First of Spring Party

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

When; Monday, March 21
Where; The Palace Gardens
Rating; No higher than PG? Just good clean fun for the whole family.
Characters; primrosella and any of the ten million people she talks to! (Yes, this means you.)
Summary; It's Rosella's Oh-Boy-I'm-A-Spinster 20th birthday! And it wouldn't be a proper birthday without a party.
Log;


It only seems fitting, really, that a party celebrating the first day of spring (and, coincidentally, a girl named after a flower) should be held in a garden.

Tucked away from the omens and turmoil outside the Palace walls, the garden is perhaps best likened to a small spot of sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day. The decorations are simple, but tasteful: clusters of fresh flowers, white tablecloths, a garland or two for effect. To one side of the area sits a buffet table fairly covered in all sorts of treats and favors, with tea, coffee, and punch available as beverages; nearby, a scattering of tables and chairs wait at the ready for any guests interested in sitting down for a snack or a chat. For added effect, and to cater especially to those guests who, like Rosella, have a renowned sweet tooth, a handful of chocolate fountains also decorate the tables, each with its own small bowl of fruit and skewers at the ready.

On the other side of the garden, a portable dance floor waits for eager guests to put it to use. The music for the occasion is an eclectic mix, largely thanks to Sam Witwicky's influence (and the fact that the stereo and most of the CDs used to be his). There is, however, plenty of room nearby if a set of live performers should conveniently happen to appear; Rosella may not have planned for them, but as it turns out, Rosella's not the only one planning this party.

...Which is likely why a good-sized table seems to have miraculously appeared a short distance from the dance floor, gradually collecting colorfully-wrapped presents that could only be intended for a birthday, and why all of the simple, manageable preparations Rosella has made for this occasion mysteriously seem to have been cranked up to eleven. But whoever could be behind such a thing? How wonderfully strange.

Welcome, guests! Welcome, spring! And joyeux anniversaire, Rosella. ♥


[OOC: It's a birthday party! Feel free to assume you received an invitation if you've had basically any contact with Rosella before, and mingle, threadjack, shenanigize--tl;dr, have fun!]

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[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Cain, meanwhile, has just arrived himself and is putting on rather a bit of a show of looking for Rosella.

Behind him there seems to be someone dressed, well, a bit like a baker or a pastry chef, following along patiently, waiting for a word.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Rosella, for her part, is standing near the center of the garden, surveying the grounds with both wonder and bemusement. Yes, this is the party she'd planned, of course, but there's something bewildering about the whole business--did she really arrange for this many flowers, and all those treats, and all that...well, everything? Where did that extra table come from? Are those balloons?

What in the world is going on here?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

"Rosella," he called, hurrying up to her in as dignified a performance as he could put on. "There you are. I was stopped at the gate just as I was coming in. There's a delivery for you."

[thenormalsquint]

Really, the City is just set out to ruin a person's day with its ridiculous omens and burning books and whatever else it can think of, but today is Rosella's birthday. Angela still doesn't know her too well, but a party is a party and a girl only turns twenty once, so screw all the bad stuff for a couple of hours.

Entering a half hour after things get hopping, Angela quietly places a wrapped gift on that mysterious gift collecting table before heading into the thick of things.

And just as planned, she wastes no time camping out by a chocolate fountain, dipping all the strawberries she can find into the sweet flowing liquid. This was the best idea ever.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

The chocolate fountains were a great idea, and it's clear that Angela isn't the only one who thinks so; it seems Rosella can't go more than ten or fifteen minutes without ducking over to one and spearing herself a strawberry or three to snack on as she mingles. She's been doing her best to spread herself out, though, so as not to monopolize any one fountain, and when she notices Angela enjoying herself by one of them, she decides she might as well kill two birds with one stone and make that one her next target, herself.

"Hello, Angela!" she says cheerfully as she heads over, delighted to see a good idea put to great use. "Happy first of spring! And how are you today? Enjoying yourself, I hope?"

[thenormalsquint]

Angela holds up her right hand, palm facing Rosella, as she devours another strawberry. Talking with your mouth full is rude, but even worse, this dessert is far too delicious to take a break from.

"Don't you mean happy birthday to you?" Angela replies with a mischeivious smile as soon as her mouth is free. She has to give Rosella credit for attempting to throw herself a party without actually throwing herself a party. This girl is smart.

Gift-Unwrapping | Open to Police for Doom!Jacket Shenanigans

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

At some point, well into the afternoon, Rosella finds herself persuaded (not that it took much effort, really) to open up a few of the presents waiting for her on the gift table; equal parts embarrassed and flattered, she finds herself a seat by the table and proceeds to oblige, reaching for a few of them in no particular order.

One of the boxes she happens to choose is rather large, clothing-sized, and wrapped with a pretty pink ribbon, and she settles it in her lap as she looks for the tag. "And this one is..." she begins, tilting her head with a slight frown as she realizes there is none to be found. "...well, I suppose it's meant to be anonymous, then. Well, thank you, whoever you are!"

Making short work of the paper and ribbon, she carefully lifts the lid to find a leather jacket (http://i669.photobucket.com/albums/vv60/Fortunes_Wings/Polychromatic/Birthday%202011/alexander_mcqueen_powder_blue_leather_biker_jacket.jpg), which brings a sudden smile to her face as she holds it up for crowd perusal. "Oh, it's a jacket! And a modern one, too, thank you so very much! Really, it's just lovely."


[OOC: Police force muns, here's your doomjacket thread! Go nuts. ♥]

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[doujin-dork.livejournal.com]

Hiyori joins her at the table among a small crowd, and watches her. The jacket looks pretty nice. She is excited to see Rosella's reaction to her gift (http://www.strandbooks.com/product/musical-instruments-through-the-ages), but it's not really the most important thing. It's nice seeing Rosella so happy. Which, of course, she always appears to be, but she's been sad over people leaving for a while, something that Hiyori is all-too familiar with.

It is a very nice party, however. "It looks nice."

Open:

[wandbreaker]

Of course Edmund is there, and he's currently holed up next to the desserts, because he loves sweets, for one, and secondly, it's not as though there aren't enough for him to eat until he gets a stomachache. There will even be leftovers for everyone else!

He dropped off his gift at the gift table and so it's not as if he totally neglected Rosella's birthday, of course.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

And of course, if Edmund is staking out the dessert table, then it won't be long before Rosella encounters him, since it's not as though she can keep herself away from all those sweets for any particularly long period of time. But she waves when she sees him, trotting over with a smile on her face to say hello.

[wandbreaker]

He smiles when he sees her, giving her a good natured wave first, before he consumes a piece of cake. It's just the way these things go, and he approaches her with a smile. "Happy birthday," he says, first, as if to get it out of the way. "You certainly do know how to throw a party, don't you?" He gestures to the cake table.

There is nothing more important than cake.

Open | Replies from Suzaku and Euphie

[deadly_legacy]

Suzaku and Euphemia arrive together, each dressed nicely with Euphie doing her best not to over dress for the occasion. They come bearing a sapphire necklace in a neatly wrapped box for the birthday girl.

Euphie gazes about the crowd eager to introduce people to Suzaku, so he can reacquaint himself with The City.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

It isn't long before Rosella manages to spot the two of them; she is the hostess of the party, after all, and she's doing her very best to make her rounds and visit with each of her guests along the way. She knows Euphie a little, mostly from the fact that they have several acquaintances in common, and of course she can't help but recognize Suzaku when only a few weeks ago they were, er, traveling to Oregon together.

She walks over, smiling, and greets them both with a wave. "Hello! Happy first of spring! It's so lovely to see you both, and thank you so much for coming!"

[deadly_legacy]

"Hello. Happy birthday!" She smiles at her fellow princess and actress—heavy on the former. "Thank you for having us, Rosella. Everything is so lovely."

Open;

[horrible-protag.livejournal.com]

Hammer saunters into the area of the dance floor. He is, indeed familiar with some of the songs, although they are not all to his taste. It matters little, as he will be dancing with the undoubtedly vast amount of women that have been invited to the party. Making sure to have a special dance with the birthday girl.

He looks around to try and catch her eye to invite her to such a dance now. Perhaps they could start getting the shier guests in the mood for some classy partying. Which will hopefully lead to Hammer getting in some not-so-classy partying later.

Meaning sex.

[OoC: Also, screw you, I'm hungry now.]

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

The one sure place to look for Rosella throughout this whole event is near the buffet table; even if she's not there at the moment, she won't be able to stay away for long--there are simply too many treats waiting to be sampled. And indeed, she's there now, sneaking herself another helping of chocolate mousse and looking terribly pleased with herself as she does it.


[OOC: Hahaha I'm not sorry. :D]

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[mumbled_truth]

It shouldn't be any surprise that Todd is quietly sitting at one of the tables. It may be some surprise, though, that had_not_lived is sitting still in one place across from him. Of course, it's simply that it's early enough that the other boy hasn't decided that they have to get up and make the rounds yet, making sure to talk to everyone they know and meet everyone they don't.

Todd appreciates the accommodation, really. While few things are as important to him as his friendships here in the City, equally few things are as intimidating to him as the kind of crowds that parties like this attract. So, for as long as he can manage, he'll sit at the table, content to pick at some of the sweets and dip fruit into the chocolate fountain. His sweet-tooth isn't quite as widely known, but it is quite the powerful motivator, now that he has the freedom to satisfy it.

He did, of course, leave his gift in a neat and simply wrapped package on the designated table. (Thus picked because, no matter how much time passes, he will always remember that their friendship was first forged as Demetrius and Helena.)

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

The part that's really no surprise, in Rosella's opinion, is that Neil and Todd are together when she finally spots them; they're nothing short of inseparable, in her mind, and so where one is, the other is sure to never be far away. Which is so much the better, really, since it means she gets to greet two friends in one, and she heads over to their table to do exactly that.

"Hello, Neil! Hello, Todd!" she says happily, waving as she approaches. "I'm so glad to see you! What do you think of the party?"

She is, after all, still a little hesitant about her own prowess at the task of planning such an event, and there's really no opinion she values more than that of these two on the subject.

[deadly_legacy]

A wild Euphemia appears at your table. What do you do?

"Todd, Neil, it's so good to see you both." She beams sweetly at the two boys. "How have you been?"

[fatespoken]

Amory hovers at the periphery of the party, separated from the cheer of the milieu by his subdued demeanor. When Rosella is finally alone, however short those minutes may be, he approaches her with a brief tap on the arm and a limp turn of a smile. A dark blue package rests between his fingers, tied with silver ribbon and adorned with a white card, the name 'Rosella' written in neat, cursive script. Inside are two tomes, both familiar and alien.

"Happy Birthday," Amory congratulates her quietly, warming his words up with a brighter grin.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

"Amory!" she exclaims in pleasant surprise, turning to face him fully in response to the tap. She's genuinely happy to see him; their recent conversations hadn't been the most...cheerful, to say the least, and so it's a nice change of pace to see him out and about and smiling instead.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that the secret is out," she continues, looking a little sheepish. "And thank you, it's so nice to see you! Are you having a good time?"

Music Area: Open

[guignolsong.livejournal.com]

As he glanced around the garden as it began to fill with people, Lucille tucked a loose strand of hair away from his face, glancing down at the sheet music in his hand. Once he was sure he was prepared, he straightened his clothes and took up his position. The peculiar little music box had stopped playing, and they had been told to start off with something slow for people to dance to. Of course, their orchestra wasn't famous for nothing, and even with only two members, they were sure they could please the party guests.

"This is a good deal more elegant than our usual stage." he commented, glancing over at the violinist before smiling. "Try to behave yourself Kohaku."

[violence-violin.livejournal.com]

Kohaku was done tuning his violin. Not that there would've been very much to correct, he played so often that the instrument never really got a chance to lose it's tuning more than a very little bit.
He was also observing their envriroment. Playing for such an audience sure was new. It was purely for people's amusement, without the deeper meaning of destroying guignols.

At Lucille's words the violinist gave an annoyed huff nd rolled his eyes. "As long as I don't get provoked...And besides, if I recall right it's you who likes to run off during concerts and such."

forever late . _ .

[ms-marycontrary.livejournal.com]

Merry had come in with Cain-- rather, Cain and his whole entourage of people that would excessively spruce up Rosella's already extravagant party. She still didn't quite understand the whole reason behind bringing them, but Cain was Cain, and he did rather strange things from time to time that had a logical explanation in the end. So she let him be, wandering towards the gift table to drop off the present in her purse.

The first box was a small rectangular thing, wrapped in silvery blue paper and topped with a silver bow. The second was larger, and oval-shaped-- easily recognized as a hat box. Merry set down the two gifts and tucked a birthday card underneath them before trotting off to visit one of the chocolate fountains. Hopefully Rosella would be able to open them soon. She couldn't wait to see how she liked them.

And hopefully the party would go off without a hitch, as well. The tarot reading from several days ago was still at the forefront of her mind.

never too late, bb! <3

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

"Merry!" Rosella called upon spotting the other girl, waving cheerfully as she made her way across the garden. "Oh, there you are. How nice to see you! Are you having fun?"