I'd like to get to know you - OOC free for all

[Delirium]

Let's have a party... this is OOC/IC at the same time

OOC (INTRO):

SO. As I posted on the General Board, I'm new! And, while I have been reading *some* of the threads, there's no way I can keep up with all the various characters and personalities that ya'll have created.

SO. Let's do it this way. I'm throwing a party in this thread , and all of you (and your favorite personalities) are invited. If you want to include a bio, keep it short - I think they're better in-line anyway.

Hope ya'll don't mind me bein' bold - I just wanted to find a fun way to say "Hello!"

*AHEM* and now...

 

[Delirium]

Getting ready

Eostre fussed about the Manor checking all the last minute details - the invitations had all been sent, the replies had been counted, and preparations had been made for a banquet of massive proportions.

She stood on the dais looking out over the Manor's main hall - 4 steps down from the dais to rows of tables a good 100 paces long, and each groaning with food. Another dais at the far end held the head table, including the ornate, throne-like chair belonging her mistress.

She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and pursed her lips, running through her mental list again to make sure nothing had been missed, no detail overlooked. She shook her head slightly, tucking the few wisps of hair that had escaped her rigid bun back into place. It seemed that everything was ready, which meant that there was just one thing left to do - ready her mistress. She set her jaw, her amber eyes hardening just a bit, before she whirled on the dais to return to the entry hall.

[Edited by Delirium on 04-22-2001 at 07:13 AM]

 

[Delirium]

The Mistress

Elana slouched on the chair, one leg thrown over the arm, with her petticoats in a fine disarray. Her corset was unlaced, her hair was a mess, and she didn't care if He or She or whoever it was that punished you if you were bad walked in to see her. She giggled, her head lolling against the back of the chair as she turned her head to face the door, "There you are, Eostre-fester. Come to try and make me presentable?" Her speech was slightly slurred, and she saw Eostre wince, "Don' you worry, Eos! I'll be just grand!" She swung the leg dangling over the chair arm playfully and grinned at Eostre for all she was worth, stuggling not to dissolve into a fit of giggles.

 

[Delirium]

The red-headed heathen...

Eostre did her best not to let her disapproval show - Elana had just turned twenty, but seemed to insist on acting like a five-year old doing their best to weasel out of a chore!

"Now, Elana, this party was your idea. You need to be ready and not lounging in a chair half-dressed. Up you get!" Eostre crossed the room in a few brisk strides, and hauled Elana out of the chair by her thin shoulders. Elana pouted sulkily, but complied, and allowed Eostre to guide her over by the wardrobe to be dressed.

"You fuss too much," Elana quipped, as Eostre fluffed and rearranged her petticoats.

"You don't fuss enough," Eostre gave the strings to Elana's corset a firm tug, causing Elana's flashy green eyes to bulge slightly. She hid her grin as she continued re-lacing Elana's corset - a good tug always brought Elana up short.

 

[Delirium]

The goody-two shoes!

Elana bit back her anger and concentrated on breathing as the corset tightened around her waist. Damn thing made breathing difficult until you got used to working around it.

Elana sulked, and watched Eostre's trim profile as she rummaged through the wardrobe. Eostre always infuriated her with that holier-than-thou-I-am-always-right attitude. She was only two years older! She had no right to act so superior - even and especially because she ran the house. She was a servant! Elana was the mistress! She should be treated like a Goddess, not some misbehaving child!

Elana's vision of Eostre hand feeding her grapes while she lounged on the patio were dashed as the woman whirled from the wardrobe with a stunning black and silver gown, "We'll do this one," the tone in Eostre's voice left no doubt in Elana's mind about who was really in charge. She responded with dull, automatic movements as Eostre dressed her in the chosen gown, her mind writhing in its protest to her submission.

 

[Delirium]

Elana stood before the mirror, watching as Eostre finished with the last coiled copper braid. Eostre had to admit, Elana was an attractive woman, and the floor-length black and silver gown was very complementary.

She caught a glimpse of her own reflection as she checked Elana over one last time - she looked plain in comparison. If they stood side by side, and a person entered the room, they wouldn't even see her - they would only see Elana.

Eostre and Elana were both of average height, but Elana had stunning copper hair, and bright green eyes that sparkled when they caught the light - making it look like she was always into mischief. Eostre's hair was brown. Just brown. Not brown with blond or red highlights that glinted in the sun, just brown.

"It is time." Eostre helped Elana to the door and out into the hall, and watched as the black and silver gown descended the stairs into the hall, and slid around the corner into the main hall.

"I suppose it's my turn", she sighed and rushed to her room to make herself ready.

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Elana crossed the main hall in a silence broken only by the rasp of jewelled skirts on lightly sanded floorboards. She mounted the dais holding the main table, and sat to await the guests that should arrive soon.

[Edited by Delirium on 04-21-2001 at 08:05 PM]

 

[Angelus]

Cristian walked to the front door of the manor, ran his fingers through his short dark brown hair and looked at it with a sigh. He hoped that he wasn't late for this party. He looked around and tried to figure out why everything was so quiet then knocked on the door, wondering if he would get an answer or even if he was in the right place. He knocked again and wondered if he was definitely in the wrong place; it had happened to him before.

Oh sorry, the name is Cristian (well duh), 27, 6'4", 210lbs, short dark brown hair, looks like the shy, quiet type of person.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: I'm bringing in a number of my favorite characters, okay?

IC: 3 figures, cloaked heavily, and ranging from 12 ft to a meager 6'2", walked through the door, chatting friendly like. They removed their now-unneeded hoods, and showed smiles of friends. One was Lokken, Emperor of Taros, who traveled dimensions at his god's bidding to do the righteous, walkingat 6'2". Another was Tyrael, who had once been most High archangel of heaven, but was in a failed assasinationattemot that did leave him mortal, and he walkd in at 6'6". The third, at 12ft was Lord Wrathlance, second in command of the forces of Hell, and Lord of the Tarasques. All three were long-time friends, in spite of their difference, and had adventured together often. All three bowed at nearly the same time when they saw Lady Elana. "Mi'Lady, I would like to state that all of us are very pleased to be invited to your great manor, and indeed, it seems more inviting than any of our castles", spoke Lokken for the three of them. They moved forward, and eached took a turn kissing Elana's hand. Lokken's handsome face seemed especially jovial, his black eyes glittering. Wrathlance was as happy as possible, and since he was in his extroardinarily handsome Dark Angel form, with his black eyes shining, he also tipped his helm, which was a rare gesture indeed. But Tyrael, with his handsome face and blue eyes, was happy, for he hadn't experienced this since he fell from Heaven. But yet all three had looks of great loss and millenia of experience in thier eyes. Indeed, Lokken was 3,000 or so years old now. Wrathlance over 10,000. And Tyrael was Wrathlance's age. Yet all three were immortal, their bodies staying the same since they were 25. But that still was not their loss. Wrathlance had lost his phiancee. Lokken's wife and children had all died due to his cousin's actions, and Tyrael had lost the position closest to God. Yes, they all mourned everyday, but Lokken foremost. The others had lost 1 person. He had lost 5. But now they hid it away and enjoyed the party, heading off towards a table, having intorduced themselves to lady Elana.

 

[Neale]

Neale

An average-looking man, with blue eyes and light brown hair, arrives at the front door, with his inivation. "Hello, I'm Neale. Here for the party?" he asked the other guy at the front of the mansion.

 

[Neale]

firk and dingblast!

ooc:stupid computer double posted me


[Edited by Neale on 04-22-2001 at 01:33 PM]

 

[Morgoth]

The three sat at a table, chatting but also looking around, noticing that there were no other nobles but them and the Lady present.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes De Leon:

A mottled black portal forms in the corner of the room and a fairly short man enters. He lowers his head but fixes his gaze upon Elana. Approaching her spot at the large table as she rose from her seat, the man quickly looked over the rest of the faces present. None but her's was any concern to him so far this night. "Elana..." He said in a deep tone as he took her offered hand, making to kiss it like all the others had before him. However he was far from polite in the manner with which he kissed her hand. He opened his mouth to touch his tongue gently to her soft skin. It was a quick action and he had pulled away before she even had time for the shock of it to settle in. He gave her a sly smirk as he loosed her hand from his grip. "It has been a time since last I breathed your scent my dear..." He whispered to her.

 

[Delirium]

OOC: Bring in all the characters you want! I said free for all, and I meant it! Also, your characters don't have to be the guests - they can be servants (serving wenches, ill-behaved footmen, whatever)..

IC:
Eostre bustled down the stairs, filmy layers of her pale empire-waisted gown streaming behind her. She reached the front door and addressed the men waiting, "I am Eostre. The mistress of the house, Elana, is waiting in the main hall, if you'll follow me.. I do hope you weren't waiting long." She smiled winningly at the two men, Christian and Neale, before turning from the door and beckoning for them to follow.

Elana smiled as guests began to enter. Her eyes flashed with merriment and she giggled softly. She did love parties. All sulky thoughts of Eostre were put firmly from her mind as guests came to introduce themselves.

Her spirits soared as the three cloaked men bowed before her, she sat straighter on her throne-like chair and did her best to appear gracious as they introduced themselves. She couldn't suppress a surge of nervousness as each kissed her pale fingers and met her merry eyes with those that bore the weight of ancient loss. "Well met. I do hope you enjoy yourselves, and that we'll be able to speak more during the course of the evening." She watched them make their way to a table, and beckoned to the servants to make sure they had everything they needed.

Eostre entered then, with two gentlemen filing in behind her. A frown flitted across Elana's face before she could suppress it. Eostre looked lovely, as always. Elana felt upstaged. Eostre's long brown hair was knotted loosely on the back of her head, with curled tendrils framing her heart-shaped face. Her tanned skin looked radiant against the creamy color of her gown and her fiery amber eyes flashed when they caught the light, giving her a cat-like aura. Damn the woman. Elana pouted.

Her dissatisfaction with Eostre was short-lived, however, and was replaced by discomfiture as Cervantes appeared and took her hand, color blossoming in her cheeks as he released it.

"I .. " she blushed again, furiously, as her voice had been little more than a squeak. She cleared her throat, "It has indeed been a long time, Cervantes," she grinned and gestured for him to take a seat at the high table.

She then focused her attention on the two men that had entered with Eostre, and waited for them to approach and introduce themselves.



[Edited by Delirium on 04-22-2001 at 08:19 AM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Taking his seat, Cervantes sat his feet up on the table top and eased back in his chair. Canting his head to the side he kept a lingering gaze of lustful intentions on Elana.

 

[Neale]

Neale

Paying little attention to the lavish surroundings, I approached the Lady who was our hostess.

"Hello, milady. I am Neale, for the moment. Should time and opportunity present themselves, I'll introduce to some others of me. Very pleased to meet you." I smiled warmly at Elana. "Thank you so much for inviting us to your soiree, as well. Welcome to our little multiverse!"

Bowing, I stepped back to allow the gentleman who had arrived at the same time I did to present himself. Glancing around, I recognized many of those present. Were those Morgoth's Big Guns over there? Wonder who else might be dropping in?

 

[Isolde]

OOC: Sounds fun but I hope you dont mind if I put a different spin on bringing my chars.

IC: Walking up to the door I looked around. Wow! Neale hadnt told me that this place was so huge. "Come to a party," He said and gave me the address. I hoped my simple blue dress was going to be alright for this get together though I could change if I didnt blend in. "Sure," A voice in my head said,"Dont you always?" "Shut up," I snapped to no one in particular though I knew who the voice belonged to.

Knocking on the door, it was opened and I said to the servant,"My name is Isolde and I was told to join a friend here. His name is Neale." The servant nodded and led me in to where everyone was gathered at a table. Sliding in beside Neale I leaned over to whisper,"You didnt say this was a fancy affair." "He didnt say it wasnt going to be, either," Another voice chimed in. I sighed. This was going to be one interesting party.

 

[Neale]

Neale

I slide an arm around Isolde, hugging her in welcome. Poor thing never could keep her other selves in line. Like YOU do, monkey boy? {one of my own selves butting in, there... sigh... must keep control... not become too looney-tunes... not like Isolde... she's really looney-tunes... not normal like us... uh, me)

"Let's introduce you to the Lady of the House, our hostess, Elana."

We walked up to where Elana sat, receiving her guests, and Isolde stepped forward to be greeted.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde

I heard Neale's sigh and I darted him a dirty look. He had caught me conversing with my other selves again and he tended to have the idea that he could keep his in better than I. Hah! Lets just see what happens when the drinks are served...I knew which personality handled that department. Heavens help us if there were a virgin about...we would really get a show then. This place still hadnt recovered from that one's last search for said females.

Stepping up to great my hostess, I smiled. "Hello, I'm Isolde. I have too many alter egos to introduce you to but I am sure that you will have the opportunity to meet some of them before the night is out. Most people usually do."

Looking around, I said,"A very nice place you have here."

 

[rdh996]

jackson

" Ah shit im late as my mortorcycle emerged from the space time contium i thought i figured it all out with cloud back home". He is glad he arived here late rather then never remembering the last time he used that damn portal he ended up in a video game called final fantasy were he met his wife Tanya and his best friend cloud. Oh well here goes nothing going up to the house and ringing the doorbell.

 

[Delirium]

OOC: Thank you, Isolde! I was hoping my two wouldn't be the only women in here... I do hate being too unbalanced =) and please, throw in any twists you like..

IC:
Elana grinned at Neale and Isolde, "Thank you, Isolde. I wish I could take all the credit, but unfortunately, I can't," There was only a hint of bitterness in her voice. "Eostre is the one that keeps everything, including me, in such great shape." She inclined her head in Eostre's direction to point her out. "You came in with her, didn't you Neale?"

Eostre looked up when she heard her name and smiled at Elana, Neale and Isolde.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: She said everyone....


Rockingham looked over the dishes once more, making sure they were all still piping hot and full of food. He tucked in his shirt once more, trying to act grown up about it. He wasn't used to such fancy clothes. After a double check of things, he went back into the kitchen, to make sure the soup was coming along all right.
Through the door, came Joach. A dark cloak nearly fell to the floor. He revealed his warm blue eyes and dark brown hair.
"Good evening everyone," he shook hands with people he didn't know as well, and hugged those he did. Crossing the room, he sat in a chair, talking nonchalantly.
Sabaka followed through suit. His apparell was more earth tones, a deep rugged brown filled with lovely green ornaments. His hair was dark brown and rugged, as if he hadn't combed it in years, but the overall appearance was fairly snappy. He moved over to Joach, commenting about the weather.
Ganor and Ronag came in one right after the other. They each smiled and made small talk with all around them. One seemed darker than the other, although they were both identical twins. The only real difference was the hair, one was a light brown, almost blonde, while the other was dark brown, nearly black hair. Both of them seemed nice enough.
Peter Parker walked in behind them. A camera sprawled over his rented suit. He shook hands, asking certain people if it was ok to take their picture. His boss had made him come to this party, in hopes of getting some rich shots of people, personally he wanted Spiderman to crack the Goblin case. Can't always get what you want, he supposed as he snapped another picture.
Derek (Starship Troopers, yeah I went back that far) walked in after that. He was dressed in normal clothes, not quite sure what kind of party it was supposed to be. He was never the one to think about things too clearly, he simply just came an went. He smiled warmly, shaking hands with Ganor.
Ganor paused a second, before intently taking his hand.
Lewis, dressed in old fashioned 19th century clothes arrived rather late. (Wild Wild West, a very old thread) He checked his watch, nope, no good. The darn thing had stopped on him again. Nevertheless he came in, being rather nice to all he could see.
Michael had to duck to get inside. His wings couldn't exactly fit through the doorway. A pleasent smile entered his lips as he saw some old faces. He saw Tyrael immediately, and although it had been years, the man hardly changed. Dratful thing about him being thrown from heaven and all. Michael went over to make small talk.
Garret entered last. His eyes glanced over the room, as if looking for something, but then again not anything in particular. They found their way to the host, his eyebrows went up just slightly, and then he smiled towards her. Garret walked over, only glancing at where he was walking.
"I am sorry about my party. They seem a bit ramunctious. If they get out of line, I will make them wait in the car."
The door flew open one last time. Gary came in. Gary Strong, from planet earth. No special powers, nothing interesting that seperated him from any normal human being, except his mind. He didn't recognize anyone, except for his own character, and then it was hard to fix them. He had only seen them on paper, never in real life. Their faces, their features, everything was physical. He was delighted to see them, purely delighted.
The door finally closed (finally, I'm done). His party had made it.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes De Leon:

Sniffing the air, Cervantes dropped his feet off the table and leanded forward. The scent was unmistakeable! His cabin boy was cooking... Standing up, Cervantes nodded to Elana then turned toward the kitchen. Ever since he had allowed Rocky to use the permenent portals on his ship, the boy had been going off... "To friends houses..." It was rediculous... Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, Cervantes locked his eyes onto Rocky as he bustled about the kitchen.

 

[rdh996]

jackson

i saw the party that just entered and thought this is going to be one HELL of a party. I saw all diffrent people from a vampiric look person to a angel??!!?? " The first words i said to anyone i said to Eostre " Excuse me but where is the boose?

 

[Celestiale]

Seiyoku

"Damn, DAMN!" Seiyoku breathed angrily through her teeth while running a delicate finger over her shapely leg. A newly discovered run in her pale-green stocking sent her spewing expletives in a soft, but very miffed voice. She plopped herself down on the lush green lawn outside the great Manor, and tugged off her garter, discarding it, and her stockings in the neatly trimmed bushes nearby.

Waiting for her tardy twin, Seiyoku impatiently fidgeted with her sheer, pastel-green, babydoll dress. It shimmered and clung in all the right places, revealing only what Sei felt should be revealed. After all, it was their signature outfit, and in anticipation of seeing her perfect twin, she'd donned it once again.

Sei stepped lightly over to a small pond hidden within the carefully manicured landscape of the garden, and gazed softly at her reflection. Her fawn hued hair was in long, careless pig-tails...ribbon-tied and oh-so sweet. Her mind drifted as she let thoughts of Aiyoku engulf her, a warm trickle of pleasure running down her petite frame. It had been too long...much too long...

 

[Angelus]

Cristian sat back and looked around the large room at everyone that was here and was totally amazed. Everyone was here and he was wondering why he had been invited as he was just a lone person that had no idea why he was here. He turned around and saw Cervantes here and then tried to find the hostess.