened in the real world and shaped them to express subconscious emotions. She did not pry too deeply into what those emotions were.

"Is it?" she asked coyly. "You left the apartment so quickly, I thought you were trying to avoid me." That came out more snappish than she had intended; her dreams always put her on edge.

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

Kara had opted for a simple yet fun green dress (http://i.ivillage.com/BS/springstyleguide/dresses/spring_dress_anntaylor.jpg) with a pair of matching heels. Her hair was also up tonight, a rare occurrence for her. Flying was rarely kind on updos.

She circulated through the guests and made small talk with them and thanked them for coming, as was her job. She spotted the woman in the red dress earlier and had slowly made her way over to her. The City was known for beautiful and striking people but even here this woman stood up. It made Kara feel just a bit self conscious. Going up to the woman she smiled broadly and offered her hand.

"I'm Kara," she said. "Thank you so much for coming."

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

"Then why don't we find you a place to sit down," he said, reaching up to her hands and taking them in his. He held them there for just a moment before letting go of one of them. He held on to the other and started to lead her over to a chair.

"You've got a long night ahead of you and I know for a fact those shoes are incredibly uncomfortable," he said with a smile.

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

"Don't be ridiculous," Arthur said, rolling his eyes at her comment even though the familiarity of her chastising was somehow comforting.

"Honestly, not everything is about you. I wanted to arrive early," he explained. "Since I'm Blair's escort and this is her party I thought it would be good to arrive early."

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Morgana's smile was sickly sweet. "Blair. Of course. Where is she, by the way?"

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

Cindy saw the girl heading towards her as she drained her third glass of the day. She didn't know her from Eve and idly wondered what she wanted when the other female introduced herself.

"Cindy," she replied while mentally giving her approval to Kara's footwear. Cindy could always appreciate good taste. She lightly shook Kara's hand before using that same hand to grab a martini off the tray of a passing waiter. "One of the hosts of this shindig?"

[thefutureking.livejournal.com]

"She's around somewhere," Arthur said, waving his hand a bit dismissively. She had merely said that she had to attend to something and that he should go enjoy himself.

"Did Gwen come?" he asked.

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, Cindy," Kara said.

"And yeah, or at least I work for the host," she said, correcting herself. Blair was the host, Kara was just the glorified gofer. "I don't think anyone but Blair can really claim to be the host."

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

His dismissive tone of voice reassured her. Blair might be trying to pursue Arthur, but he seemed markedly less interested in Blair. A dream is just a dream, she reminded herself.

"She told me to go ahead," Morgana said. "I never did get a straight answer whether she would be coming or not."

[adamantined]

Claire does show up. A bit late, but there's an appearance all the same. Peter is elsewhere, getting her a drink or finding a place to put her coat, or doing whatever it is that uncles do when their nieces throw them into a blazer and demand they escort them somewhere that makes her stomach crawl a little. A lot of this strikes her as trite, still - pretty, but trite. Underneath their feet the clock is still ticking, and there's an election on. But Claire is capable of pretending that she's still seventeen for just a little bit longer: your normal, average, everyday girl.

She at least knows how to dress herself to the point of looking presentable, hair straight and understated. Her father might kill her for the length, but he's not here, and Claire likes heels as much as the next girl, even if she finds herself more prone to sneakers and jeans these days, winding her fingers around drawstrings and the hems of sleeves that fall past her knuckles.

There is a tin box filled with clock-faced cookies in her hands, and she looks as much for a place to set it down as she does for a way to avoid Blair. If she has to buzz in and buzz out, she's alright with that. At least she's swallowed her pride enough for this month. And if she runs into the other girl, well... that's alright, too.

[passionforshoes.livejournal.com]

"I don't think anyone but Blair can really claim to be anything that came up with this idea," Cindy smirked, "She doesn't seem like the type. Nice girl, though."

She knew that much just from a few conversations with Blair and paying attention to her network posts just what kind of girl Blair was. Cindy didn't really give a damn, though. Blair had done nothing to her and was relatively unimportant in the whole scheme of things. Just another Mundy that she happened to switch bodies with.

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

The gala provided a perfect setting for talk on anti-deity based rumors and current Warden election. Luke came stag; not out of concern over Marishka nibbling on guests, but to quietly obtain information on said topics with minimal distraction (not always possible when a comely Bride is about).

Sipping on red wine, the white-clad blond projected a casual air as he slowly circulated the 'room'.

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"The plant designs are actually all from a little boy named Shin," Kara explained. She was rather proud of her friend for doing such a great job. "Or it's the plants designs and Shin just convinced them to grow that way, I'm not entirely sure how it works."

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue adjusts his sleeves, and his cuffs. He's not looking too formal, but he's got a nice long sleeve shirt on and his trumpet at his side, as usual. He still can't get over having two hands; and no heartbeat. Maybe it's a little bit strange, to be dead, and in the City, but there's a relief to it, too. There's still a little bit of melancholy about him - he's whole in body, but his heart is still heavy, but he's not nearly as sad as he was. Death hasn't fixed everything, and time has fixed some things, but his heart will always be something that takes extra long to heal. But the edge is off, and Blue finds that he can smile again.

He decided to come to the party because Blair is his friend; even if sometimes they don't see exactly eye-to-eye. And he's not really tired, even though he feels like he's been squeezed through a tube, in a way.

So he parks himself near the refreshments, and shuffles his feet every once in a while.