#scandalrp.starter

[ladydevries]

status  :  open location  :  just  outside  madame  lacroix’s  dress  shop   @scandalrp-starters​

         she  leaves  the  shop  in  a  whirlwind,  turned  out  before  the  next  set  of  customers  is  pulled  right  in.  she  has  plenty  of  gowns  at  home,  as  does  her  sister,  but  the  latest  and  best  is  required  of  them  (  of  both  of  them  )  for  the  season.  “  someone  will  be  by  at  the  end  of  the  week  to  pick  those  up,  ”  she  shouts  over  her  shoulder,  as  the  door  shuts  behind  her.  gaze  is  still  focused  backward  as  she  takes  a  step  forward,  clearly  not  looking  where  she’s  going  as  she  slams  into  another.  “  pardon  me,  ”  she  gasps,  finding  her  footing  again,  “  how  clumsy  of  me.  ”

[carolinexandrews]

LOCATION: Isabelle’s tea room STATUS: Open to anyone

caroline spent the whole morning at the theater, rehearsing her new performance. she was in her own world, in her happy place. after she left the place, she found herself in a totally different world - not exactly a happy world. the streets were full of people talking about a mysterious woman. caroline was certainly confused but it didn't stop her from going to enjoy her afternoon tea at isabelle's tea room. after she made herself comfortable at her usual table, she noticed a piece of paper in front of her. "this person must be living a really boring life or they must be genius." she said out loud, she was amazed by this news.

[dukeharcourt]

Although Wickford’s was at the heart of the marriage market, and therefore the one place Alexander should have avoided the most during the season, they served a brandy of supreme quality. He simply couldn’t stay away. 

Watching the marriage market was certainly entertaining if one was not involved. Unfortunately his mother seemed to spend every waking moment ensuring people that he was unattached and therefore up for grabs, and he found himself avoiding the glances cast in his direction of people hoping to catch his eye. One particular parading peacock was amusing him tonight and he was confident that a certain lady would soon have a proposal coming her way from this lord currently trying to showcase his wealth. Alex turned to the person sat at the nearby table. “Care to make a little wager?”

[hughchurchill]

Weston Park was certainly the place to be seen during the season and thus Hugh always made a point to visit. He was intrigued to see who was out in society and who wasn’t, and the park made for a pleasant ride on horseback. It was one of the few occasions where Hugh did not have to worry about money, although the thought had crept into his head that if he could not turn things around then he might have to sell his beloved horse. But that time was not upon him just yet.

Hamish was a little out of sorts today, perhaps due to the park being more crowded than normal. He knew he should have waited for a quieter period, and Hamish suddenly reared up and let out a loud whinny that called far too much attention to them for Hugh’s liking. “Whoa boy, easy there.” He gave the horse a reassuring pat on the neck to calm him before looking down at the person who might have been fearing for their life. “I must apologise. Something must have spooked him as he is not usually so skittish. He didn’t frighten you, did he?”

[svnclairs]

status : open location :  wickfords

the raucous noise of the gambling den which has oft been maisie’s evening haunt of late, washes over her like waves on the shore. she stands a few paces from the faro table — and a few paces from her looming chaperone — watching on with an amused expression playing on her features. noticing that she is not the lone spectator, she turns her chin toward the other, “ are you going to join a game at all this evening? ”, her voice carries lazily above the hubbub,  “ personally i prefer to spectate, you know you can learn a lot about a person by how they act in a game of chance. ”

[lullaby-letters]

Irritation before Preparation

Status: Open

Location: Outside Madame Lacroix's Dress Shop

It had been a rather long morning for Lady Lilith considering her mama had dragged her out of bed before dawn hollering on about how she needed to help with the festivities the family had agreed to host. Had it been up to the young lady the event would happen far from her home but her mother’s obvious plan to find her suitors was in the works and heaven forbid she or her brothers interfere. The young lady lifted her eyes from the ground she had been casually dazing at upon her name being called. It didn’t take long for her to find her mama through the crowds of people promenading along the streets, the woman’s arms failing as she called over her daughter. A disapproved sigh fell from Lilith’s lips as she begrudgingly made her towards Madame Lacroix’s Dress Shop, her hands clasped behind her back as she felt her nails dig slightly into the fabric of her gloves. 

“Must I be fitted now, mama? Surely Madam Lacroix can take your measurements faster than mine and she already has your dress partly started. You go inside and I shall join you shortly, I must catch my breath out here before we enter.” Her mother’s irritation was apparent but the emotions lingered on the face of both females, Lilith had no qualms about new dresses and the likes when she knew other things were far more important. The sound of the door shutting behind her informed her of her mother’s entrance to the shop finally allowing her to take the deepest of breathes her corset would allow. People walked by, chatting and smiling with one another while the lady found herself leaning against the small gate outside the shop people watching with her own tiny grin upon her face. A familiar face broke through the sea causing Lilith to let out the lightest of laughs she gave a soft wave, her eyes darting between the familiar and her mother to assure she wasn’t being called once again. “Fancy seeing you out and about, I thought you to be a rather reclusive outside of balls.” she quipped her eyebrows raising slightly in tease. 

[julietcollier]

If there was one thing about the season that Juliet enjoyed, it was the gossip. And there was no better place to overhear the juiciest tidbits thanIsabelle’s Tea Room. At least under Lady Scarlet’s newsletter came out. The Colliers had been mentioned in the sheet previously, but they had not been involved in anything worthy of Lady Scarlet’s attention as of late, for which Juliet could only be thankful.

As her ears practically twitched to catch anything interesting, Juliet felt rather like a rabbit with pricked ears and inquisitive little nose in the air. So far, nothing good. Just a rumour about Lady Barbara’s choice of gown for the next ball, and that was hardly newsworthy as she always chose salmon pink. Rather disappointed, Juliet took a sip of her tea and hoped that at least someone interesting would enter the tea shop to save her from overhearing such vapid conversation.