SPRING GALA!

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Plot Description: Spring Gala at the Fabre's!

Every year, Judge Fabre throws a birthday party for Asch and Luke's mother Suzanne. Because she's a bit sickly, the party is thrown outside when the air is the freshest in the spring. Any and all nobles and those of high standing in the community are invited, but there are... ways for the common rabble to get in and have a good time as well. Namely, the part of the manor ground's fencing that was torn down during the earthquakes. That, or maybe the guards are having a good time too and wandered away for some ...action. Either way, everyone's eligible! There will be food and drinks (children, mind the wine,) cake, dancing and more! Don't forget the fireworks at midnight, it might be something romantic for you and your sweetie. Wear something nice and mingle!

Warnings/Notes: Nothing but fancy outfits and maybe a little alcohol around here.


Welcome to the Fabre's, please enjoy your stay.

Comments

[indy_wannabe]

[A rather uncomfortable looking Ezreal sidled up to Lux. The suit he was wearing was very sharp and fit him like a glove. Even still though, he definitely looked a bit ill-at-ease]

[ladyofluminosity]

[She smiles a bit, then pauses a bit.]

Are you all right?

[indy_wannabe]

If I didn't know better I'd say you were enjoying this.

[ladyofluminosity]

Enjoying what? The party?

1/2

[indy_wannabe]

Sure, let's go with that.

2/2

[indy_wannabe]

...erm...

That dress looks good on you.

[ladyofluminosity]

Did you mean something else?

[Lux stops, then smiles, cheeks a bit pink.]

Thank you. Camille has a good eye for these kinds of things. She was the one that helped pick out your suit, after all. She was always good at sizing as well.

[indy_wannabe]

Frankly I'm a little surprised Camille didn't pick something bright orange out of spite.

[ladyofluminosity]

That would reflect badly on me, if she did.

[Her tone of voice suggesting she may have gone to bat for him in a few other areas.]

[indy_wannabe]

Well I'll try to avoid reflecting badly on you. I think I remember the fork thing. Sorta.

[ladyofluminosity]

Oh, that's easy! The smallest fork on the end is for your salad, the middle is for fish, and the one closest to your plate is for meat. And then there's the one that you use for dessert, the one you use for shellfish...

[indy_wannabe]

[Just. This face.]

[ladyofluminosity]

[Blink.]

What?

[indy_wannabe]

OK scratch that I don't have the fork thing.

[ladyofluminosity]

I've heard some people say that the easiest way is to work from the outside in, as far as courses are concerned. That might help a bit?

[indy_wannabe]

At this point it can't do me any worse.

[ladyofluminosity]

If anyone asks, tell them you're a "work in progress."

[indy_wannabe]

That's gonna be a lot of work for not a lot of progress.

[ladyofluminosity]

Don't worry, Ezreal, I'm a very patient woman, and I believe in you.

[indy_wannabe]

Well that's good at least. I'll try not to make you look bad.

[ladyofluminosity]

And I'll make sure that you look good, for both of us.

[indy_wannabe]

I'm not too worried about me, but I don't want to make trouble for you.

[ladyofluminosity]

Don't worry about it. People will think what they want about me regardless of whether or not you use the right fork at dinner.

[indy_wannabe]

All right then.

[He takes a random fork and grabs some food]

[ladyofluminosity]

[No, that was the wrong--she starts to reach out, but stops herself. It's okay, don't worry about it, no one will judge too harshly or even notice. Hopefully.]