The First Bicentennial Helena House Tour Competition

[VonAulus 2082]

 

The First Bicentennial Helena House Tour Competition

Sponsored by Helena Red Ruby: Unleashed

 

The Ishikawa Room in the Gradic Manor of Felsen, 1554

 

 

To all homeowners of Helena, let it be known that in this year of our Lord 1767 the First Helena Housing Competition shall commence. Be you a smith or a merchant, an expert or a novice, you have the chance to earn a grand prize for the beauty of your home. The home is a person’s own kingdom, some people say. I don’t know them, but they sure say that. And you! The monarch of that land! Of course, not in truth. Our Imperial Majesty is the monarch. He owns all of your houses; he owns all of you in fact. My apologies, dear reader, I lose my train of thought. You are charged with decorating your castle- your house to your heart’s desire. Not the outside, unless you want a fine. The interior, I mean. The judges shall set upon your house like a pack of wolves on a babe left alone in the snowy woods. My overseer tells me that this metaphor is a bit overkill? Forget I even wrote that. Instead, they will set upon your house like a group of eager judges on an interior they have to judge. That’s a bit boring of a metaphor, but I’m not the one with the coffers am I? Damn bureaucrats. 

 

Moving on, I guess. The competition will be divided in a tripartite manner:
 

The Business Bracket | Prize: 2,000 Minas and the title Master of Business Decoration
There are those of you who battle in our free market system like gladiators of commerce. Some of you have beautiful shops, others have quite drab and ugly ones. It does not matter because now you have time to decorate your place of business! So decorate to your heart’s content and the most creative, the most intuitive amongst you vultures of the marketplace shall win a prize of 2,000 minas! Lord knows you need it, maybe you can invest in some cologne.  

 

The Manor Bracket | Prize: 2,000 Minas and the title Master of Manor Interior
To be frank, I’m not sure there’s even a point to including you folk in this competition. We all know that you’re too rich to afford an apartment but too lowborn to possess something of actual prestige. You’ll probably just hire the local interior decorator and, my boss says, that’s alright! Whoever among you has the most magnificent manor will score a prize of 2,000 minas. Not that you need it, parasites. 

 

The Apartment Bracket | Prize: 2,000 Minas and the title Master of Apartment Design
The apartments! This is where those of you in the city’s middle class can finally shove it in the manor folk’s face. Sure, they might win their bracket. But did they have to work with a ten by ten closet of a house? No! They had all the room in the world to work with, those retches. You folk, you salt of the earth, it is your duty to decorate the interior of your apartment and earn 2,000 minas to put food on the table. And…  maybe to make up for the debt you accrue buying decorations.

 

The Municipal Judges of Interior Design
+ Peridot Carrington, Sheriff
+ Green Carrington, Treasurer 
+ Douglas Denims, Master Builder 
+ Alpha Carrington, Former Mayor
+ The Colonel, A Colonel

 

Competition Entry Form

 

https://forms.gle/5Q4AHajRikZWdn3MA  

 

OOC

 

8:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
Monday, May 18.

 

 

[rukio 8924]

”Good thing I don’t live in that city. No damn monarch is going to own me.” Astrid grumbles irritably as she fishes. 

[libertyybelle 6187]

Mary Lucille sends her bird to apply for the business sector. Hoping her family will judge fairly, regardless that she entered the race!

[BenevolentManacles 2232]

 

Bjorn Ironside raises his stone axe to the sky after sacrificing a collection of baby seals to the Allfather, “I hate Helena!”

[rukio 8924]

4 minutes ago, BenevolentManacles said:

 

Bjorn Ironside raises his stone axe to the sky after sacrificing a collection of baby seals to the Allfather, “I hate Helena!”

”Ah, you must be one of those Ashen Sigil Oren always goes on about. Shut up, we don’t sacrifice living creatures to the Father.” Ingrid, last Valkryie of Norland, would say as she struck the man upon the head with a staff.