061. Royal Orleans

[samson]

[Sometime this morning, an invitation is delivered to every room in the castle. Veterans and newcomers alike, people Brock hates and people Brock begrudgingly tolerates. (And people he likes, too.) For posterity's sake, it also gets pasted in the journal without comment:



Weird???? Maybe. Especially if you know Brock. But it's either a really bizarre prank, or you have an extremely fancy brunch in your future.]

[ooc. brock won't be responding to any journal comments but feel free to threadjack each other. brunch is in in this thread!]

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THE BALLROOM

[samson]

[And at noon, if you should be so curious, there actually is a really fancy brunch set up in the ballroom. There are tables with napkins folded in impossible ways, fine china, and relaxing music playing from… somewhere.

There are tables set up, but you can walk around and mingle instead if you want. There is not a buffet or anything, but ghosts are walking around with plates full of brunch food and drinks (coffee, tea, and a variety of sparkling juices), and they might take requests if you ask. If you're not formally dressed, they will not serve you, though.]

[samson]

[Brock (wearing a tux) can be found in various places in the ballroom, though he seems pretty distracted by making sure everything is perfect. He doesn't seem all that bothered by the fact that he's running a fancy brunch out of the blue, though. More weirdness......]

\o/

[3nterprising]

[It's the perfect excuse for Faye to get up and out of her room, and although the current Faye doesn't know Brock too entirely well, it still seems a tad weird.]

I never would have pegged you to organize a fancy brunch like this.

[samson]

[Brock is distracted by making sure these napkin rings are properly placed; he barely looks up.]

Huh? Yeah, I guess tastes change or whatever.

[3nterprising]

If those napkin rings were any more perfect you'd be a god.
[Her tone is sarcastic. She's slowly getting used to people paying more attention to other things besides her.]

[mal_addict]

[Maladict got the invite and decided she really needed to check this out. After all her best buddy might be having some sort of aneurysm and she had to be there to point and laugh.

Then help him.

Probably.

So, dressed in a tux, she wanders over to bother Brock]

So. This is new.

[samson]

[Brock is currently glaring at a ghost whose tray isn't fully stocked. The nerve!!!]

What do you mean?

[mal_addict]

[She waves to encompass the general space of the ballroom]

Fancy parties. I didn't think they were your thing.

[She leans a little closer, squinting at him, perhaps checking for dilated pupils]

Are you sick? Perhaps lost a bet?

[bro_codebreaker]

[as if Barney would wear anything BUT formal attire. He strolls in a few minutes late and looks everything over]

Not bad.

[samson]

It's a fucking shambles. Ghosts can't do anything right.

[But oh look, it's that... guy...] Were you on like, a really long loss or something?

[bro_codebreaker]

[luckily, he has come so prepared for this conjecture] Yeah, sorta. The castle thought it'd be funny to dump me out in the middle of the Dead Zone. One minute I'm sleeping in my bed, the next minute I'm waking up on a rock in the middle of this creepy field. I spent months trying to get back. Hung with some weird lady who lives in a tree, ran into a couple of kids with awful attitudes ...

I actually ended up finally getting a ride back on - get this - a giraffe. True story.

[gottaknockhard]

[That invitation was disturbing enough for Spike to make room in his busy schedule to see if that isn't code for 'Molotov stabbed me in the eye and locked me in a trunk' or something. It seems more plausible.

Needless to say, he's wearing his same old dingy suit when he tentatively sneaks into the ballroom. One sweeping glance, and he's tempted to slip right back out -- but there's a tray of food attached to a ghost walking by that catches his attention. Maybe he'll just grab that and make a run for it...]

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy didn't know Brock too well, but far be it from him to refuse the chance to eat some fancy food.

He's not dressed in anything different than his usual coat, though, so he's having a hell of a time getting the ghosts to pay attention to him.]

I can't figure this out.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike stares for just a second or two in his direction -- maybe not making the connection of his clothes being what's keeping him from being served. Or that the ghosts are giving Spike the same cold shoulder.]

I think we're all a little lost.

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy isn't making the connection either. For an investigator, he sometimes isn't very alert.

The corners of his mouth turned down, he waves his hand in front of this ghost's... face...... in the area where the ghost would have a face if it had one.]

What's the point of a fancy brunch where nobody gets served?

[lord_wizard]

Spike, it's been a long time. [Brief but rather obvious downward glance.]

...I'm not sure that qualifies as formal attire.

[gottaknockhard]

[Yeah, he's really a wet blanket like that. At least Felix is the one yelling at him and not Brock-gone-mental. There's hope.]

I was hoping nobody would notice.

[lord_wizard]

[He doesn't necessarily care one way or the other. It's not his party, after all. But ribbing people over their wardrobe choices never gets old. Contractual obligation as a gay man, probably]

You don't exactly blend in.

[lord_wizard]

[Formal attire is pretty much a constant for Felix. If he goes out, he sometimes has to dress down. And since the invitation, curious as it is from he can remember of Brock, does not specify what KIND of formal attire, he arrives in his standard ultra-bright coat and waistcoat.

Might as well find the host and see what this is about.]

[kethedammit]

[Mildmay, of course, is in his ceremonial black everything. Black coat, black trousers, you name it, except for his undershirt, he's got it. In black.]

[Life of the party, he is.]

[He looks to Felix.] You know this Brock fella?

[lord_wizard]

[He glances aside at his brother, though most of his attention is on the room]

Only slightly. We have talked once or twice. I'm fairly certain he's been here longer than I have. In any case, this doesn't exactly seem like the sort of social event he'd plan.

[kethedammit]

[Mildmay puzzles over this. Know him or know him or Kethe he wants to not be thinking about this right now.] Then what're you thinking this all is?

[sworn]

[Why is Brock Samson throwing a brunch party? Vereesa has nothing else to do, so she wishes up a [Simple Black Dress] and drops in for a while.

Except she freezes shortly after entering the room, a bit taken aback by just how classy this all is.]

[hatesgoodbyes]

[The crunch of heavy metal on the pretty floor was probably not what he expected, or wanted, but there it was. He had to have seen the Freelancers around before so this wouldn’t be a shock and the dark armor had made it’s rounds here before if there was a whole different version inside it.

Tex looked around with what was undeniably an amused cant of a helmet. She chuckled, a low slightly metallic sound through the voice filter of the suit. This was a fucking trip. And there was the big blond dude she’d been told was throwing this gig…holy crap. He was built like some of the alien life forms she’d heard stories about. Ok, that was hot, seriously hot. Weird but hot.]

Nice party, do you do tea in the afternoons too?

[whistles_the_blues]

[Okay... That's seems odd, Brock doesn't seem like the kind of guy to serve Brunch. Blues is going to go check it out, but he doesn't really do formal wear, or eat for that matter.]