Log:A Night of Treats: November
| A Night of Treats: November | |
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"What's your position on things?" | |
| Participants | 2017.11.01 Isolde hosts a night of desserts and talking at Harvest Moon. |
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| Isolde had been doing the dessert gatherings for awhile. Which meant that private dining was going to be filled with a bunch of people. Or that's how most nights went. Tonight since the weather's a bit cold and rainy there's a few less people. There's plenty of desserts and warm drinks though. As well as wine and other spirits. Because it's a Spring hosting. She's currently seated at one of the tables looking over a list with a gentleman. With a little bit of luck, and a few phone calls, Dominic was able to get an idea of where and when Isolde would be at the restaurant. When he spoke with the host at the front, he gave a charming smile and managed to get even luckier. A warm smile is offered to the gentleman, and Dom is on the move. As he moves, a few waves are offered to a few individuals, before he disappears into the dining room. At the door, a moment is taken to adjust his tie, as his eyes search for Isolde. He was dressed as one would expect the City Attorney to dress: suit, conservative tie, flag lapel. All Souls Day. One would think that Alistair still believed it to be Halloween given his attire. Hard soled boots tack upon the floor with purpose even as he strides into the room as though upon wind of his own making. A brisk thunder. Even so, he has a smile firmly planted upon his face as he removes the cloak from his shoulders and hangs it with a fourish. A tan vest brocaded in gold filigree is worn over a white shirt and matched to khaki pants. Tucked at his left hip is a dagger that glints with a polish and gleam of an inset tiger's eye. Yep, dress up must last all year.. or at least this week. Thankfully, his last accoutrement was concealed by his cloak. "Good eve gentle people." He offers with a voice born to speak to a crowd.
Isolde wasn't that hard to find and there's a moment that Roderick gives a look to the two men that enter and then a look to her. An eyebrow quirked at his boss. There's a smile given as she stands up, "Good evening, Mister Utridge." she states as she makes her way over. Then Alistair and Omari are coming and the Bright One gives a smile, "Welcome, come on in. I'm Isolde." she offers in greeting to them. Then there's a look to Omari and then down to the hedgebeast and a bigger smile, "Well hello, do you mind if I get him something?" she asks the man. Seeing the Lost in Fort Brunsett, even with his near daily texts with Isolde, was still something of a strangeness to Dominic. Whatever the man's own feelings, it wasn't a safe place for them, and Dom was glad there weren't too many eyes to make of which back door Dom would have stepped behind with some strangelings. "Doctor," Dominic says, his feelings on the issue fading as the girl greets him, "You must forgive me I had no idea you were hosting a function tonight. I thought I would surprise you."
Omari was opening his mouth to answer Isolde, but Romulus is happy to speak for himself. "Give me something sweet, and maybe a cheeseburger if you have it. He doesn't let me have cheese too often." The Beast's blue eyes roll to that, and then they both come further in. Omari nods to Dominic at the correct form of address until he turns back to Alistair. "I don't know what half of that shit meant, man. I'm just gonna assume you told me to chill out and shit's good. I think." Isolde quirks her eyebrow at Dominic and then gives a look at Roderick. Then back to Dominic. Who says nothing. She gives the man a smile, "Thank you for stopping by and the function is open to those not in the Freehold as well so you are most welcome to join us." she tells him with a smile. Then there's a look to Alistair as he speaks and she gives her fellow Bright One a shake of her head, "You sir, sound like you just walked off the set of First Knight. Which, I'm not complaining about." she grins. Then to Omari, "Basically, yes. That's what he said." she nods. Then to Romulus, "A cheeseburger is what you shall have. I'll have them wrap up something special for you guys to take home if that's alright as well." she nods. "Get something to nibble on. There's coffee, hot chocolate and things of that nature. If you need something stronger we can get that in to." she offers. "Set indeed." Alistair casts his eyes heavenward for strength then moves towards the drinks lightly upon his feet as though to touch the ground would insult his boots. He takes up a bottle of wine and reviews its pedigree a moment before popping the cork as though he were a somalier. A wine glass dances across his fingers and the bottle tips golden liquid bidden by gravity and desire. The bottle comes to rest upon the table with a forgotten ease even as the glass is dashed beneath his nose. A sip. A swirl in the mouth. A regard of the glass and it is deemed acceptable. "So. I am the new face. Or presumably am such. I am Alistair Griffin, recently of France. November's little experiment in whimsy intrigued and drew me hence." His wine hand gives a mock hand at the reins even as his free hand makes a thrust of the lance. "Do come by. I think you'll find it quite the diversion." "I'll stay as long as I can," he offers towards Isolde, alongside a big, polished smile. Internally, he was ticking off boxes and imagining different strategies to ensure things didn't pan out poorly from the meet. But, he wasn't entirely business, as he didn't want to muss things for Isolde and her gathering. So, he does the most dangerous thing a politician can do; he starts listening. Isolde gets things ordered for Romulus, just in case they pop back in. Then there's a look to Alistair as she retakes her seat again. "I heard about you joining the Freehold and Waylady November's newest venture. So hopefully great things come of it." she offers. "It's nice to meet you, Alistair. I'm Doctor Isolde Garreau. Master Goldspinner and Grandmaster of the Greenies. It's good to have you in the Freehold." she offers. "And this is Dominic." she offers as introduction to the man that is clearly not a Changeling, but back here as well. "Dominic Utrdige," says Isolde's introducee, offering a hand to the Ling Alistair. In the back of his mind, for a second, he hopes nothing strange happens to it. Not because the man was a Ling, but, because the man was quite a character. "At your service," he adds, in a politicians way. "Truly?" Alistair states with an intrigued raise of brow as he accepts the man's hand. There is a certain skepticism in his tone as his eyes look the fellow over. "I would have a care with such words offered to freely. This day, I accept them as a courteous gesture. Say so again and I might give thee a task." He winks then raises his glass to sip. His lips wetted, he looks to Isolde, "I am honored to make your acquaintaince, Lady Garreau. November had mentioned it must be had and so I was certain not to miss your soiree." Idle message from Omari: Trying to find Azoth for 3s. There's a bit of a sharp look from Isolde, "He's not really fully integrated into our world. I just stumbled over him a few weeks ago." she tells Alistair. She might beat him to death with a spoon! Then she smiles again, bright as ever. Or maybe a bit on the Stepford Wives side. "November is very kind. I try to hold these about once a month. Just to let everyone get together and enjoy some treats and some company. Plus it never hurts to meet new faces." she smiles to that. And here comes Romulus' cheeseburger. Oh yes. It's a double with extra cheese and Roderick sits it down right in front of him, "Bon appetit sport." the man tells him before he heads off. "Well," Dominic offers, "I suppose I should figure out which voting district you report to, before I tell you that. Rest assured for our favorite citizens of Fort Brunsett, like our good Doctor here, my every day is a service to her interests." The smile remains, and a quick glance is offered towards the Hedge Beast. "But, mostly, how can anyone resist Isolde's company?" He asks, before glancing around for a drink. While the others continued talking and began their greetings Omari immediately headed for the wine. It may not be the strongest booze, but it appears to be enough to satiate the Summer as he lifts a glass to down it in one go. Romulus is off to the side, enjoying the cheeseburger he's wolfing down, and appears a mite bit fancier as he eats upon a plate. Eventually the beast speaks up, "Omari Smith, Summer, recruit for the Harvestmen, Standard Bearer." With that said he moves to get another glass of wine because one wasn't clearly enough. Alistair ahhs expressively. One could wonder just how deep a meaning could be placed into a simple prnouncement of no words but it is there. He dips his chin to Dominic. "Then I wish you good fortune in your endeavors." Dominic's more rhetorical statement draws a glance to the woman and he inquires reflectively, "How indeed." But he does not dwell upon it. Rather, he looks to Omari feasting. "I see you have an appreciation for wine, master Smith. Perhaps.. and this is just a suggestion.. drink more slowly. You will enjoy it all the more. There are.. plenty of other vintages available if you only wish to become inebriated. It would be a pity to waste this bottle upon such efforts." Isolde gives a look to Dominic when he starts talking like he's kissing ass and there's a wink to him, "Flattery will get you everywhere." she tells him. "I will be just a moment, gentlemen." she tells them. Then she head over to where Romulus is, "Is your burger alright?" she asks him. Yes, apparently she's going to talk to the dog. Because hey, puppy. Dominic takes only a moment to locate a drink, in the direction Omari had gone. He didn't consider whether it might have been a special sort of drink. In a few moments, at Isolde's departure, the man heads to find, fix or acquire a glass of wine. "I drink how I wanna," Omari says when starting on his second glass. "And I ain't a damn soul's master. Just Omari works. Smith isn't my real name, but I imagine that shit's kinda obvious." His last is said with a shrug. "Taste's good enough anyway." Romulus looks up at Isolde, already licking its lips. Crimson eyes look over here expectantly, and as if playing to the usual human affection he whimpersr, "I want another. Extra cheese this time." Alistair looks long upon Omari but eventually relents in his gaze with a sigh. "I apologize, Omari, should my words offend. I spoke with a little m and certainly with no implication you inferred." He looks to his drink then and sips it again. "So. You are a politician." He declares the obvious as he looks to Dominic. "Without prevarication, can you give me a firm stance of your policies or preference?" A breeze blows through the door, bringing with it the scent of gunmetal, roses, wet foliage, and burning sage; it turns into a miniature cyclone, then resolves into a tall and scarred tin man in a dirty, Hedge-battered semi-napoleonic uniform; he's armed with a couple of pistols, a machete, a bayonet, and a Roman short sword, and there's a chainmail hauberk under his uniform jacket. "Oh," he says immediately, and continues in an obviously Polish accent, "politics. Bleh." His Mantle is strong, twining kudzu and thorny roses growing and blooming and dissipating, accompanied as they are by the aforementioned scents, and he looks somewhat wearily at Alistair -- and Dominic -- before glancing over toward Omari, then spotting Isolde with the puppy. He calls over to her, "Hi, sorry I'm late. I don't think I've got blood on me, but can go change if I'm dressed tremendously inappropriately." Isolde gives a look to the guys and there's a smile, then back to the dog, "Of course." she nods to this. Then she heads over to the door and steps out. There's a bit of a murmuring of voices and after a few moments she returns with a cheeseburger. She might have just mugged someone for it, but hey, it's her restaurant. When she smells Czcibor come in there's a smile and a wave, "Come on in and you're fine." she tells him. Then there's a look, "I mean...are you hurt?" she asks him as she settles the plate down in front of the hedgebeast. "Omari, what is your dogs name?" she asks the Wolfman. Dominic doesn't seem overly surprised that a cyclone blows in. He considers the question for a moment. "Well, it's funny you should ask that," Dominic says thoughtfully a moment, as he selects a glass of wine and a treat of some sort, before turning to Alistair. "As of now, I am the Fort Brunsett City Attorney. That position is specifically a bipartisan appointment. Until the next election and whatever I may wish to do, my position and policy is on the issue of Human Rights and Law." The explanation is simple enough, but Dom seems to offer it with a gentle voice, trying to be pleasing. "Don't apologize or any of that shit," Omari growls in response. "Just don't like being called that shit." That comes with him finishing off that glass, and moving to the next. As he starts sipping Omari lifts a finger to ask for a moment, but Romulus is more than happy to speak. "Romulus." Then it barks over to Alistair, "You can call me Master Romulus. It has a very nice ring to it." "Oh, thanks," Czcibor tells Isolde, cheerfully; he's at least washed his metal hands somewhere along the way. "And nah. I'm pretty hard to hurt, and it's even harder to make it stick," he says, heading for where the alcohol is. He doesn't drink... wine... so he avails himself of a tumbler of something stronger, then limps over to drop himself in a chair with a clunk and a clatter. "For the record, I'm Captain Czcibor Kowal der Landeswehr, sworn to the freehold recently and staying at least a season. Probably longer." He tilts his head back and to the side to call over to Omari, "If the Harvestmen need a tanky healer count me in." Alistair ahhs. Yep. This time. Well. His expression is a mask? "It is a noble profession. To aid those less able against the dark forces in the world. Sadly, public office is one oft wracked with those unable to meet the requirements of their oaths." He sips his wine again. "I trust this does not apply to you." A smile and he looks to the tin man. "I can state likewise, Captain. I once could claim the title herald and, perhaps, do so again. This time by choice." He offers the last with meaning. "I would welcome you but I am new as well. Alistair Griffin." He lifts his glass in toast. "Only time will tell for us, right?" Dominic responds, in regards to whether or not he may be suited for the role. Who knew. "If tomorrow you find I'm rife with scandel, you'll know I had an interesting night." He offers a bit of a chuckle. "In either case, at least it should be entertaining," he adds, then. "Mr. Griffin," the toy soldier says in return, with a nod, likewise lifting his glass. And then he throws it all back at once and sets the empty glass on the table. "I'm out of politics, I hope forever. Crown once and attempting to herd the wet cats of Entzweite Erinnerungen's Spring Court, and keeping the freehold defended in spite of the idiot who held the crown for the Iron Spear-- for something like five years? Was more than enough for me. No more titles except for the one that I stole and made my own." "It's nice to meet you Romulus." Isolde states as she gives the wolfish dog a smile. Then she heads back over to take a seat and reclaim her glass of wine. She was still playing hostess of course. "If you are ever in need of a Greenie please call on one of us. We can patch you up right quick." she states to that. "That's good to hear. Dielle said they're looking for people, so make sure to talk to her. She's this really bright, loud lady that you can't miss." Omari reaches for his now fourth glass, and downs it without a care. "But speaking of, I gotta handle some shit before I next go into the hedge. Mostly to do with spiders, and seeing if I can get my hands on a few explosives." He whistles rather sharply, getting the attention of the currently eating Romulus. His companion's head hangs low, because more food and much more cheese will be lost. "Alright, alright," the hedge beast responds. "It was a pleasure meeting you," says Romulus while Omari agrees with a grunt. That all said, the two head for the door and Omari's leaving with a glass unless stopped. The tin soldier gets to his feet, not stopping Omari-- he leans in to Isolde and murmurs something to her sotto voce, then heads for the door and gives Alistair and Dominic a cheerfully lazy salute. "I've got to ask him some things; if you'll excuse me-- a pleasure meeting you," he calls back. Then he, too, is out the door: drink and leave, apparently. "One of the advantages of coming home is that I can take things seriously." Alistair replies to Dominic. "So while I will always believe in a hopeful heart, I will also fight for a worthy cause with a deadly mien." This he adds somewhat somberly to the politician. "I am well aware of the pitfalls of your path. The nuance of oath and the lies we can slip within them." He offers this with a measured regard. "The proof is in the purity of purpose. Only you can scrub away the sins borne of politics. In that, I find little entertainment." He shrugs then finishes his wine. "But. This is a party not a fund raiser and I need a refill." He smiles and returns to the bottle. Isolde gives a look to Czcibor and there's a smile, "You be safe. Have a good night." she tells him. Then she leans her arm on the table and looks over to Dominic and Alistair and their chatting. Just watching them. | |
