(1310-08-20) White Rose Storytime
Summary: How to fluster a White Rose, and be observant enough to catch whether it is more than just an act? It is storytelling time at La Rose Sauvage, and there will be blushing and flustered looks aplenty. (OOC warning: coarse language)
RL Date: 20/08/2018
Related: None
marielle audrialla aimeric uncumber antoine 

Solar — La Rose Sauvage

Compared to the darker, heavy interior of downstairs, the solar feels like a pleasant contrast, where the use of light pastel tones and white provide a light air that is almost convincing. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city are guarded by curtains in light shades of pastel greens and blues. A few thick carpets cover the polished oak floor, where a few high backed armchairs are arranged about a kneeling cushion in the center. Beverages offered here will usually be white sparkling wines, to lighten the mood and keep up a certain innocent air. The tapestries on the white walls are kept to lighter hues as well, picturesque depictions of alyssum flower arrangements along with those of modest maidens in innocent situations, while the darker side to Alyssum canon reveals itself only to the attentive eye, in the details of the woodwork in dark mahogany side tables and the seats, depicting a pair of man and woman caught in obvious amorous entanglement, she faintly resisting and averting her gaze.

The solar of the White Rose wing has been altered a little, as in there is hits of color, pale colors, and chairs arranged to remind of sitting around the campfire with several in the center of the ring of chairs. For the moment the center chairs are unoccupied but a few guests have started claiming the ring of spots to sit. Servants and Novices go around bringing drinks, light finger foods, and some delightful desserts from Audrialla's bakery. Everything, from the drinks to the food, is light, sweet.. designed to create the feel of innocence. Just as one would expect from the White Roses. By the solar entrance is MArielle greeting people and assuring they do not claim the center seats but the outer ring of seats. The White Roses participating in the games are, for now, left to do their socializing or arrivals when they wish.

Audrialla is overseeing the assistants setting up the desserts. Petit fours, a pale plate of madeleines, and a candy tasting lightly of orange and melon. Also features are chilled merengues over a buttery biscuit with a hint of hazelnut and raspberry. All very light on the pallet and proper for the occasion. She herself wears a dress of pale blue, fitting in with the decor while not fading away into it.

Mingling. Socializing. Not a thing that comes easily to someone who has been raised in Alyssum canon. And so Aimeric will stand there, looking a bit lost perhaps, gaze lowered as not to become in danger of meeting the eyes of others. Hands laced loosely at his back. The White Rose Adept is clad in white shirt and trousers, shirt buttoned up all the way to the collar. The delicacies prepared by the fabulous Audrialla earn a glance though. Delicacies cannot stare back, and so they seem to be a safe focus for his attention.

Stepping in rather slowly, Antoine looks around a bit carefully. "Hmmm…" He comes to a stop, stepping a little away from the entrance as he looks around, offering a smile to Marielle.

Aimeric would find a cold, bronze colored hand clasped around his wrist, slowly pulling his arm away from his torso. Another bronze hand gently clasped his other wrist and pulled it away from his center to splay him out like a slaughtered chicken. He would find a firm pressure in his back as the colorful, foreign girl leaned against the adept to awkwardly sandwich him against a wall. There was no familiarity between the pair, or a reason for the sudden need for a wall sandwich, but Uncumber did soften the situation with a sudden "Oh, Hello!" as though she hadn't noticed the Aimeric until then.

Switching out with a Mandrake, who was undoubtedly promised a little fun with a Marielle if he behaved less… Mandrakey, as a greeter for guests, undoubtedly the man was talked into being greeter so the White Roses could all participate in the storytelling event in some way or another. When Antoine arrives MArielle smiles gently and lifts up to give a kiss to him in greeting. It is no secret he is one of her long term patrons and that she is very close to him. Uncumber's arrival doesn't entirely get surprise from Marielle her introduction to her was no less.. forward. A soft murmur is given to a passing servant and that servant starts to go around the room whispering to White Roses to start drawing guests towards the 'firepit' to sit down. Mari's hand slides along Antoine's to guide him over towards the ring of chairs, "seeing you is always a pleasure my lord." she says with a slight flush.

There is a faint flinch, when Aimeric feels one of his wrists seized, and then the other, arms pulled apart to remove that slight bit of protection they might have offered. There is a surprised gasp, when the young adept feels the contours of a female crushed against his back, and in natural reaction, he evades. Tries to. Alas, there is only the wall, and Aimeric manages barely to turn his face to the side, before the chill of the wall kisses his cheek and he is helplessly trapped. "H…hello," he offers in timid plea. "Would you… please release me, as I… I doubt can breathe…like this." Already a first flush claims his cheeks, clearly visible as he wears no veil like female White Roses would.

Audrialla tsks at Uncumber's bold form of Hello. "And here I thought you were only so brazen when cake was on the line," the baker teases. She draws a platter of sweets together and accompanied the guests to the fireside to make offering of her handiwork… and to listen.

Antoine smiles. "It's always a pleasure to see you as well," he offers in return to Marielle, as he lets her guide him over towards the ring of chairs. He glances around briefly, nodding to the people he sees, then looks back to Marielle. "All is well, I hope?"

Uncumber half expected the young adept to flail about like anyone would when randomly grabbed and contorted like a child's doll. He could feel her fingers sprawl slowly out with his own, half entwined with his digits. "You can't?" she asked. "That is… terrible…" she told him with a slight shake of her head. "I will teach you how to breathe then…" she stated, working around the problem as she took in a deep breath. "In… and out!" she started to coach. It was perhaps a way to break the ice for the shy adept, but it was also equally ridiculous… and claustrophobic when her head pressed against the Adept to turn and glance at Audri. There was plenty of room for Uncumber not to mash Aimeric against the wall, but the foreign girl seemed inclined to only add to the vice between them "I am sure there is cake…" she defended her actions. "Check his pockets!" she demanded like a true cake bailiff.

All the White Roses in the room start taking seats in the middle of the 'firepit', putting themselves on display for the guests. Each White Rose, that has veils on, removes thiers. Undoubtedly it was a rule Marielle gave them. She's not going to allow White Roses to use their veils to hide their reactions. The deception skills of the Alyssum are truly going to be put to the test. Noting Uncumber pinning Aimeric against the wall gets a small sound from MArielle then she says to Antoine, "All is well, my lord. It seems I need to extract a White Rose from the devilish charms of a guest." And over to Uncumber Marielle goes, after assuring Antoine has been seated. "I have need of Aimeric to start the evening festivities." says Marielle, lifting a hand to slide along Uncumber's arm to cause her to loosen her grip on Aimeric.

"Please…" Aimeric sounds clearly flustered and awkward, as Uncumber continues to torture him with sudden and also very suggestive proximity. "Please, let go of me." His gaze finds Marielle, as if pleading her to help him in his current peril. It is her accusation though, or the guess at one, that makes the adept straighten suddenly, as he tells her, in a voice both shy and shaking slightly with indignation. "I wouldn't." A glance towards Audrialla. "Companions, no! I'm no cake thief!" He looks to where the other White Roses are gathering. "And please… if you would excuse me." Just in time with Marielle's intervention, Aimeric accepts with a soft sigh of relief. Be it through Marielle's tactics of distraction or his own agility in slipping away from Uncumber's assault, Aimeric finally makes his way over to the center of the room and sits down. Hands brushing over his trousers, awkwardly before they settle in his lap.

"You can't steal what's freely given," Audri replies as she hands one of the chilled merengue desserts to Aimeric as he settles into place. She makes offering to the other White Roses as well with a warm smile.

Uncumber gently released the poor adept from her grasp. "Mind your self next time!" she chastized sternly before leaning in to give his cheek a soft, affectionate kiss. It was a dichotomy of emotion that bellowed from the actress either to placate her insanity or to break his social tension. Either way, the bronze skinned woman was hard to predict. She reached out to grasp Audrilla's hand as though to validate her silliness with numbers "And stop stealing cake!" she added before turning her head to murmer to Audri. "Those blasted cake Mongols…" she joked, despite the lack of cake… and the absent horde of Mongolian warriors.

Once all the Alyssum have 'become the fire' in the firepit Marielle moves to the only vacant seat left in it and stands before it. Another MAndrake with a Valerian enter the salon and they moves to stand where they can be seen by all the White Roses. They are, naturally, wearing outfits that might even make the most daring of people blush. They know their roll in this game. Marielle then speaks up, voice lifting to carry over the conversations without being a yell, "Our storytellers of the evening have a task.. to scandalize the innocent flowers of Rose Sauvage and you guests are also charged with a task. Your goal is to tell if the sweet little flowers are truly flustered by the stories being told of if they are only doing what they are trained to do.. be embarrassed to turn you on. To make it even more difficult for the White Roses none will be using the veils we all handle so well." Marielle's hand lifts to pull her veil off and to the floor it flutters. For those who know her twin sister Merielle no Coquelicot there is no mistaking they are identical twins. "So, come by the 'fire' and see how hot it can get. The guests who wish to tell a story let our storytellers know. Remember, the name of the game when telling the story is to make the White Roses get flustered." To remind people MArielle indicates the Mandrake and Valerian.

Forward the Mandrake steps once Marielle has seated, having been sinfully toying with the young man that is the Valerian. Really, can one expect a Thorny Rose not to toy with a Red Rose when they are together? She gives a sinful smile towards the guests and an sinister one towards the White Roses. "Let me tell you a story of the dark desires of one particular noblewoman.." Given the story comes from a Mandrake it bears very rough tones from it and is likely made up. She tells the tale in excruciating detail, emphasizing in the spots to capitalize on flustering the innocents, perhaps even some of the guests. It is clear her goal is to scandal and arouse, maybe even nestle a touch of fear to what the Mandrake is capable of.

Antoine raises an eyebrow as he listens, but keeps silent as he watches the happenings, expression rather neutral as he listens to what's said.

Audrialla widens her eyes a little at the story, pursing her lips and trying to keep a cool demeanor of her own. A faint blush rises in her cheeks although hardly as impressive as the lovely garden of roses.

Aimeric sits amidst other White Roses. Where the females suddenly are faced with the disadvantage of having their veils removed, he is at a slight advantage, as he never had to wear one. His veil is the mask of his features, a facade worn to those that look upon him. Even so, he steels himself once the Mandrake steps forth to tell her tale. And the blush rises in his comely features. Eyes pressed shut for a moment, as if to endure the awkward moment, and that deep flustered inhale through his nose, as the rosiness deepens upon his cheeks.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Audrialla=Perception+Mind Vs Aimeric=Subterfuge+Presence+2
< Audrialla: Success (2 3 8 6 1 4 2) Aimeric: Good Success (1 1 1 5 2 7 8 1 1 2 8 5)
< Net Result: Aimeric wins - Solid Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Audrialla=Perception+Mind Vs Marielle=Subterfuge+Presence+4
< Audrialla: Good Success (4 2 8 8 7 6 4) Marielle: Great Success (2 5 3 8 8 8 3 8 3 7 1 1 4 5)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Uncumber = Perception+mind Vs Marielle = Subterfuge + Presence + 4
< Uncumber : Good Success (8 7 5 7) Marielle : Great Success (4 6 7 8 7 8 5 7)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

All the White Roses display varying versions of their embarrassment at the tale told by the Mandrake. The guests guessing are a mix of correct and incorrect. The ones who make the mistake let out a disappointed groan. They did not win the prize already. Marielle, like all White Roses gets entirely flustered. Her hands lift to cover her face, fingers splayed to peek between them and her face is tinged red. Her skill to play up her House canon is not lacking so, telling if she is faking or not will be hard.

Audrialla isn't used to being around such blushing beautifies. Or any sort of courtesans. The commoner listens to the tale, flushed herself, and then watched the reactions with wide green eyes. She gets nothing from them, unsure which it is that is the case.

<FS3> Aimeric rolls Perception: Good Success. (1 4 1 6 4 1 6 7 1 7)

Uncumber sat and listened to the story with a stoic expression. There was a long pause of silence before her stoic figure animated in a sudden realization "I have one!" she exclaimed, pointing her finger to the ceiling. She interrupted the game to tell a mock story of her own. "There was once a boy… a young boy who ascended the ranks and became a white rose…." she said, throwing her arms out to dramatically halt any gasps. "There was a beautiful woman at his back. She pressed hotly against him, and he could feel every curve of her… her breasts, the bones of her hips, and even the feint indent of her nipples…" She went on to describe in scandalous and explicit detail each heart beat and bead of sweat that could be felt from such close proximity. It was a plain, and rather silly story that the court had seen not minutes ago, but it was the way the story was told that gave it any leverage in the game.

Antoine just observes in quiet for now, simply listening to what's being told. No guesses for him so far.

<FS3> Aimeric rolls Composure: Success. (8 3 5 2 1 2 1)

Satisfied with her results the Mandrake steps back, her predatory gaze focusing on Audrialla when she blushes, she is not a White Rose so, that makes her a very tempting treat. A knowing grin is given at Audrialla by the Mandrake and a wink. Who knows what the Mandrake will do once her task is done. After the Mandrake has stepped away the Valerian steps forward but then pauses as he hears Uncumber start telling her story. He slants a look to Marielle then the Mandrake. Something must have indicated to allow it to go for he steps back to let the guesses happen again.

As if he had felt the stare of the fabulous cake artist, Aimeric lifts his eyes and meets hers. A faint smile there on his features that are still stained by the blush.

But it seems, they are already proceeding to their next round of storytelling. And Aimeric lowers his eyes again, studying intently his fingers that rest in his lap. An embarrassed smile blossoms on his features, and he looks up in astonishment, seeing it is indeed Uncumber who is telling the story of how she 'greeted' him. His eyes widen, and there is a hesitant intake of breath.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Audrialla=perception+mind Vs Aimeric=subterfuge+presence+2
< Audrialla: Good Success (5 7 7 1 6 1 7) Aimeric: Great Success (3 7 2 5 6 4 7 8 1 3 7 4)
< Net Result: Aimeric wins - Marginal Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Audrialla=perception+mind Vs Marielle=subterfuge+presence+4
< Audrialla: Great Success (7 7 8 8 1 8 3) Marielle: Good Success (2 8 4 2 6 6 6 7 5 2 5 1 8 1)
< Net Result: Audrialla wins - Solid Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Antoine=perception+mind Vs Aimeric=subterfuge+presence+2
< Antoine: Good Success (1 4 6 4 8 3 8 6) Aimeric: Great Success (2 1 6 1 3 8 7 7 7 5 2 6)
< Net Result: Aimeric wins - Solid Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Antoine=perception+mind Vs Marielle=subterfuge+presence+4
< Antoine: Success (6 5 5 1 4 8 4 2) Marielle: Good Success (1 5 1 8 4 4 8 5 3 6 8 2 4 1)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Solid Victory

Again guests guess on whether the White Rose blushing is real or fake. As with previously the mix is of correct guesses and incorrect happen. As do the disappointed and pleased groans. So far none have gotten both right, much to their dismay. MArielle, of course, looks even more flustered at Uncumber's story. In her seat MArielle wriggles a little, as if it were flustering her more and more. She doesn't eve have the protectiveness of her veils to help shield her.

Audrialla gives a little smile to Marielle as she watches the Lady squirm. Her eye closes in a Merry wink sure she's caught the woman in a friendly lie.

Uncumber wrinkled her nose "His cock nearly put a hole in the wall…" she ended, pointing at the wall in question as her story concluded. She bent over at the waist to glance at the spot "You can nearly see the indent." she mused

Antoine raises an eyebrow as he watches the reactions. Aside from a few incorrect answers, he keeps silent for now.

Aimeric's throat ripples faintly as he swallows, his eyes focused somewhere far in the distance, before Uncumber's addition pulls his gaze towards her in an incredulous and completely flustered look.

Once more the Valerian steps forward, glancing around cautiously to assure he can do his story now. Make no mistake, it is not timidnes. He is not a White Rose. It is merely him assuring he will not be interrupted this time. The Valerian clears his throat and starts, "My story is about an unexpected foreigner who wanted to show his prowess in the way a Valerian is use to…" Much like with the Mandrake the story of the Valerian falls a little n the darker side, however, it has a more romantic tone to it. The darker tones are not as wild and the intimate parts are far more enticing but still very scandalous and designed to make a White Rose blush. It is, probably, a surprisingly gentle story for one of the Red Roses. Once done he returns to the Mandrake's side and the two for them talk quickly before looking to MArielle who gives an ever so subtle nod and away the two step, the Valerian clearly realizing he's going to be stuck in the grasp of the Mandrake for a while. The two of them are not entirely untouched by the storytelling, after all.They just aren't scandalized.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Audrialla=Perception+Mind Vs Aimeric=Subterfuge+Presence+2
< Audrialla: Good Success (6 4 7 4 8 3 5) Aimeric: Good Success (5 3 5 1 7 8 2 2 4 3 5 7)
< Net Result: Aimeric wins - Marginal Victory

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Audrialla=Perception+Mind Vs Marielle=Subterfuge+Presence+4
< Audrialla: Success (2 6 1 5 1 3 8) Marielle: Amazing Success (7 8 8 6 1 5 7 6 8 6 5 8 7 3)
< Net Result: Marielle wins - Crushing Victory

Uncumber spends 1 luck point

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Uncumber=Mind+Perception+50 Vs Aimeric=Subterfuge+Presence+2
< Uncumber: Amazing Success (5 7 5 1 6 5 2 7 7 6 6 7 7 8 3 8 2 2 2 8) Aimeric: Good Success (1 1 2 1 5 8 4 5 6 4 8 1)
< Net Result: Uncumber wins - Crushing Victory

Apparently, one Uncumber managed to get past the facade of a White Rose Adept, and it is Aimeric, the focus of her own dirty little take that seems to be clearly flustered. Perhaps it was her rather direct approach and language. Perhaps it was the fact to be reminded of that encounter, and what she claims to have happened. When Uncumber calls him out, Aimeric inclines his head in a nod. "It seems, I was caught," he admits, turning his gaze towards his hands, barely even daring to look towards the Valerian, whose tale was mostly ignored, when the other has been staying on his mind.

Uncumber gave a childish squeak. It was such a high pitched squeal that one wouldn't expect from a woman. "He did!" she exclaimed in a continued lie as she noticed the blush. You can see his cock is still hard!" she stated with a quick grope at Aimeric's groin. It was mostly meant for comedic effect as her fingers barely caught the fabric of his trousers, but when you were claiming a victory, effect was necessary.

Audrialla is again taken in by the Story, focusing instead on the desserts she passes around. She's not used to such stories, commoner as she is.

Antoine simply listens a bit thoughtfully, watching the reactions. He seems to be so caught up in watching that he forgets making a guess, it would seem. A glance around the room once more.

Hands rush forward, as if to shield what Uncumber seems to be grasping for. And Aimeric shakes his head vehemently, denying what the strange woman declares. "Please. Stop. You are embarrassing me…", he murmurs, pleading. Aware that Uncumber just has earned her a prize she probably wouldn't have been able to afford otherwise.

Uncumber giggled in amusement, reaching out with both hands to trap his own. "Are you so?" she asked vaguely before pausing to stare into his eyes. "Kiss my cheek" she demanded, turning her head sharply. "And I will leave you to your blushes."

A faint shake of his head is given, eyes still wide as if in shock at what she demanded of him. But maybe. Just maybe, this refusal is part of his little game. It is not Aimeric's decision. He has been trapped in the rules of the game.

As with each time White Roses and Guests blush and guess correctly and incorrectly. No guest has completely guessed correctly. Woe is all of them. Marielle, makes up for her failing of the previous round and does exceptionally well in the final round. Upwards she stands once more, "That is the end of the stories for the evening. It seems no one has correctly guessed each time but neither have any of the White Roses successfully deceived anyone. So, we'll call the evening a draw." She offers over a sweet smile, "It looks like the prizes will be held for another night."

Uncumber 's shoulders slumped as she was denied the kiss. She gave a lazy look around before pointing sternly at Audrialla. "My cheek must be kissed!" she demanded with the deep, beckoning tone of a seasoned general. "Come" she beckoned, patting her cheek with a single digit. Why Audri was the soldier enlisted for the task? Only the one true God would know.

Audrialla has to laugh at the demand. "I'm hardly the one to be begging affections from in a salon, kitten," she replies brightly.

Antoine nods a little as he listens, offering a smile to Marielle at her words. He keeps quiet for now, glancing over at the others as well.

Uncumber laughed at the baker's indifference. "Nope… I have demanded it, so you cannot deny it!" she claimed, an arm wrapping around the woman she shoved her cheek against the poor woman's face. It was not quite a kiss, but it was an amusing spectacle to watch the foreign girl to flop on and squeeze the poor baker to near death.

Now that her duties as the hostess are more or less done and the story telling game is over MArielle moves to plunk herself into Antoine's lap and against him she settles. "Did you enjoy yourself, my lord?" she wonders of him then of Uncumber and Audrialla, "And did you two?"

Uncumber paused briefly from her wrestling match to assure Marielle that… "I'm getting a cheek kiss" before resuming the struggle.

Audrialla has no recourse but to offer a kiss, eyebrows raised in strange surprise. "Very well, my greedy little cat".

There's a smile as his lap is claimed, and Antoine slips an arm around Marielle. "It was quite interesting, yes. I must admit I found observing more interesting than guessing, though." There's a brief grin offered to Uncumber and Audrialla, before he looks back to Marielle.

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