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paradisa2012-09-22 04:05 pm
masqueradeparty) wrote in paradisa2012-09-22 04:05 pm
THE FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN
[the night passes along, the fairies drink more, and no one is brutally and horrifically sacrificed to the blood altar (disappointing, I know). but after several hours of partying, all guests get shuffled out into the garden. the creepy-looking fairy from earlier waves her hand at some hedges, and the branches open up to reveal an entrance to somewhere else--a large glade surrounded by trees. more lights are strung up between the branches, and there are hundreds of beautiful ribbons strung up among the leaves.
the fairies all enter this glade willingly, and characters will soon know why--the smell of delicious food comes wafting through the new entrance. and that aside, there's someone very familiar standing, perched, on one arm of a large, wooden throne at the far end of the glade. he raises his hands, and the fairies fall silent.
it turns out that the silent guy from the party? not actually mute or anything.]
My friends, I am not one for speeches. I will keep this short.
The time of the Summer Court has ended once more, and once again the Autumn Court will have authority over the land... But it would be foolish to act as though ours will remain as well. Very soon we will feel the grip of Winter and wonder where our days have disappeared to.
That is why I implore you--all of you. Do not dwell on our endings, but on what has been given to you in the present. Let us give thanks for what we have, and work hard to keep it close to us while we still have the time. It is not how long we linger that will define us. It is what we accomplish in the time allowed to us that gives us meaning.
[that's all very dramatic and deep and whatnot, but not the tone he wants to end with. he takes a seat on his throne, crossing one leg over the other.]
As such, it's high time we celebrate. Let's kick this thing off with a bang.
[there's an uproar of cheering started somewhere near the edge that spreads through the group like wildfire, and soon--it's a party again.
it's the last post of the event, so have fun!]
the fairies all enter this glade willingly, and characters will soon know why--the smell of delicious food comes wafting through the new entrance. and that aside, there's someone very familiar standing, perched, on one arm of a large, wooden throne at the far end of the glade. he raises his hands, and the fairies fall silent.
it turns out that the silent guy from the party? not actually mute or anything.]
My friends, I am not one for speeches. I will keep this short.
The time of the Summer Court has ended once more, and once again the Autumn Court will have authority over the land... But it would be foolish to act as though ours will remain as well. Very soon we will feel the grip of Winter and wonder where our days have disappeared to.
That is why I implore you--all of you. Do not dwell on our endings, but on what has been given to you in the present. Let us give thanks for what we have, and work hard to keep it close to us while we still have the time. It is not how long we linger that will define us. It is what we accomplish in the time allowed to us that gives us meaning.
[that's all very dramatic and deep and whatnot, but not the tone he wants to end with. he takes a seat on his throne, crossing one leg over the other.]
As such, it's high time we celebrate. Let's kick this thing off with a bang.
[there's an uproar of cheering started somewhere near the edge that spreads through the group like wildfire, and soon--it's a party again.
it's the last post of the event, so have fun!]
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[ He knows she is, but SIGH always sad that muggles don't understand the wonder of quidditch. ]
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Am I supposed to know what it is?
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I suppose not. It's a game though. The best game there is.
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[It's the greatest sport in London's eyes.]
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Much better than shopping.
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[She'll have to see it to believe it.]
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I'd like that.
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Well next time you're free we'll have to arrange for some lessons.
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My name's London, by the way.
[[OOC: Don't remember if they did introductions or not...]]
We'll just pretend they didn't if they did!
James Potter, nice to meet you.
SORRY! ShadoCon ate me this weekend.
James. Well, I'll see you around, James.
It's okay!
You as well, London.
<3
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What a dork. ]