vatheon | bluh bluh huge ball

Characters: Vatheon
Location: That Castle
Time: Evening, on Sunday
Style: Any
Status: OPEN. Threadjack, threadhop, spam away!

[ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen of Vatheon— whatever your newfound stature may be, Prince, Princess, Knight, or Peasant, you will all receive a message on your SFC on the eve of Saturday regardless:

You are cordially invited to the castle for this evening's ball. In addition, you are all welcome to try and solve the riddle if it fancies you. It just may break the curse!

The invitation is unsigned, but its intentions are clear. Maybe you hadn't quite noticed the sizeable castle in the distance of the city that had sprung up, but this message would surely garner your attention toward it now.

Should you arrive at the castle, plenty of attractions await you:

Ballroom ❧ A very large and beautiful ballroom is lighted up, complete with a playing violin orchestra. While the curtains will be drawn during this event, there is a windowed view and exit on one side of the ballroom that leads to:

Smee's Rose Garden ❧ A broad and colorful spanse of a garden, complete with many paths and turns. Plenty of roses are arranged in great arches, which provide perfect little places should you need some privacy with your sweetheart. Anyone familiar will even tell you that the garden was purposefully designed for just that sort of thing.

The Riddle ❧ There is an inscription located on a noticeable plaque set in one of the garden's benches. It reads:

Two are necessary to break this curse
Riled up, upset, what kind of love?
Only this kiss will stop it from getting worse.
Look for a winged one is push comes to shove,
Look for a glance slightly dark,
Search for a pair in reluctant love.
One answers a call; that's your mark;
One longs for patria though adverse.

Dining Hall ❧ Connected to the ballroom is an extremely long hall that stretches as far as the eye can see, elegantly arranged as the dining area. Expensive and exquisite cuisine seem to be on the menu— try something new? Chances are you won't be eating from a selection such as this again anytime soon!

Dais ❧ There is a noticeable raised dais that is easily visible via any area within the ballroom. It's locked off from guests, though— what is it for...?

Do enjoy. ]

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[ That might be some visible perking up. While he was fairly sure if he just picked a platter, pulled it over and started eating, none would bother him too much about it, it would be a bit easier with help. ]

Help would be welcome.

[She'd probably even feed him if he asked. Kitties, man. Kitties. She chooses a large, pre-sliced roast and moves it over. That should be easy enough to spear with a claw one piece at a time!]

Will this be alright?

[ He might shrivel up in embarrassment before asking that, sorry Zelda. ~~For more back scritches, though... :|a~~

What's this about spearing slices with claws? He'd been thinking about just leaning down and - okay, he can be .. somewhat less of a .. he can't say less of an animal or barbarian, can he?

Oh well. ]

Thank you.

[Here's the scritches, Duke. Such a good sphinx~]

Would you like something to drink as well?

[ Bet that's something few get to say very often.

There's some low rumbling - probably purring and his interest in his food had gotten a bit slow. ]

Hmmm? [ Distracted by scritches. So very distracted by them. ]

Think I am fine, thank you for aid.

Of course.

[Zelda can't help but want to pet him. Cats are her favorite animal, closely followed by birds (doves in particular). He's like both and it's magical. Speaking of, since he's not usually a bird he probably doesn't know how to preen himself, does he? That's okay. Zelda knows how, she'll do that.]

[ He'd discovered that humans weren't the right size for getting lion's paws damp for cleaning too.

He'll turn to stare at this preening now. Very distracting. Does she need his wings a bit more open? ]

[She seems to be doing just fine with his wings as they are. Messing with his feathers causes her to have to preen her own wingears a bit, and she seems intent on both of her tasks. The siren doesn't even notice that Duke has stopped eating his roast.]

[ Hhhhmmmn.

This was very comfortable. He was - while not full - comfortably not-hungry, getting attention, and it was fairly warm.

It would be more comfortable away from the table, even.

That decided, Duke leans over to catch the back of her dress with his teeth. Humanoids aren't good for scruffing, and neither are human mouths so making do, and standing. ]

[Unfortunately, her usual dress is just a simple blue tunic at the moment and nothing else. Being lifted by the collar makes it dangerously close to exposing her to all the guests, so she just squeaks and holds down the hem rather than trying to escape or questioning Duke. The most important thing right now is definitely making sure that no one sees under that tunic. No one.]

[ Well, she's not squirming or anything, so all's good! Right? Right.

Duke pads over to one side and deposits Zelda and then half curls about. Naptime?

... yes, he's being a greedy kitty. Shush. ]

[She relaxes when it becomes apparent that he just wants a catnap. Alright, so he's not going to devour her. This is a good thing. The siren snuggles into his side, careful to not look at his human face because that would make this all kinds of awkward.]

Would you like me to play you a lullaby?

[No singing, though. No luring people to their sphinxy doom.]

[ Yeah, that would be fairly awkward. He's too busy being giant kitty. ]

Hmmnnn. [ But luring people to sphinxy doom would be so much fun! ~~and provide dessert!~~ ]

Do not think you need to, but music is nice.

[No doom! She takes out her harp and plays a quiet tune, one that mixes in well with the music already playing. This is nice. You should be a giant cat-bird all the time, Duke.]

[ He'd be okay with that, aside from the urge to sit in roads/guard places and riddle people. But he's Duke and just weird that way.

A little bit of rumbly purring is all he adds to her harp playing. Its nice. ]

[Her playing becomes slower as the purring lulls her to sleep. She's pretty content to just take a nap there... though she might die of embarrassment for having slept half on top of a man once the curse is over.]

[ He'll join her in that, a little. He likes sleeping warm, and if being a couch meant that he got to sleep warm, then it was good. Ish.

... no, he'd be embarrassed enough to make a quick exit. ]

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/slowly... inches... away to sleep...

Night!

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Sorry Zelda XD XD

Well that'll be fun for them to remember.

y u p

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