♔ douze || now i am indeed queen

[ensorceler]

[Allies & Friends]

Though it is not the way of things, mayhap that is why it will be entirely appropriate in this new realm. This is a prodigious day for myself; indeed for all of England. Whether or not you are loyal to the English crown and country, should you be loyal enough to me as a servant, an ally, or even a friend, I would welcome you to a simple supper I will be having to honor the day His Majesty the King bestowed upon me my crown. Should you choose to come, we will partake before dusk in the castle's own dining hall, where I am most apologetic to inform that no animals will be permitted within for the time being.

~ Anne Boleyn

[ She can't even say 'the day I was made Queen of England', or sign as Anne the Queen, alas her loss foiling everything for her. Regardless, anyone who she thinks is worth inviting will have an invitation delivered to them. ]

[/Allies & Friends]

[ ooc; If you aren't sure if your character would qualify, just PM me and I will say. Plus ones are welcome heck even party crashers are welcome. HERE is the thread for the supper (pile onto character threads/threadjack ahoy)! Elizabeth will be missing, which Anne will investigate afterward. :( ]

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[ensorceler]

[ While Anne took a personal investment in handling the preperation of this supper, the two ghosts she had nervously gotten to help her seemed to do more of the hands-on labor. It's hardly out of superiority this time, either, as she is still just injured enough to have trouble. Her left arm remains mostly unused, though she has since shunned her sling, and when she walks she must unfortunately use a crutch to keep the weight off of her right leg. The bandages about her face have since been removed, though some very light bruising remains around her right eye and temple. In her opinion it all ruins the royal effect of her ensemble, which is a purple and gold dress that's lined with both pearls and diamonds, as is the gold french hood pulling her hair back. She most definitely changed in between setting up and greeting people.

Laid out along the large table is roast rabbit with bread sauce, lamb stew with onions and leeks, baked salmon with a sugar glaze, and for dessert there's spiced custard and strawberry tarts. There is also, of course, an endless supply of spiced wine, white bread and cheeses, with dates to accompany for snacking. For any seeking vegetables, they'll probably have to find them scattered among the meat dishes.

Though she is celebrating her English coronation, she knows it has nothing to do with Paradisa and that none here would think so, so she makes no speech for herself or even her king this time, only thanking everyone and of course God for such pleasant company. But she has been more subdued than usual since everyone's visit to space, at least in certain cases. ]

[ ooc; This is a catch-all thread for arriving or stuffing your face or arguing with someone about what clouds are made of. I encourage threadjacking, since this is a group event! ]

[kalinda]

[She's always on time. Early, in fact. You're always on time if you're early.

She's also dressed up. Okay, she's wearing her good skirt and jacket, but still. There's the effort being made.

Here, have a hot babe approaching.]

[ensorceler]

[ One of her favorite hot babes! Although Anne may have been distant since everyone's returned, she still enjoys the woman's company enough to be happy to see her. She'll get a kiss on the cheek in greeting. ]

Welcome.

[savethedarkness]

[M arrives promptly five minutes early, herself, and gives Kalinda a polite smile. ladies in smart skirts and dress jackets unite]

Good evening.

[willrememberthat]

[Clementine is here! It's been some time since she's seen Anne, but the anniversary of a queen becoming a queen is pretty important. Pigtails, a dress, and cute shoes were fixed up for the occasion, too.

She's clearly hesitant when she arrives. There are probably going to be a lot of fancy adults.]

[rightchoices]

[ Lee will be right behind her, dropping one hand lightly atop her head when they arrive. He's pretty nervous himself, but her anxiousness makes him smile fondly. ]

Hey, relax. We're here to have fun, right?

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler hasn't dressed especially fancy, because trying to get your cast around fancy clothes is just a no-go. So, he'll be wheeling himself around in the chair Cass stole for him, trying some food and generally trying to avoid people as always]

[ensorceler]

[ Anne might be quick to ask Kalinda to help move a chair any time the Once-ler feels like moving himself, but otherwise she doesn't wish to make him feel any less of a man. She herself only just recently kicked her wheelchair to the curb, although she still needs it for long distances.

Considering how their last 'talk' went, Anne assumes his silence is because he fears she's still mad at him, but him showing up in this condition is enough to please her. ]

Master Once-ler, how fares your recovery?

[wolfchild]

Have you no one to push your chair for you?

[ s'up dude. ]

[findatree]

[Ted is always up for visiting Anne-- er, her Majesty the queen. And he's happy to know that she's feeling good enough to hold a supper for people. The food looks delicious! The longer he stays here the more he grows used to actual food, but it's still mouth-watering. He picks up the roast rabbit with curiosity]

What's this?

[ensorceler]

[ Anne glances to what he's talking about as she takes a sip of wine. ]

That is rabbit. Do you not like the flavor?

[unexpected_adventures]

[Bilbo could not say no to an invitation for a nice supper. Hobbits enjoyed good cuisine and good company, so this sounded like the best idea yet. He had donned his best waistcoat and jacket, as this was going to be a pleasant affair. Nothing like eating with the dwarves, the scruffy lot.

Although, he did miss being with Thorin and company. Their manners was atrocious, but the company was welcome. He made his way to the supper party in good time, as he stepped into the room. He felt smaller than usual, as it seemed to grand and large.]

[bronwe]

[ As has Frodo, all in bright green waistcoat and his best trousers. The few times he has been in the audience of one as grand as a queen were unfortunate events when he was glad to even have all his limbs attached, so he takes this chance to show that he can pay proper respects if necessary.

Not that it stops him from eating his fill, politely enough. ]

Bilbo, you must try this tart!

[wolfchild]

Are you another of those--hobbits?

[ It takes her a moment to remember what Frodo called himself. Hobbits are all dwarves to her. She never got to see Tyrion Lannister's feet; for all she knows, they might be hairy too. ]

[snowstorms]

[Jack turns up fashionably late. He's wearing some kind of blue old-style tunic similar to the May Day ball, since Anne is royalty and he likes playing games, but he's still woefully barefoot. As he saunters into the hall with his shepherd's crook resting against his shoulder, frost blooms beneath his feet. His grin, however, is warm.

He looks approachable at the table, though he isn't touching the rabbit. That's a little weird, man.

Also, anything he passes down the table might end up frozen.]

[savethedarkness]

[M finds that last bit out the hard way as she frowns at her plate of salmon]

What in the hell --?

[wolfchild]

[ Arya notices the icing. Or rather Nymeria does and Arya looks just in time to rescue her rabbit. She lifts the plate above her head as if that might save it; Nymeria watches it and gives a plaintive whine. ]

Jack!

[ensorceler]

[ She will most certainly laugh, so long as it's done to other people. For herself, well, there are limits. She is the guest of honor this time. ]

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond pauses in the doorway, taking a moment to straighten his cufflinks. A pretense, of course, as he surveys the room and its occupants. He is, of course, impeccibly dressed... even if he had to swallow his pride and ask M to assist him with tying his tie thanks to his new loss.

Content with his quick assessment he steps into the room, in no rush as he crosses directly to Ann to give her the proper greeting the event deserves. He gives her a bow]

Your Majesty.

[For the remainder of the evening he'll be sitting at the table, content to enjoy his food and watch the rest of the guests. This is his first gathering since his untimely demise. He may seem cool and collected but he's still vaguely unsure about large groups, hesitant to take the chance that whatever had effected him on the Event Horizon may return. He keeps his face pleasantly neutral as he nods greetings to anyone nearby and sips his drink.]

[savethedarkness]

[M, for one, is glad to receive the invitation - not just because of her duty to Queen and country, but because to her, it is a sign that Anne is recovering from the terrible things that happened to her. she's not entirely sure what one brings to a jubilee dinner - she wasn't personally invited to Elizabeth II's golden one, after all - but she likes to think she knows Anne a little, so she's brought a small box with a gold brooch set with opals. she keeps the box tucked away in her pocket until the appropriate moment, since she knows that not all who were invited would feel obligated to bring something.

she seats herself at Bond's left, and looks over the table with great interest]

This all looks amazing...

[and by amazing she means that no one has prepared food this way for decades where she's from, if not centuries, and it's fascinating. she'll be helping herself to the stew first, since that seems an appropriate start]

[bronwe]

[ The giving of gifts is a noble endeavor in Hobbit custom, which is always preferred to receiving them in the first place. So a mathom is in order.

Frodo can hardly think of anything even suitable for a queen, ale and pipe-weed seem too common, but he figures she might enjoy simpler pleasures too (or have the courtesy not to refuse it): a large leather-bound book in yellow and a silver clasp to keep it closed. Empty since the words should be hers. He hovers by the sides until he sees that she is unoccupied for long enough to entertain a hobbit before scurrying closer. ]

[wolfchild]

[ In a simple white tunic embroidered with gold at the hems (a gift from Lucrezia) and accompanied as always by her direwolf (fur clean and soft for once after Arya successfully jumped on her to groom her), Arya stakes out a place for her own.

Nymeria does a good job of intimidating most people away just by existing. Arya likes it that way. She would not have come at all, but for the necessity to play nice and, of course, the guarantee of food.

Most of her meat disappears courtesy of Nymeria. The wolf lies down at her feet and Arya drops pieces on the floor by her that Nymeria gulps down in an instant.

Arya kicks her feet while she sips at her wine. ]

[sworn]

[How could she pass up an invitation to another of Anne's celebrations? The answer is she couldn't. In fact, if anything she's glad that someone can try to find some cause for merriment after last month's trials.

No fancy dress for Vereesa, but she is wearing her full armor and tabard. It's good enough for the Alliance king, it's good enough for this Earthen queen.]

[uncurse]

[ emma doesn't really make a habit of dressing up, or wearing dresses in general. but it's anne's party, and anne's dress code, and she has a feeling meeting the queen of england in jeans and a leather jacket would be met with ... distaste. so, she's clever enough to find herself a dress on short notice.

she doesn't take the time to do anything different with her hair, though, and is visibly out of practice with the accompanying heels. which makes her relieved when she hits her seat and kicks them off under the table, but not so great before that when she makes a point of seeking out anne to greet her with a six-pack of beer (some unidentifiable brand that she assumes is brewed in paradisa).

let it never be said emma swan doesn't keep her promises.

henry's come along with her, as well, because emma couldn't deny him the opportunity, when he so loved exploring and experiencing new things, to meet anne boleyn. hell, maybe the kid would learn something about history, since school didn't seem to get much play time here. ]

[unhand]

[Hook is dressed in his usual leather and jewels. It's served him well enough with all the other queens he's met. Anyway, he wasn't actually invited, so he supposes it doesn't much matter what he wears. He'd simply tagged along when Emma left.

When he sees all the food, he's glad he came. This is the sort of feast men like him only see rarely, and even Hook, who's lived several lifetimes, has rarely come across this much fine food at once.

Which means, of course, that he'll immediately start to taste things. May as well sample everything while he's here.]