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@wickedgxmes || for Hana, sunday, june 6th - the party

‘Laurel’ slipped through the crowd with ease. Here, she knew what was expected of her, and she had the disguise her mask offered to hide behind. Already, she’d made some good connections and profit. The florist felt guilty for the illicit activities, especially given the grace that her duke had given her in allowing Lola to arrange the Fairwinds exhibition. Unfortunately, working as Laurel afforded far more by way of protection that being a mere flower seller. Should her near-husband find her one day, Laurel’s connections would allow her to disappear to safety.

One such connection made her smile, and she continued to pick her way through the crowd towards Hana. The Pirate Lord was once incredibly intimidating, but now Lola saw the other as a friend. Once she was at the other’s elbow, she smiled and murmured, “I owe you for the invitation,” with a teasing smile. Getting too heartfelt in public felt wrong - surely Hana had a reputation to think about. “Name it - I’ll make you anything you want in return,” Lola promised.

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The most anticipated event of the weekend offered most a time to rejoice. Cluelessly gleeful attendees strolled through the grand halls soaking in the meticulously curated decorations strung up to create the illusion of elegance before pairing themselves off with some equally decked out partner on the dance floor. But, where most saw the Grand Ball as a chance to dance and drink to their heart’s content, Hana saw the evening as an opportunity.

Whilst those around her were distracted by petty small talk, Hana was casually leaning against the back wall a few feet away from the open bar. With a glass of champagne dangling casually between her fingers, the pirate lord was sure she appeared just as at peace there than any of the many lords and ladies bumbling about. But, in reality, her form fitted and notably more toned down dress- for her anyhow- was handpicked to help her blend in from her position as lookout. A low whistle would part from her lips and join the melodic notes of the percussion as she’d side step over to block the view of the hall just as some of her more burly looking crew members in suits that were ever so slightly too small bustled by carrying hefty crates of champagne and wine. Liquor the lot of them could enjoy during the highly anticipated and legally questionable after party they were planning on holding the following night.

“Well don’t you look exceptional this evening,” Hana flashed her most charming of grins, cocking her head ever so slightly to the side to continue to hide her crew from few as she motioned the individual heading her way back towards the bar. “Fancy a drink?”

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Who: Rowan and @ascensiions Where: the afterparty

To say the announcement made at the grand ball had Rowan peeved would be an understatement. Ecenomic exchanges and trade agreements. Legality across the realm. They scoffed into their drink. Keeping their mouth shut at the ball hadn’t been easy, even now the set of their jaw was tense with choice words that couldn’t be spoken out in the open.

A unified Ashbourne? Where had that unity been before the people of Stone Garden had turned to crime as a necessity to stay alive? Not that Rowan minded things going the way they had, of course, but these grandiose new ideas were certainly going to be a thorn in their side. The business was well under wraps, Rowan had taken many measures to ensure it stayed concealed, the most innocent of which being the hush money sent the way of the duchess.

They weren’t too worried that the new stricter measures would make her nervous.The rules were different down in the caverns, and Rowan doubted Catherine and Beatrix had any idea just how much of their thriving economy relied on the black market tradings which Rowan all but controlled.

Ordinarily they’d say a party was no place for politics, but they didn’t want to wait to talk with Louisa about this, at least to confirm that their agreement would remain in place. They snatched up one of the fancy bottles of scotch stolen from the palace and two glasses, weaving through the crowd to find her. It wasn’t hard to get through, even without the hellhound at their side Rowan was intimidating enough, and dog at heel or no pretty much everyone here knew better than to mess with the lord of thieves.

Rowan caught sight of Louisa and inclined their head towards a quiet table in the corner, heading over to it without waiting for any kind of response. She’d know they needed to talk. They poured a generous few fingers of scotch into both glasses, and slid one across the table as Louisa joined them, raising their own in greeting before taking a sip. “I don’t like to talk business at parties. Especially one with a crowd as interesting as this, but I felt it best we at least make sure we’re clear on where we stand now, given the announcement.” Their eyes flickered over her head, surveying the crowd to make sure no one lingered too close. “I’m happy to carry on as we were, assuming the pressure on you to disclose trades and agreements doesn’t give you pause.”

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Open || Friday, June 4th at the Fairwinds’ Exhibition

To say that Lola was nervous was an understatement. The Fairwinds display was important for the business she was growing (both above ground and below). It was also dangerous - what if someone who knew her from her previous life saw her? Lola bit her lip at the thought, though to anyone else, it would look like the florist was simply fussing over a display of blooms. Temporary staff, courtesy of Arturo, flitted about under her watchful eye. As much as she knew she should be conversing with customers, part of the florist wanted to hang back. It would be taken as odd, she knew, so Lola pressed forward, a fragrant bouquet in her arms.

Spying someone lingering around a collection of lilies, the florist stepped forward and offered the spray of lemon verbena in her arms. “These would pair nicely with those,” she commented idly. “Both have middle-note scents, but they mix very nicely,” Lola continued with a smile. With luck she’d be able to charm the other into taking an armful of flowers.

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Who: Rowan and @wickedgxmes Where: Grand Ball, immedietly after the announcement

Rowan was not given to public displays of emotion, because such things gave your enemies too much ammunition. The very keen eyed among the crowd who were foolish enough to be looking at them instead of at her highnesses Catherine and Beatrix might notice how one hand tensed around their glass fo scotch, and the other twitched ever so slightly at their side, as if ther emight normally be a large dog there who’s head they would pet.

It did not take long for them to force themselves to appear relaex again, though their stormy gaze was not so easily tampered. Hana. The Pirate Lord was their closest link to the Lost Coast. (They have a handful of tenuous allies in Ravenspeak too, but those people got so tetchy whenever Rowan smuggled away their weaponry. Hana outranked the most of them, too.) They seek her out in the crowd. It takes a moment, she’s dressed far more elegantly than Rowan would normally see her. Though it’s not as if Rowan floats about in... Well, alright they do wear things covered in spikes quite a lot.

They weave through the crowd to her side and by the time they reach her Rowan wears a small smile that gives no hint to the calculations and scheming happening in their head. They want to ask her outright if she had any prior knowledge of this and decided to keep it from them, but a ball is no place for accusations. “Have fun with all that overseeing of legality happening in your dukedom. Hope your boat is hard to recognize.” Rowan manages to tease, voice light. “Perhaps the two of us should talk.”

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@rowanxscott | 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

After an opulent affair like the grand ball, the underworld’s after party felt like coming home. Kieran would chose the company of lowly thieves and killers over the likes of high society any day. He cared very little for the pomp and circumstance that the nobility were so accustomed to. Why would he, when such refinement had been kept out of his grasp for years. It still was, in a way. No matter how much wealth he amassed, it would always be considered ‘new’ money. Each coin worked for—no matter how he got it—rather than inherited. Among nobles, lineage was everything. It gifted them privileges and power regardless of if they were worthy. A man who came from nothing would always be deemed of little importance. A no one compared to their family trees that went back generations. Stone Garden was his mother, raising him on her dark streets, and greed was his father, ruling his motivations. Kieran was born in the bottom of the barrel and destined to remain there. A fate he’d determined to make the best of long ago.

The Lord of Thieves knew as well as he the nature of their world. That in order to survive in Stone Garden, one must cast aside their morals and do whatever they can to get by. To thrive in such an environment took a truly cunning mind and ruthless heart. Someone unafraid to do whatever it took to get ahead. This fact could be said of both Rowan Scott and Kieran Devereux. Once pitted as rivals for the title of Lord, the tension between them had dissipated after he stepped aside. Rowan flourished under the power and risk that came with the role, but Kieran saw it as a load of responsibility he could not add to what he already carried on his shoulders. Now the two were tentative allies.

Rowan, alongside the Pirate Lord, were responsible for putting together the little soiree after the ball. With liquor stolen right underneath the palace guards’ noses, concoctions that could make even the most austere of folk lose their inhibitions, and company more lively than the crowd twice its size the previous evening, it was a night of vice that Kieran reveled in. A breath of familiarity after the week’s more dignified festivities. When Rowan came his way he raised a glass in greeting. “I see even when you leave the caves, the caves do not leave you,” He spoke in reference to the sharp metal and gemstones that adorned their attire.

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the one hundredth year — outfit post #2 ( the after party. )

the under-the-table nature of the celebration necessitates a higher-degree of anonymity for the ever-exuberant duchess, but no one ever said she couldn’t maintain precautions and style simultaneously, did they ?

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@dxncingafterdeath | 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Kieran didn’t go out of his way looking for opportunities to show off, but he couldn’t resist a good competition when the occasion arose—especially when a prize was involved. Ravenpeak’s exhibition at the festival felt like it was made for him. A competition where he was rewarded for fighting people? Say less. Alongside by some of the kingdom’s best soldiers who wanted to prove themselves and underdogs who just wanted the gold prize, Kieran eliminated every opponent placed in front of him with ease. He excelled at sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat was his field of expertise. Jousting was the only area of the competition he was uncertain about, but either he was better than he thought he was or luck was on his side for once. Given his track record, Kieran was inclined to believe it was the former.

With an uncharacteristically large smile on his face and more than enough gold to last him the rest of the festival, he left the competition grounds in search of the Sacred Wood’s exhibition. A couple wounds littered his body that he would rather buy a remedy for than wait around for them to heal on their own. He’d heard that they were teaching inquisitive folk how to blend remedies of their own in addition to selling their highly sought after elixirs and potions. It had to have been at least a year since he ventured back into the enchanted wood of the west. A badly ended job that left him gravely injured the last time he was there had kept him from going back for quite a while—he didn’t have to worry about running into minotaurs in any of the other dukedoms.

He stepped up to the tent, his eyes downwards as he counted out a few coins. “Do you have any remedies for sale? Just something for...” Kieran’s voice trailed off as his glanced upward and froze. It took a lot to catch the mercenary off guard, but seeing the woman who had saved his life that fateful night in the Sacred Wood standing before him was certainly enough to accomplish such a task. She’d healed him in the dead of night even though he hadn’t the means to properly pay her at the time. There were very few people who had seen Kieran had his most vulnerable and Ophelia was on that short list. He did his best to shake off the surprise, “—for minor injuries.”