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 Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 5:55 pm
12-31-2013
Branching to the side of the main ballroom was another equally grandiose room reserved for special dining occasions such as this. It was spotless and pristine, without even a stain or tear from the last Winter Holiday banquet merely five days ago.
The buffet table itself was a series of ten long tables stacked all in a row that took up most of the center room, decorated in elaborate white cloth and gilded gold embroidery. Like the main ballroom, smaller chandeliers of matching theme hung from the ceiling. Food, of all origins, pastries and baked goods, and even gluten and seafood friendly diets were labelled on the table, large platefuls of food detailing the nutritional value and ingredients of every single item with a small plaque to the side. Plates, delicate china, were placed in equal intervals, stacks of them, in twenties next to the silverware.
A bar was on the far left of the dining room, two Hunters fully trained in bartending waiting for requests, while several Hunters also waited and made sure dinner was flawless, taking orders for drinks and extra off-menu items where needed. At the other side of the bar was an impossibly large champagne tower, each glass cup exquisitely stacked on top of another, larger than any chandelier.
The prosperity of Deus Ex and the diversity could only be reinforced through the sheer visual impression of the dining room. The Hunters were happy to be a part of the serving staff, they prided themselves in their cuisine and impeccable skills, and consider themselves assets. This truly was a display of the ingenuity of all those who belonged on the island.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 5:56 pm
The OOC Your characters now exist in a timeline where the events of 1999 and the war with the Horseman Clans is still at a low level. exclaim PLEASE READ THIS FIRST Things To Know: General- your characters do not remember the canon timeline - if you had a hunter in 1999, you may play them as still alive in the ball - Runic Hunters are still in existence, some choose to stay on-island and do domestic tasks and desk work. Others choose to work on the field, those that survive the first few years generally considered more skilled (and possibly more crazy) than a hunter with a weapon - keep in mind that female Runic Hunters may also bear children - whole families live on the island, the town is large and well-kept with a number of small businesses active - the school is open and relatively full Current Hunter Practices- forced weaponization was halted early on, this means there are fewer weapons available, but Insanity is not a threat (you current hunter may or may not have bonded to their canon weapon, especially if they forced into becoming a weapon) - potential hunters are found much earlier in age (5-16 is the standard range) - those with a good home life are invited to attend Deus as a special summer camp until they are high school age. At that point, they are invited to attend Deus as a sort of boarding school. They must be graduated and 18 or older to be recruited as an actual trainee. Becoming a full hunter isn't considered until they are at least 21 - college is encouraged as a means of keeping trainees socialized within normal human society - those with a poor home life soon find themselves fostered by families that live on the island Current Hunter Leadership- The Council (a group of veteran Hunters elected by the hunters every three years) - The Division Leads (a group of the strongest and most skilled hunters, they come into their position by means of a lethal, secret test) -- Sun Leadership: Allan (Simon assisting) -- Moon Leadership: Jonathan (Edith assisting) -- Mist Leadership: Nkiruka (Aria assisting) -- Death Leadership: ZOOOOOO -- Life Leadership: Velda Delacroix (Dr. Zymyn Harold assisting/canon timeline's Dr. H) -- Runic Leadership: ZOOOOOOOO (This is hilarious Liz I'm just leaving this here) Current Hunter Background Information:: - Feel free to fill it out for your characters! - http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24162569
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:31 pm
Sitting a a table, a few bowls set in front of her, Solia Delacroix was busy dripping balsamic vinegar into another mixture- and coming out with little balls of the tart liquid. Basil leaves, mozzarella cheese and tomato slices on toasted bread slices were her little plates the balls of reddish brown sat on, ready to be eaten by the tiny life trainee.
She'd bought a molecular gastronomy set from a cooking store and hadn't stopped playing with it since Christmas.
Besides, it was safer than letting her play with runic 'enhancements' to things like clothing.
(Runic self smelling socks that burst into flame, she said, were an investment. No one liked smelly socks!)
She was busy in her little corner, playing with the cooking chemistry set.
And mabye trying poorly to apply a few runes to it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:58 pm
"One two three, eyes on me." Robert clapped his hands with each count, and then waited for every single pair of eyes to turn to him, before opening the door to the dining room. When he did, a veritable parade of very well behaved little children, of all different ages came through it. Each one held the hand of the child before, and the child after them, to form a single unbreaking line of children. A parade of squirmy and curious little people, some dressed in casual clothes, and others still in their ballerina tights, who immediately started chattering at the sight of the party they were being walked into.
But they didn't know any better than to continue walking in a straight line, and Robert couldn't tell them otherwise because he had to continue to hold the door for the class until they were all out. When the last scraggler squeezed through, he shut the door and ran up to the front of the line, skidding on the floor in his ballet slippers to stop them from walking right out the opposite door of the building. He stopped the first few children, but the rest were paying no attention ahead of them, and just continued to walk until Robert was veritably surrounded with a tiny crowd of children around him. They were transfixed by all of the fancy decorations, the lights, the colors, the music, the food-
"Hands at your sides, everybody, don't wander off. You guys know better. You gotta wait until your parents get here before you can touch anything, okay? Until then, you're still considered to be in class. So act like you do in my class. Miranda," He whistled sharply, and made all the children cover their ears. "Back with the group, don't think I don't see you trying to get under that table. Everybody still got your walking partners hands? Don't let them go for nothin'."
Unfortunately, as he looked up at the dining room, he realized he'd come in just a little too early. And that meant the children really were his responsibility for a little while longer. Besides, didn't he hear laughter coming from the ballroom?
"Ten more minutes." Robert breathed out to himself tensely. He would give them ten minutes, and then he would release the hounds. He wasn't no damn babysitter. "Okay, everybody grab one of these chairs on this long table - MIRANDA GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE."
He didn't know if he was going to make it ten minutes, after all.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 8:02 pm
Cass had a plate in one hand and was piling food on top of it with the other, a grin splitting from ear to ear as she kept seeking out the strangest things on the table she could possibly pack away. Someone had to eat all the things nobody else would be, after all, and Cass seemed intent to keep a good note of them all as she would stare at some things extra long before just shoving them in her mouth.
Cassandra Adams was the epitome of a classy lady, after all. She'd been piling another strip of something on her plate when a gentle hand on her shoulder had her glancing back - "Oh, Hi Mom." she greeted, leaning into the taller brunette with curly hair, the woman smiling and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Happy New Year, Cassiopeia." she preened, before she went on her way, leaving Cass with her plate of food.
She seemed thrilled to have it as she went to find a table to sit at with more food than she should have been able to put away, quickly starting to pile it in. She had to get her ugly eating out of the way before she went and found herself a boy to kiss!
Whether he'd like it or not.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:26 pm
"THERE you are!! What happened to rehearsal?" Jerry came stumbling into the dining hall directly toward Robert and his ducklings, bright orange floral shirt untucked and a general look of exasperation on his face.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:43 pm
"Rehearse-" Robert stared up at Jerry, his head tilting with strained confusion. He had been fussing at one little girl in particular - a rowdy, rambunctious child in full ballerina get-up named Ramona, who bore a striking resemblance to the tall life hunter. His hands froze on Ramona's hair, when Jerry asked him where he'd been. "Buddy, did you forget the party was tonight? We didn't have time for rehearsal. I had to get the kids here. What the hell are you wearing?" Robert had trouble looking at Jerry's shirt for too long. "Daddy you said a curse." The girl in his arms chirped out. Robert slumped, and reached into his pocket to pull out a quarter. He placed it in her waiting hands, and she tucked it away to put it in the swear jar when they got back home. "HI UNCLE JERRY." Ramona screamed at the man, at the top of her lungs.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:55 pm
Jerry's expression turned baffled for a moment as he pushed his glasses up his nose, mouth moving as he silently calculated what day it was, "That.... that's tonight?? Alright?? Wait, NOW?" He noted the refreshments all around, but immediately was ripped from his state of confusion by the sudden scream. He jumped, smiling down at the small girl with a weak smile, "Heeey Ramona... you still are practicing your piano, right? Just because it's a party doesn't mean your studies should suffer!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 9:58 pm
Taym's instinct for food was such that he'd once told Clerise that if a filet mignon could carry on a conversation he'd have married a steak by now. He'd said that in one of his usual post-breakup-funks under the influence of a few beers too many, but the general sentiment was constant.
He found the room abundantly occupied, but didn't seem bothered by it. A little boy was taking advantage of Robert's distracted state to make a grab for an expensive-looking hors d'oeuvres tray left temporarily unattended on a table, and Taym caught his attention and gave him a look of disappointment from across the room. The boy, suitably abashed, waited for further reprimand, and Taym made an instructive motion of his arm. Thus edified on the art of sleight of hand and apparently quick on the uptake, he rested his arm nonchalantly on the table and swiped a few from behind the cover of his sleeve. Taym gave him a thumbs up. Much better.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:05 pm
"Cosmo, you're hopeless." Robert chuckled out, setting the squirming young lady off of his lap so she could barrel painfully into her 'uncle' Jerry's legs. "OF COURSE I AM." Ramona informed him. "I practice all the time, whenever daddy's dancing he lets me play for him and he dances to it. And then I practice in the air, like doodooleedoodoo-" She had lifted her hands up and was playing air piano on his chest. "I've perfected the art of ballet-to-chopsticks." Robert butted in. "It's a good workout. And DON'T THINK I DON'T SEE YOU BACK THERE BAILEY NO FOOD 'TILL YOUR PARENTS GET HERE." Robert had eyes in the back of his head.. like any good teacher should.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:08 pm
Thouroughly pleased, Jerry hefted her up to swing her around and wobble to regain his balance again before arming her on his hip, "Oof, you're getting too big for that! Ahaha but I'm glad to hear it! Goodness, I should go change, then, I suppose!! Want me to grab your jacket or anything?" That he directed back to Robert, oblivious to the shenanigans with the hors d'eavures* "Chopstick Ballet. I'd like to hear that. Just wait until she's up to Flight of the Bumblebee!"
*footnote: ******** it everyone can spell it but me.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:23 pm
Ramona screamed into the air when she was swung around, and as soon as she was back on the ground, she ran for the table and crawled under it. A moment later, she popped up between Robert's legs, climbed back into his lap, and swung from his thick neck like a tree trunk. He, despite her best efforts, was trying to get that plate away from Bailey, and failing miserably. "Actually, that would be killer. This outfit is. Uh. Not real fancy, huh. If you want, you can grab a nice jacket out from my closet instead of my work jacket? That should be fine - I don't think anyone gives a damn that I'll be walkin' around in tights. BAHAHAHAHA-" "Daddy-" Robert stopped laughing and winced, handing Ramona a quarter before she could even finish her sentence. "Thanks, Cosmo."
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:27 pm
Dwight had staked out a small alcove hidden by an enormous fern and was currently hiding there with a small hoard of food. While usually confident and outspoken online or on the topics near and dear to his heart, any and all confidence fled outside those limited forums, leaving the hunter at a complete loss at events like this.
Eventually he'd stop hiding and go...mingle.
Once he'd thought of something to say.
Maybe someone wold say something he could argue over, and then it'd be easy.
But for now, Dwight was more than happy to just stay here in his tux t-shirt and jeans, daintily eating baby corn and tiny sausages.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:52 pm
A chair was pulled up next to Dwight as Mark sat down. The latter pulled out a can of beer and cracked it open, taking a long sip. It was that fancy craft beer that some of the more hipster Hunters insisted was the thing currently, along with all the nonsense about Disney buying Marvel and George Lucas.
He grabbed a second can and dropped it right into Dwight's plate of tiny sausages. Some of the baby corn probably also spilled off. "You got to try it it's like, lime lobster flavoured. How's reacquainting to the real word, SexyLadyWithBoobs32?" Mark winked and made sure to use the full online handle. Since he was seeing a real woman now and had a real life, he had taken a very long and deserved hiatus from roleplaying in their internet forums, instead, choosing at every second to spam forum chats with gratuitous selfies and pictures of his girlfriend.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 11:11 pm
Dwight groaned and wished Mark didn't have weird tracking and detection skills. As his food began to disappear, a squirrelly look came over the hunter's face and he tried to eat faster. Mark couldn't take what was already eaten.He had to pause tho when Mark sounded out the handle, eyes widening with indignant rage. "That was on a dare! A dare you made!" A dare that had somehow landed him a civilian prison boyfriend in the real world. Even after two years, Slaughter Klause was still sending him selfies.Huffing, Dwight cracked open the beer and washed down the rest of the sausages.
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