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Lady Penny Pembrook

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    [OP - F22] Star-Crossed Gala

    Star-Crossed Gala Rewards Player Posts SP Col Mari 21 7 420 Jomei 7 2 140 Azhoda 6 2 120 Shinji 14 4 280 Dazia 15 5 300 Minako 11 3 220 Cordelia 12 4 240 Lessa 6 2 120 Bahr 4 1 80 NIGHT 9 3 180 Astralin 5 1 100 Vigilon 9 3 180 Krysta 9 3 180 Mina 1 0 20 Commando 1 0 20 Macradon 5 1 100 Hyde 1 0 20 Morgernstern 1 0 20 Benjamin Bookworm 15 5 300 Ceres 7 2 140 Lilik 3 1 60 Quinn 5 1 100 Kairi 1 0 20 Jevi 6 2 120 Zajicica 10 3 200 Tower 1 0 20 Raidou 2 0 40 Enormous "thank you" to Cord for counting up the posts! <3
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    [OP - F22] Star-Crossed Gala

    With a final burst of horns and cry of bow on strings, the band struck their final note. There was a splattering of applause, and the musicians afforded themselves a quick bow before beginning the break-down process. "I suppose that's my cue," Lady Penny Pembrook declared. She uncrossed her legs, then stood from the comfy couch she'd been seated upon. On either side of her, a male suitor shifted back to allow the woman more space to move. Though the night had not gone quite as she had envisioned it, she surely could not call it a failure. There was a silver lining, and their names were Reginald and Rupert. The smart click of heels on a well-used dancefloor carried Lady Pembrook to the stage. The band ceased their movement, respectfully falling silent as the NPC approached the microphone. She wrapped her slim fingers around the base, leaned in, and crisply cleared her throat. Though it took a moment, the partygoers finally quieted as well. "I wish to thank you all for attending my gala," the aristocrat began. "It was an interesting evening, to say the least." Lady Pembrook pursed her lips, moving to pat her still-perfect hair before continuing. "You have fifteen minutes to leave, and then my guards shall escort you out." With a quick flash of a smile, the quirky woman concluded with, "Buh-bye now." This concludes the Star-Crossed Gala.
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    [OP - F22] Star-Crossed Gala

    Star-Crossed Gala To Whom It May Concern, You are cordially invited to join Lady Penny Pembrook for a magical evening of food, dance, and pleasantries. Attire is black-tie formal, and guest are encouraged to bring col for a very special auction. The event shall take place on February 12th, at the base of the Sapphire Falls. No RSVP necessary - we hope to see you there. "Ma'am, the guests will be arriving soon. Shall you move to the entrance to greet them?" Lady Penny Pembrook pursed her painted lips at the crisply dressed maitre d'. "No, Walter, I don't believe I will." She took another sip of her burgundy wine, then glanced at Walter over the glass rim. "Anyone who is anyone will be arriving fashionably late." The elderly NPC lifted a manicured hand to smooth non-existent flyaways. Her long gray hair was arranged in an elaborate bun, revealing a pretty face and deep-set blue eyes. Laughter lines spread from the corners of each, like fragile cracks in fine china. The dress she wore, a shade similar to her favorite wine, was startlingly tight for a woman in her mid-sixties. But Lady Pembrook wore confidence like a second skin, and she simply glowed in the soft light cast by crystal chandeliers. The tent she had chosen was a study in elegance. A clear top and sides allowed for an interrupted view of the gorgeous surroundings. White tiles in the center of the sprawling space formed a large dance floor, surrounded on all sides by satin-draped round tables. Long tables lined the perimeter, weighed down with platters of food and bowls of punch. One even displayed dueling chocolate fountains, one white, one milk, and an array of snacks for dipping. Those who preferred a bit of seclusion could follow the leisurely trail to the top of Sapphire Falls. The path was bordered by flickering candles, Lady Pembrook's preferred "mood lighting." Another swig of wine, and the aristocrat moved gracefully to her feet. "Yes, alright," she declared suddenly. "I believe it is time to welcome my guests." She offered a gloved hand to the maitre d', who blinked owlishly - had she not just told him no? She really is as eccentric as they say. Yet Walter nodded, and dutifully offered his arm. Lady Pembrook accepted it, and allowed herself to be led toward the entrance. Perfectly white teeth gleamed as she flashed a winning smile. "Let us spread love to all who are open to it! Tis' the season, you know."
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