Arrivals at the Entry Hall (Lioncourt's Coronation Party)

[kaolinandbone]

The entry hall of Lioncourt's castle is a vast, gothic thing, with deep burgundy tapestries on the walls and matching carpet underfoot. The precisely-fitted masonry has been polished within an inch of its life, the dark stone gleaming sullenly in the insistently cheery light of the newly-installed electric lamps.

Within the high arches of the surrounding baulaustrades, two women intone the same spell, matching each other's cadence: A pale girl, looking little older than a child, and a tall, red-haired woman with serious slate-grey eyes.

As the last syllable fades, twin portals shimmer into existence: the first multiversal party in the Many Worlds is officially underway!

Comments

[mountains_themselves]

One of the first guests is a god. Ordinarily, this god doesn't care very much as presenting as divine, but this is a special case. He's in a set of armor that looks very appropriate for a god of the desert, but pretty enough to not stand out at a party. One collects these things, in four thousand years of divinity. He floats through the portal and inclines his head to both women.

"Hello."

[kaolinandbone]

The small girl inclines her head and smiles. "So glad you could attend, Raezenoth. I realize this isn't actually binding for you, but I'd like to observe the form: In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

Anda and Linsa

[ambrovimvor]

Two women step through a gate one is small and slender with light skin and moves with natural unconscious grace. The other is several inches taller, much more stocky, and with medium toned skin.

Both are dressed in similar outfits of bright blue and cream, with long capes. Their arms are bare from the elbows, revealing long ridges along the forearms of the shorter woman with openings at the wrists. As the gate closes behind them a tentacle (thin, slightly paler then the skin of the arm itself) emerges from one opening on the underside of the arm to wrap around her Companion's wrist, and the Companion in turn places her opposite hand on her channel's shoulder.

Re: Anda and Linsa

[greatcomposure]

"Welcome," says Cordelia. "In exchange for Lioncourt's hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

Thorn and Tyche

[onwhatwingswedareaspire]

A heavily scarred (given Eclipse's medical technology, and the patterns they make, this is probably cosmetic) black-haired woman, dressed in dark blue flowing clothing, and a blank-faced obviously-mechanical person, come through the portal from Eclipse.

"Hello," says Tyche cheerfully.

Re: Thorn and Tyche

[kaolinandbone]

Lioncourt nods in turn to each of the pair. "Tyche and Thorn, I presume. Quite an artful choice of morph, if I may say so." She smiles, studying the black-haired woman more closely than would be usual. "Now, I'm afraid I must observe the formalities: In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

Ahrotahn

[calledtoventure]

A gate opens, and a woman steps through. Her hair is rusty brown; her face is beginning to show signs of age. She is dressed in a dull orange blouse and a long slate-gray dress, and wearing a backpack; she carries in both hands a box wrapped in black paper and a red ribbon. A slim book hangs from her belt.

Re: Ahrotahn

[greatcomposure]

"Welcome," Cordelia greets her. "In exchange for Lioncourt's hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

Kit

[hide_and_seek]

A small child with her fingers in her mouth steps through. Blinking at the light, she looks around at the people.

Re: Kit

[kaolinandbone]

"Hi Kit!" Lioncourt's smile is instantaneous. "Welcome to the party! I just have to ask you to make a promise for me, okay? I'll treat you as my guest at the party and make sure you get home safely, and in exchange you won't hurt anyone or go wandering off outside the castle. Is it okay with you if I make you promise that magically?"

Guests from Zot

[twentysevenlevels]

Four brave adventurers have been chosen by their gods as delegates to congratulate the new ruler.

_You feel the presence of a foreign magic.

Four brave adventurers seek the transportation they had been told was coming.

_There is a Gate to another world here.

Four brave adventurers step through their portals.

Re: Guests from Zot

[kaolinandbone]

Lioncourt bows formally to each guest in turn.

"Welcome, envoys of the gods of Zot. In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

Dispersive Prism

[aestrix]

A dark haired elven woman steps through the portal, and smiles immediately. She's wearing a shimmery, sparkly gown that shifts through a multitude of colors in the light, sparkling faintly.

The elven woman giggles a bit, and says, "Hi! It's nice to meet you."

Re: Dispersive Prism

[greatcomposure]

"It's nice to meet you too," says Cordelia. "That's a lovely dress you're wearing. In exchange for Lioncourt's hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

VVVVVV

[vvvvvvibrant]

An alarm blares aboard the D.S.S. Souleye.

"Argh, what is it now?" Viridian frowns, then quickly smiles again and shuts off the alarm upon noticing the portal that opened at the back of the bridge. "Of course, the party!"

Violet double-checks the autopilot, and the crew, in uniforms matching their names, enter.

Re: VVVVVV

[greatcomposure]

"Welcome to the party," Cordelia greets them. "In exchange for Lioncourt's hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

Tea is Served

[kaolinandbone]

The doors at the far end of the hall stand open, revealing a colorful expanse of flowers: amid the gardens, immaculate porcelain servants await, holding equally-white tea sets in their dainty hands.

((Please proceed to http://kaolinandbone.dreamwidth.org/1112.html
for tea.))

Meletiti Entelecheiai

[meletiti_entelecheiai]

The gate opens to reveal a stony alleyway, lined with concrete buildings; in the background, great windowless skyscrapers loom ominously over the city. (If Cordelia knows much about architecture at a glance, the skyscrapers are quite obviously too tall for their material; either the stone isn't supporting their weight or they're somewhere with much lower gravity.)

There is not much in the way of sound. A chill breeze, the honking of horns, no idle chatter or chirping birds.

But there are sirens. That is definitely the sound of sirens coming through the gate.

The relevant guest is running right past the gate when it opens, and turns a sharp corner into it without missing a beat. Coming to a neat halt in front of the other end, he steps smoothly into an elegant half-bow to his greeter, not even out of breath. Somehow, his neat red suit isn't even rumpled by his exertions, and his reddish-brown hair is not, in fact, glistening with sweat.

... The effect is somewhat spoiled when he then blinks, steps half way out of the gate, waves his hand to no obvious effect, and then steps back in.

Re: Meletiti Entelecheiai, with Cordelia

[greatcomposure]

Cordelia raises her eyebrows slightly, but doesn't ask.

"Welcome," she says. "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time. In exchange for Lioncourt's hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

[intricate_engineer]

Glen, an engineer from a multi-dimensional trade organization, steps through the portal. She holds a notebook and has a messenger bag slung over one shoulder. She begins to inspect her surroundings, paying more attention to the architecture than the people.

[kaolinandbone]

Lioncourt taps her on the leg and coughs politely. "Down here, miss. I'm afraid I have some formalities, before you become entirely enamoured with my castle."

MagicPhd

[magicphd]

A middle-aged man in a well cut lab coat steps through.

"Fascinating. I'm sure I'll have all kinds of good data to get through when I get home.
But where are my manners. I am Dr. Erik Stone -MagicPhd on the forum. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Re: MagicPhd

[kaolinandbone]

"Welcome, Mr. Stone. I will remind you that you are subject to unfamiliar physics while you're here, so the following is quite serious: In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

Miles, Lurker, Dotted Lines

[thisvorlunatic]

A gate opens without any local help.

A 4'9" human with a distinct family resemblance to Cordelia steps through it, carrying a hefty wooden box. He stands aside to let his companions follow.

Re: Miles, Lurker, Dotted Lines

[lurkingkobold]

A small biped, significantly shorter than the human, steps through, wearing an off-emerald green outfit that complements her blueish grey fur and a leather belt with a few pouches hanging from it. She peers around, then steps aside and gestures for the person behind her to follow.

Royce Bracket

[digitalarchitect]

A gaunt, uneasy-looking man in a faded labcoat steps out of the portal, looking around at the mass of guests. He cradles a large, vaguely sword-shaped chunk of silicon and copper in his arms.

"Ah, is this... The party?"

Re: Royce Bracket

[kaolinandbone]

Lioncourt eyes the strange object in the man's arms. "Yes, it is. In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

Inkspot

[poll_the_stars]

A woman in a long, simple black dress steps through the gate. This seems to be a theme for her - black hair, a black masquerade themed mask covering half of her face, black practical shoes. Her hair's up, with dark flowers just barely distinguishing themselves from the hair surrounding them. Certain people might recognize her anyway.

(This is crazy, she is crazy, she has gone absolutely bonkers, why did she decide to come here, why? There are bloody assassins out to kill her!)

But the potential gains from meeting people at this party... She couldn't resist. But she was careful. She's near impossible to recognize by sight alone. She has defenses, she has her knife, the flowers in her hair double as drug laced weaponry for her plant craft that'll knock out a person twice her size in under ten seconds. She has full mp, permanency on all of her protection spells, and the ability to gate out the minute things look even a little questionable. She can avoid Prism.

Inavet takes a deep breath, and says, "Hello."

Re: Inkspot

[kaolinandbone]

Lioncourt blinks, then makes a small shooing motion at the unfamilar woman. Miles' saving her life only goes so far. "You're quite welcome to join us, but if you wish to do so in your current state..." Her eyes flick to the flowers in Inkspot's hair. "I need you to agree to the following: In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, you will swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident."

Dr. Realist

[antiprojectionist]

A man with purple hair steps out of a portal, a tattered labcoat draped loosely over his scarecrow frame, a jaunty smile on his face as he pushes up his monocle. "Hello there." He smiles at his hostess. "It's good to be back in a moderately sensible world again."

Re: Dr. Realist

[kaolinandbone]

Lioncourt can't help but let the corner of her mouth twitch up at this man's eccentric appearance. "Welcome to the party. In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

[withmanyfingers]

A portal opens into the vacuum of space, eliciting some rather strong winds as air is sucked from the entry hall. Through the portal, a brief glimpse is seen of a trio of spaceships in close formation near a ringed planet, which is quickly occluded by the emergence of a strange fish-like creature, encased in a huge metal battlesuit. It comes flying through the portal at a considerable speed, but comes to a halt quickly, with thrusters firing to bring it into a hovering position, before allowing it to fall to the floor with a heavy metallic clank. Arms tipped with sinister-looking rotating barrels gesture menacingly at the various persons in attendance, sweeping them with faintly-visible red beams.

[greatcomposure]

"It would have been nice of you to warn us about the vacuum," says Cordelia. "Welcome. In exchange for Lioncourt's hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"