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September Event - Guest Appearances

GUEST APPEARANCES

Ignition

September 20th is the Autumnal Equinox. Many places across the world of Concorde celebrate the first day of fall. While various nations and regions have their own cultural practices surrounding it, nature is god everywhere. And so the inception of Mother Autumn’s domain is universally recognized, even if the names change from place to place. But on a little island named Marrow, in a little town called Pumpkin Hollow, there is another reason to celebrate.

The birth of Dahlia Leeds is not so important an event that it supersedes Celestine herself, and neither Dahlia nor anyone in town is foolhardy enough to claim as much. In fact, after the events on this very same day last year, one might argue that perhaps her birth at least started out as a bad thing. But she is certainly the wealthiest person in town. It is through the combination of substantial wealth and a generous heart, two things that are very seldom found in the same place, that we end up with a soiree where the birthday girl would rather spoil everyone else on her day than herself.

The doors to Leeds Estate, which presides proudly over the town upon its throne at the crest of Founder’s Hill, are flung wide open. Large sums of Brass are paid to caterers, florists, and seamstresses to make sure this place is decorated to the nines. Some businesses labor all year, just to prepare for the handsome payoff they’ll get from this event alone. And you, dear neighbor, are invited. Not only are you invited, but you are dressed for the event in whatever your heart desires, completely at the birthday girl’s expense. Dahlia ensures no cost nor conflict stands in between anyone in town and a much-needed break. She is determined for this birthday of hers to be a good night.

Or else.

Incipience

{ The timeframe between ignition and the peak of burning, where a small, contained fire spreads and grows gradually into an established flame. All it takes is a spark. }

The whole town is abuzz as preparations for the gala begin. From the moment people begin to wake up for the day, the air throughout Pumpkin Hollow just feels electric with excitement. After August, people have been needing this lift in morale, and after how last year’s gala went… well, there’s a lot riding on this one. And Dahlia seems much more in control now.

Speaking of being in control, the whole lead-up process has been incredibly organized. You wake up to a delivery--- your outfit, perfectly tailored and completely paid for. Accessories are included. She truly thought of everything.

It’s noteworthy that Dahlia’s invitations this time included another name beneath her own. “Suzanne Marie Dyneax,” it said. Most people don’t know the name, but gossip gets around in a small town like this. It’s not hard to pick up on the fact that this probably refers to Susie, one of the teenagers that Dahlia recently moved into her home, whose own birthday was ruined by Seemingly’s attack. Gift baskets have been delivered to others whose days were in proximity to the disaster--- Zivia, Capochin, even CT. Wine, fruit, and sweets, along with a birthday card. Dahlia has said in the past, “my birthday is your birthday,” but never has that felt more true.

With businesses mostly closed for the celebration, you are left with the majority of the day to prepare in relative peace. For many of the women in Dahlia’s inner circle, there is even a pre-party group dressing room set up on the third floor of her home. Only those who received her special invitation (Susie, Noelle, Fever, Cassandra, Anya, Alice, Patty, Melanie, Basira, Elsie) are permitted to join, but any friends or partners are gladly invited to wait at the bottom of the stairs for the girls to make their grand entrance.

The food is laid out, flowers placed, dresses laced and buttoned. The clock strikes 6pm, and the fun begins.

FLASHOVER

{ The moment when a blaze reaches its maximum size and heat, and the radiant heat in the space is such that all combustible materials ignite at once, allowing the flame to steadily and freely burn for the rest of the night. }

By the time it reaches 6:15, the ballroom is already flooded with eager dancers and hungry dinner guests. After all, the whole town is invited, and everyone’s excited to see Dahlia’s beautiful new ballroom and take a load off.

The music is elegant, played by a rotating cast of musicians who join the party when their act is over. The food is extravagant--- Dahlia and two of her partners are some of the biggest foodies in town, so this is expected. There is talking and laughing and the swirling of ballgowns, and all is well.

But there is a guest you do not recognize in the corner of the ballroom. An older man with white hair, strong features, and a dour expression. You can see Dahlia eyeing him, then flitting over to him, then talking to him. Her expression shifts from anxious, to annoyed, to resigned, before at last she sighs heavily and leaves him to it. Whatever it is that’s going on, clearly it’s something Dahlia is willing to begrudgingly tolerate in order to get back to having fun.

The reason for the disturbance becomes clear in short order, but by the grace of Celestine (and perhaps Eligos), it isn’t a reality bending nightmare or an attack by some monstrous beings. It is simply more guests.

A lot more, in fact.

Those who were on the island in September of the previous year will recall the Visitor’s Center, which appeared briefly just past the beach and served as temporary living and meeting quarters for visitors from the homeworlds of current residents. It would seem that this is a repeat incident. For the night of the gala, one to two “plus ones” have been invited for the vast majority of offworld residents. Most of them are friends or family who are happy to see their guests--- but this is ultimately a working of Eligos, so naturally, this is not always the case.

At the very least, Eligos seems to have been generous with his own granddaughter. As she turns away from him, she very nearly runs into someone much shorter than her. A dark haired human man with dwarfism. He laughs at the accident, grinning up at her as she stares back at him, utterly baffled. Then, petticoats billowing out, Dahlia sinks to the floor and embraces him as tight as she can, head pressed to his chest with little regard for her carefully-styled hair. Even those across the room can hear her shout his name. ”Jonah!”

Within the hour, the ballroom is packed with nearly double the people originally expected, turning the party livelier than it’s ever been. Tearful reunions, laughter, dancing, mischief, romance, sparring, cruelty, and even proper, righteous violence. Truly, this Leeds Gala will be one for the books!

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[ OOC reminders: each apped-in player character is entitled to one or two guests from their homeworld. This can be former selves, family, friends, enemies, and they do not have to be from the character’s exact canonpoint. They can be from the past or the future. You may play them yourself, ask another member player to do it, or recruit a non-member player to do so with moderator approval. Non-member players are permitted to join the Discord server while they’re active in this event! Threads you write for your own guests are eligible for AC for the character they’re there with, and threads you write for someone else’s guest can be used on the AC of a character of your choice. Just make sure to mark them as guest threads. After the gala, guests will be allowed to move freely about town, stay the night on Saturday and go home Sunday, or leave right after the gala if preferred. And last but not least, characters played in the gala can be apped directly from this event, rather than going through the normal arrival process. Let a mod know if you have questions, and have fun! ]

Smoldering

{ The decay of a flame as available heat, oxygen, and burning material gradually diminish. Eventually, the flames will recede entirely into glowing embers, glittering like orange starlight amid the ashes of what once was. }

The party rages well into the night. It’s not typical for residents of Pumpkin Hollow to stay out this late, with everything around here that goes bump in the night, but eventually party-goers begin to find their way out. They move in small groups, huddled around lanterns, may they ever stay lit. Perhaps the surprising bit is that their guests can go with them. There are even reservations made for board overnight at the Oak & Iron, all under the name “E. Rex”.

But alas, these reservations are only booked for one night. And by the time the sun begins to set on the darker half of the year for the first time, an unfamiliar black boat is moored at Jack's Marina. One that the guests will recognize as the vessel on which they arrived. They must leave by the time it becomes dark.

Or must they? Perhaps for a select few, they will fail to feel the call which draws them home. It is unclear why. There are many that Mortanne would have allowed residency for, if she could. But for some reason, all but a small few feel the pull. Perhaps Eligos has simply abandoned them here. (Or maybe none at all end up marooned and everyone goes home? That all depends on you, dear reader.)

When the sky goes dark, the aptly named Heavy Heart shoves off, with only her crimson sails hanging suspended seemingly in midair in the moonlight. The black ship is otherwise consumed by the night. And soon, even those flashes of red vanish into the distance.

Moments recede into memories, like a dying fire settles gently into glowing embers at the bottom of a hearth. The festivities are over, and the guests are gone. Life in Pumpkin Hollow resumes as before. But maybe just a little warmer and brighter.

“My birthday is your birthday,” as Dahlia often says.

Happy birthday.

References to the appearance of Leeds Estate can be found here!

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-Girls’ Night-

There is a unique intimacy between two women (or any kind of people, really, but perhaps especially for femme-presenting people) who lace or button each other’s clothing, do each other’s makeup, brush each other’s hair. It doesn’t have to be romantic--- in fact, many people find it to be a particularly potent gesture of platonic or familial affection. Dahlia in particular treasures such moments.

The vast majority of women invited are Dahlia’s inner circle. Her dearest friends, her metamour, and the favored of her domain. She’s admittedly less personally close with Cassandra and Noelle, but with Noelle newly moved into her home and Cassandra’s commitment to getting to know her, Dahlia invites them both as a show of good faith. A chance to get closer. Dahlia’s partner Daisy, hilariously, is banished. But this is in service to her getting to see Dahlia and Basira emerge from the dressing room looking stunning. She will appreciate it later.

The dressing room itself is bustling with activity, though at a somewhat leisurely pace. Plates of little snacks--- things that are small, easy to eat, and crucially not messy--- and little flutes of champagne and cider are placed off to the side for the girls’ enjoyment. (The teenagers can have a little champagne, Dahlia won’t tell.) Several vanities, as well as just desks with mirrors above them, have been set up around the room.

In good spirits, Dahlia tries to touch base with as many people as she can.

“Want me to brush your hair back?”

“I can pin that for you, if you’d like.”

“Need someone to lace up your corset? Those fancy back-lacing ones usually need it.”

“Do you mind buttoning this for me?”

“Shall we take a snack break?”

-Good Times, and a Complete Lack of Patience with Anyone Who Might Derail Them-

Once the party starts in earnest, Dahlia’s good spirits largely return, despite her grandfather’s interruptions. After all, her brother is here!

Dahlia takes dinner at her head table at the front of the room, with close friends and found family. And, for one night, blood family as well. Party preparations are hungry work, so she plows through two plates of dinner and a few glasses of red wine she does not bother to count. She is just a little bit tipsy by the time she hits the dance floor, but seems otherwise fine. Just incandescently happy.

Feel free to find Dahlia on the dance floor, at the snack table, getting some night air in her stunning garden on the side yard, or plopping down to join you at your table during a break. She’ll be delighted to catch up with you.

Unless, of course, you are one of the few unwelcome guests that her grandfather brought along, or someone else who is inciting drama at Dahlia’s birthday party. Then, you are an intrusion. For the most part, Dahlia will do her best to ignore such individuals, with little more than a side-eye. And anyone who approaches her will be treated politely until they give her a reason not to. So you’d best not give her a reason not to. Just because she is wearing a ballgown doesn’t mean there are any fewer knives on her person than usual.

-Family Matters-

Also available for conversation are Dahlia’s family members in attendance.

Jonah Leeds, second-youngest Leeds sibling and Dahlia’s closest childhood friend, is a social butterfly. Like Dahlia, he is a voracious snacker and can put away a fair bit of red wine, so he can often be found at the snack table. But he’s also drifting around the house, making friends and acting just as much the host as Dahlia herself. It is, after all, his home too.

“How’s the party treating you?” Jonah asks jovially.

At a table in the corner sits Eligos. He continues to wear a human form throughout the night, trying not to cause too much disturbance and wishing mostly to watch. But his energy and his eyes are unmistakable. Those who have dealt with him before will probably recognize him, and even those who have not may be able to guess at what he is.

He won’t approach you. He doesn’t need to.

“Good evening,” he says when you join him at his table. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You know how long it's been since Alice did anything like this? Trick question, she doesn't know either—probably it was university? Maybe? Uni friends, her first real taste of having girl-friends as a girl. Anyway, that was a long time and many shitty exes and bad decisions on nights out ago.

She's still kind of, maybe, a little bit, nervous when she turns up—she doesn't know most of the other girls but Fever's here and Dahlia's cool and the lady from the radio's always been chill, so she starts to settle pretty quick.

"D'you think the pink's gonna— I dunno, be too clashy?" she says, whilst plucking at the dyed part of her hair that runs from the fresher pink to the still slightly-teal tips from the dye job before it. "I mean, not that I can do anything about it now, mind you, but..."

“No, it’s cute,” Dahlia says confidently, nodding at Alice’s reflection in the vanity mirror. “If you’re worried about it, we could always tuck the pink into a Florentine twist, but personally, I think these colors go together just fine. I think you might be looking for reasons to nitpick yourself, though.”

Dahlia Leeds | NPC

girl's night

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girls' night

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girls night!

Re: girls night!

Girls night! Open to any of the girls!

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Good Times

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family matters

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family matters

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family matters hee hoo

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Good Times (Luo Binghe)

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Family Matters

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Family Matters

small glooby pet for dahlia to keep in a cage (wildcard)