To Escape the Snare [Open]

[neutronium]

WHO? Armitage Hux & OTA
WHAT? After Hux wins his Court battle, he uses the opportunity to start a series of public Salons/Gatherings.
WHEN? ??? [Shh whenever it fits for people. I'm having him hold 'multiple' so people can fit them in as necessary.]
ANYTHING ELSE? I'm trying to keep the need for the mods on this to a minimum so they aren't over taxed; if you need an NPC Aranean or the like, let me know. Feel free to start your own threads [All info will be in the body of the post.]

Attend the General's Salon

[And no, it isn't that sort of salon]



You receive an invitation, requesting your presence at the General's Salon, A place to mingle and discuss the higher things. A neutral space to discuss politics, for Anareans and guests alike.

Dress your best.

But of course, that is far from the truth. Like all things here, everything is dangerous, even if it is beautiful and can seem harmless. Hux has found a large ballroom to use for these gatherings; it gives space for the Aranean's to use their true form if they so wish, while giving humans and guests ample space to avoid confrontation.

Food and drink are provided (donated by a patron), and there is ample siting areas, for people to have small discussions as a group, or perhaps more intimate discussions as well. The floors, of course, are stone--easier to clean up any blood that might be spilled.

For all the talk of 'neutrality', Hux mingles with guests, and sits upon a chair near the center, dressed in his finest and still wearing the necklace provided by the Princess. So his affiliations have been made known; it is unclear if simply being at the salon, or showing favor to him will mean others will think favor is provided to her as well.

But of course, this is just a neutral space. And while those very oppose to the Princess may avoid the Salons entirely (given how Hux won, that wouldn't be a surprise), others of more neutral minds will still attend, interested in gaining information themselves--even if they don't wish to debate.


But if one wishes to discuss a House they might favor, and why--or why COST should be favored over Regency (or why not), feel free and step forward and discuss. See if others lend their voices for and against your arguments. And don't worry, this is friendly after all--no one is going to get eaten.

--unless you offend someone, of course. But that's the risk in this place. Hux isn't going to be able to stop that.

Comments

[ergosphere]

"No," he said. "No one. I thought the room was empty."

Kylo didn't turn to leave, instead walking further into the room. If 'John' was waiting for someone, he didn't particularly care. He'd leave when he wanted to, and not any sooner.

"I'm with COST, as well. Kyle." He didn't sound too enthused about his name, nor did he extend his hand to shake in greeting. Instead he clasped both hands behind his back, appraising the room around them.

[omniavincit]

The other man—the least likely Kyle William has ever seen—conducts himself as though used to people keeping out of his way, and William isn't eager to be the exception. He nods in lieu of a handshake, then disappears, bit by bit, to the fringes of the room, studying a sconce made of interlaced metal. Listening to the rise and fall of voices outside.

It's an appreciable length of time before he turns and says, dust-dry, “Take it you didn't come here for the conversation.”

[ergosphere]

Kylo had no interest in filling the silence, though he was annoyed William hadn't left. Most people got the hint and didn't linger near him overlong, whether or not they knew him. He liked to think he exuded an aura that warned people away from him. Instead, it sometimes attract the wrong sorts. Like Mordred.

He scowled when William spoke. Conversation wasn't why he'd walked into an empty room, but maybe he was talking about the salon as a whole. His observation wasn't wrong, either way.

"No. But we all have to make our appearances. And the host is my -- companion." He looked confused about that for a moment. It would be awkward to call him a subordinate around here, but what else was appropriate? Colleague? Coworker? Partner? It all sounded wrong. Hux was a menace, that much was certain.