Pompadour

Louise Antoinette Draskovic née Halcourt expresses a wide smile as she supports both Philippa and her sister for government positions.

Please!!

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47 minutes ago, DevoutChorale_ said:

The Baron of Halcourt JD SSE SCJ received the missive and hung it up on the poster-board of the City Estate d'Artois. Attached with the missive would be a note, 

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"Brethren,

Let us come together in support of the esteemed Lady Anne and Lord John, of House Pruvia-Provins and House d'Arkent respectively. -O"

 

 

Louise Antoinette Halcourt scoffs at her father’s posting of the wedding.

 “How lovely that there is a wedding for the d’Arkents… but I do recall my own father not posting my own wedding on the manor…” She’d look out the window to her horse, whom she named Jeanne, and quietly said:

“Ugh- I cannot complain.. he gave me a horse.” Louise tossed the invitation aside, now amassing with the mound of clutter on her writing desk in Draskovic Hall.
The mistress of Draskovic Hall continued to jot notes and calculate the financial expenses of her family. 

Louise Antoinette Halcourt reads over the paper, nodding her head as she read along. She’d place the missive aside. “Maude for mayor.. it’s brilliant! - I should like to reconstruct Providence if she wins.” She’d say with a wide smile, penning a letter immediately.

Louise Antoinette Halcourt returns home to her manor after her mother had already been freed and unsold. She’d tie her horse up and trot inside, feeling something weird in the air. She promptly ignored it and slammed herself onto a loveseat, falling asleep instantly. 

Louise Antoinette Halcourt gleams in horror at the auction! “Mother!!” She’d cry before shoving a longsword from the fireplace mantle down the back of her corseted gown, sheathing it. Louise exited the manor, mounted her horse and rode to Sedan. 
 

Jeanne de Motte scowls from the seven skies. “GOD knows if they were wonks…”

R

Louise Antoinette Halcourt quickly fills out the form while dressing for her wedding. She does not know what she has signed, but she signed it, only glancing at the title. 

"Field Day?" The woman asked, quickly tossing the missive aside on her desk.

Her maid would be lacing up her corseted gown. "TIGHTER!" Louise yelled at the maid. "I can't have my waist be looking as big as a cow's for the ceremony!"

An Unexpected Union

Between

Draskovic-Kovachev and Halcourt

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On the 20th of the Sun's Smile, 1828, all citizens of the Holy Orenian Empire are invited to witness the matrimonial joining of the Henry Joseph Draskovic-Kovachev and Louise Antoinette Halcourt in the Providence Cathedral. Following the ceremony, there will be a celebratory reception at Draskovic Hall outside of Providence.

[!] A courier hand delivered formal invitations to the following:

HIM Emperor John VIII - And his esteemed household.

HIH Princess Elizabeth Anne - And her esteemed household.

THR Baron Olivier Halcourt - And his esteemed household. (Immediate Family of the Bride).

THR Baron Varon Draskovic - And his esteemed household. (Immediate Family of the Groom).

HG Duke Peter d'Arkent - And his esteemed household.

THR Baron Wilhelm d'Arkent - And his esteemed household.

THR Count Erik Othaman - And his esteemed household.

THR Count Iskander Basrid - And his esteemed household.

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[OOC]

Sunday, 11th of July

9 PM EST

Louise Antoinette Halcourt read over the third gossip column, which then accumulated upon her writing-desk with the others. Louise looked across her bedchamber to the mannequin holding up her wedding gown which bore a long, pink train.

Her face was blank. 

"It's all gossip... hah.. worried for me... worried.." She'd mutter after taking the stack of missives, tossing them into the fireplace and placing the cast iron door over the hearth.

After buying a new, red-silk mantua gown and changing into the frock, she'd fly down the stairs to the awaiting tea service in her parlor. 

I sign the petition too!

Pompadour. 

Louise Antoinette Halcourt read over the recount of the ball. Upon reading the near end of the writings, the young maiden flew into a rage. Slamming the pamphlet down, she’d take a small, Rococo vase, and launched such across the parlor. The vase smashed into thousands of pieces. 

Reserved

"To be fair... those stays sucked the life out of me in front of the Imperial Princess. However, I am glad they liked my gown!" Young Louise squealed as she'd put her heavy, cloth-of-silver panniered gown into a box and into the Rococo armoire across her bedroom. "Such a display it was- even though I did not win Ruby, at least someone fashionable did.."

“Thank GOD.” Louise Halcourt said in a cheery tone before strolling the gardens of the Augustine.

On 5/9/2021 at 1:01 PM, MissAnneDrey said:

Theodora thought about Margaret, the Renee-Antoinette Ripoff. "Poor Mary Anne... a Renee-Antoinette wannabe..." She murmured. "She never made it to the heights of Renee, though."

Margaret's face will forever be alabaster white. 

“Thank GOD I am dead.” Mused the late Margaret Annabelle Helvets from the Seven Skies. “My poor aunt and family reduced to peasant tasks!” The dead Helvetii cried before slamming the pamphlet down on her heavenly desk.

Jeanne Poisson de Motte sits in the Seven Skies, waiting.

Denied? I think that was a typo. The Vasoyevi settlement should have been accepted. Why? While I read over their application, their settlement provides not only a unique culture that differs from that of other nations, its builds are superb compared to what the current server provides. What the Vasoyevi can and will provide is a unique, enriching experience to players, and to especially new ones (from reading recently on how many new players quit Lord of the Craft). Not does the denial of the settlement application destroy the opportunity of retaining a possible new population of LOTC roleplayers, but it also limits a creative and new experience for players who wish to step out of their current bubble. This settlement meets criteria. 

A sad, utter disgrace and disappointment that it was denied. 

+1 for Vasoyevi.

-1 for the World Team.

Louise Antoinette Halcourt frowns upon not receiving an invitation. “Wretched wench! I bet her waist looks as big as a cow’s in that dress.” The young girl jeered alone in her bedchamber not knowing what ‘wench’ was. After which, the Halcourtian skipped in the gardens of the Augustine to pick wildflowers along the grand basin.

R.

Duty to family - 80

discord: ^^^^^

Party - 80

discord: Pompadour#3549

Margaret Annabelle Helvets rolls around in the grave.

Charlotte de Motte smiles upon reading the poster. “Oh my!” Called the Auvergnian. “Perhaps I can bear some gifts for mistress and her family.” She’d smile.