Royal Broil Chalice Palace ~The RP~

[Naris_malem]

Tassia blushed at the other's words. But she hadn't needed to speak just yet since the little pageboy returned with a small serving tray with a glass sitting upon it. Smiling warmly she accepted the glass adn took a sip before thanking him.

Bading him to wait a moment more, she discretly slipped a hand into the small handbag on her wrist and pulled out a coin. Bending slightly she gave it to the pageboy. One couldn't dote upon those who did exactly what they were asked. She always awarded those with special treats or a coin or two.

"Thank you milady!" the little boy bowed deeply in his excitement. Before long he ran off to the others of his station, his face still lit up with his excitement.

Then Tassia turned back to Sousha and smiled. "I hope we do well." she said finally.  

[Eveangelen]

((This is my luncheon roll. I will be on later tomorrow, because I have school.))  

[delbosque]

((rolling for sithious for the second task, with this I declare the sencond task to be officially over))  

[Jasae Bushae]

"Hear ye! Hear ye! Announcing the Ruler of Byako!"
The doorman cried through the use of a magic mermaid kool-aid pitcher, eliciting a number of 'oooh's and 'aaah's' from the gathering of foofy headed individuals.

In walked none other than the Ruler of Byako! A thin stick of a figure, who carried itself with a regal bearing, stopping every few steps to lay on the ground.
"This room is forty two yards in length exactly!"
It proclaimed, standing up again, eliciting an applause from the gathered figures.

"You are the greatest measuring stick the city has ever known!"
One of the nobles proclaimed with some ethusiasm.

"Lets begin the big measurement dance!"
And thus on their way to the dining room, the gathered rulers began to do the happy measuring dance with the enthused ruler of Byako (who if you havn't figured it out by now is a yard stick) measured each and every one of them along the way.  

[delbosque]

Soon enough, the Chancellor's valet returned and a herald announced that luncheon was about to be served. Farthersomewich offered his arm to Her Ladyship the Monarch, and led the way in to the luncheon hall. There were plenty enough seats there for all the competitors, plus Her Ladyship, Chancellor Farthersomewich, Sir Andre, Sir Dling, Eri, and a couple handfuls of miscellaneous nobility, enough to fill up the the rest of the rather long table.

Being only a luncheon, there weren't as many plates and utensils and glasses and things on the table as there would be for dinner later on, but of course everything was set up very nice and proper and spotless. When most of everyone was seated, servants brought out an array of dishes piled with delectable foods, including (but not limited to) peach pie, carrot and celery sticks, pumpkin pie, green salad, cherry pie, fruit salad, jello salad, assorted miniature muffins, pasta salad, alphabet soup salad, apple pie, various kinds of non-cannibalistic carnivorous fare (ie: no rabbit out of respect to Her Ladyship, but maybe pork or beef since no one there was known to be swine or half-bovine... and likely they'd have frogs' legs and caviar), pot pie, sweet potato pie, and also mashed or hashed or diced potatoes with whipped topping and ice cream with gravy. Or, maybe it was the other way around. At any rate, there was a wide variety of things to eat, and plenty of elbow room, and at least one servant for every seated person there, to help everyone get whatever food it is that they would want.

While everyone sat down and got started on selecting what they wanted to eat, Chancellor Farthersomewich announced:
"When we are finished with our luncheon, we will all go on to Tesarel, where Her Ladyship has a few... activities planned for us. Er, for you the contestants." with that and a big grin, the Chancellor raised his glass of possibly-alcoholic beverage and took a drink of it. He then sat down and began eating his luncheon, his plate having been filled while he was speaking, by servants who were used to remembering the kinds of things he'd be expected to select from such a spread as was there. He ate daintily, with his little fingers extended, but somehow it didn't take him long to pack away a sizeable portion of the food on his plate.

((So, feel free to RP the luncheon as much as you want... but plan on being in Tesarel no later than wednesday.

Question for week 2: What is your character's preferred method of travel? Palanquin, hot rod, model T, locomotive, walking, bison...(her ladyship will be using a hot air balloon)
Use it to get them from the palace to Tesarel !

If you are confused about this, please post your questions in the mane event contest announcement thread, please, okay thanks!))  

[Eveangelen]

((Luckily, school got out early today. Now to rp my pathetic number from above. This should be fun.))

Eve followed the crowd of nobles into the luncheon hall. She was rather put out by the previous accidents. She hoped that the luncheon would at least be somewhat pleasant. She found a seat and attempted to gracefully sit in it like the other ladies present, but only succeeded in plopping down on her skirts. She muttered a few curses as she discreetly spread them out, but of course, a lady sitting next to her noticed a twittered delicately at Eve's attempt. 'Laugh it up now you overgrown snuffbox.' Eve thought.
She kept her ears open for conversation as she selected her food. Pasta salad and cherry pie occupied her plate as she spread her napkin across her lap. She took a calming breath. By god, she was not going to make a mistake. She carefully picked up her glass filled with water to take a sip. As she moved it to her lips, someone made a loud noise, and she jumped while successfully spilling a little water on her lap. Through the chattering people around her, they did not notice. She put the glass back on the table and tackled her food. She looked around at the other people and frowned at how easily they conversed. She shook her head and continued eating.
A few minutes later she felt some cherry pie on her cheek. She felt for her napkin, but it did not seem to be there. She looked down and saw that it had slipped to the floor. She pushed her chair back a little to get it, but in doing so, she had not noticed the servant carrying a tray with a water pitcher on it walking behind her. He stumbled on out of the way, but could not seem to regain his balance. As she sat up, she saw the pitcher flying towards her dining neighbor. Her hand flew up and grabbed the handle. She smiled when it did not go father, but the smile disappeared when she heard a shriek from beside her. She turned to see her dining partner soaked head to toe from the contents of the pitcher, and Eve thought things couldn't get worse.  

[Gracesan]

"Yes, I'm sure we will do fine. What you say we had over to lunch." Sousha asked as she followed the crowd into the hall and selected a seat midway up the table.
After settling into her seat Sousha turned to the servant standing not far away from her chair. "Could I have that vegetable soup, please?"
He simply nodded and went to retrieve the requested item. "Enjoy" He stated as he set the bowl down in front of her.
"Thank you."  

[Claire-chii]

"This doesn't make me look fat, does it?", Eri asked as she swung around in front of the large mirror, holding her dress at the skirt. She couldn't believe how many pearls glittered amidst the ambient light of the room.

"The dress is made to enhance your features, Lady Eri", the butler gracefully replied back, proof enough that he was worth of his title.

It took some time for Eri to get used to the dress she was wearing. During that time, Master Butler gave her the rundown of what things she missed and what happened to the Palace while she was away. She pretended about listening to the old butler. She had already read parts of it in her book, so it won't really matter if she skipped a detail or two. She found out there were seven people attending this grand competition.

"Alright. . . "

"You look splendid, my dear!", chanted the butler, like cooing a granddaughter to her first dance.

"The luncheon hall awaits!"

Eri walked out of the room and past a couple of halls. The shoes she wore before were no dice compared to the ones given to her by Master Butler. After a couple of turns she now walked into the big luncheon hall dominated by the grand table were all the nobles and contestants were in. A few of the nobles, upon looking at her, whispered and gossiped about the girl who cussed loudly that even Her Graciousness should be ashamed.

Master Butler went on ahead and introduced her to the nobles that were there. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present you Lady Eri. She was the person who made the queen's majestic Nautilus possible and is a dear friend to the queen."

Upon hearing the magic words, "a dear friend to the queen", a lot of nobles began whispering and throwing off small praises and courteous gestures towards the girl. Eri sighed, shrugged and stepped forward after getting the cue from Master Butler.

"Dear friends, we are gathered here today to witness an event that will decide who will be the next Grand Dowager of this land. As Master Butler has said, my name is Eri, a well-known scholar and historical researcher, and I came here not because of the queen's request -", a sudden gasp and silence from the audience was heard. Several nobles were disoriented by how she rudely does her introduction but they all just kept it to themselves. "- but because I wanted to. I'd like to ask the contestants to dispense the royal airs for just a while, refrain your royal cryers and introduce yourself once again, in your own voice. We don't need to be strangers in front of each other. . .", Eri said in a very distinct and clear tone.

". . . and in front of food.", she whispered softly while she raised a glass filled with some sort of drink, tipped it a bit and sipped. She sat to where Master Butler led her, amidst the knights, the Chancellor and Her Ladyship.  

[Fuzzy Mitten Mistress]

Rooj dug into the food with the manners of a small child as she pushed aside what she didnt like and added dessert after dessert.  

[Faulty Ambition]

Sir Madam continued to applaud the apparent werewolf, despite not being noticed for it. This task took up all of his attention, so he did not seem to notice when everyone else moved on to the luncheon. His applause ended then as he looked up to find that he was alone in the great hall aside from servants.

“One. Two. One, two, three, four,” he muttered to himself before snapping his fingers with a sharp enough crack to startle another competitor enough to spill her water into her lap. Immediately, every servant in the room snapped sharply to attention and several more appeared. Sir tapped his foot on the floor, seemingly in impatience, but it kept a steady beat nonetheless. The servants arranged themselves with flawless choreography into two parallel lines to his sides.

The crier and his trumpet flared a toe-tapping intro as Sir raised an arm to the sky.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand… you put your right hand in! You put your right hand out! You put your right hand in and you shake it all about!”

The servants followed in a massive dance that was so precisely choreographed that half the people on Broadway spontaneously burst into tears without knowing exactly why. It continued fabulously right up until the end.

“And that’s what it’s all about!”

A terrifyingly expensive pyrotechnics display erupted behind Sir as he slid down the hall on his knees in an extravagant finale. Such was his skill with ordering servants, Sir Madam had no need to actually call them to himself or dismiss them when the musical number ended. All that remained was one servant sweeping confetti from the floor and Sir as he straightened up and brushed himself off. (Task 2, Ordering Servants. Roll of 10.)

Sir Madam strode into the dining hall just a few seconds too late to be perfectly fashionable. He took his place with grace and tucked his napkin into his collar. He mistook his salad fork for his shrimp fork and skewered a small shellfish, but he corrected his mistake, feeling very selfish. He greeted the newcomer, Eri jovially. “I am Sir Madam, lover of the arts and macaroni, Madam Eri.” (Task 3, Luncheon. Roll of 8.)

A servant came up behind Sir, holding the keys to his personal flying ice cream sundae, powered by the joy of children. “Your transport is ready, Sir Madam, Sir. (Question 2, Transport.)  

[Naris_malem]

She was rather quiet as she entered the luncheon hall, not knowing what exactly would be expected of her manner-wise, but hoped for the best. Perhaps there will be strawberry cakes at the luncheon? With that thought she had to shake her head slightly to clear the idea. She had to do her duty, not waste time thinking about sweets....

That was the moment she looked up and saw the table. Very generous helpings of all kinds of things to eat. A lot of her favorites. But it was then that she noticed the desserts....or..well one dessert in particular. Strawberry cake. It was as if her sweet tooth took over; she didn't even know she was next to an empty chair at the table til her hip bumped into it. Tassia blushed then and with a murmured apology..or something of that nature she quietly sat in the chair.

A servant appeared at her elbow and from there she began her lunch...not that she ate much since all she truly wanted was the dessert.

Afterwards she wandered out she found that she needed to start making her way after the others that had already long left.

When she looked for her carriage she was a little embarrassed to find that the one left for her...apparently brought up from her home, was the one she had used when she was younger. While still built the same size as most carriages, it was shaped like a cake and looked like a strawberry in color.

The pink in her skin nearly matched the carriage.  

[Eveangelen]

((Transportation))
The noble woman had rushed off and came back in a dry dress. Eve apologized profusely to which the woman ignored Eve for the rest of the luncheon. For the servant she tripped, he was all right, but he apologized to her for not holding on to the water pitcher. Eve just shook her head and said 'no apology was necessary' for she felt it was her fault.
The luncheon continued with little mishaps for Eve. She even listened to a speech a Lady Edith-something-or-another gave, but the food couldn't last forever. Besides, Eve was excited to know what particular 'activities' Her Ladyship had in store. As other transportation arrived for the nobles, Eve waited in the hall for hers to appear.
A few minutes later, a servant tapped her on the shoulder. "Can I help you?" She said with a smile. The servant coughed, "Madame, your.....ship is making a ruckus." Eve's eyes lit up and headed outside.
A huge shadow had descended over the mansion. A ladder came down from the giant flying whale in the sky. She jumped onto the ladder and yelled to crew up above, "To Tesarel!'  

[Gracesan]

Finishing her lunch, Sousha realized that the others were leaving. Setting her napkin on the table as she stood, turning to the servant behind her, "Could you have Ceo'Nas brought around for my?"
"As you wish." He relied as he left for the stables.
She made her way out to the main entrance and smiled, thanking the servant who held her mount for her.
"Alright Nas, let's head to Tesarel" Ceo'Nas tossed her mane in reply as she galloped down the path, spreading her wings and took to the sky.  

[delbosque]

After luncheon, Her Royal Monarchyness and everyone accompanying her who was going to go along, boarded her personal hot air balloon. It was shaped and painted to look like the head of a giant squid, and had streaming lengths of fabric hanging down that were fashioned to be like tentacles.

They led the way to Tesarel, but were not necessarily the fastest and might not be the first to arrive.

((To Tesarel! -everyone go to that thread and regroup for the next round of tasks...

****announcement: The next tasks will be slightly postponed, until we are sure that everyone has got to the right place... or next week AT THE LATEST. Sorry, but some of us have been having trouble all getting on the same page, and it has been brought to my attention that there have been a lot of problems with people not being able to be online as much as is required by my original timetable. (I may have to adjust the thing, your patience is appreciated) Please RP your arrival in Tesarel, and if you can post every day anyway, please interact with each other and maybe answer Eri's interview question(s) for which you might get bonus points, thanks.))