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All information except the truly critically personal information will be presented in spoilers. Anything else will be pm’d. I suggest not reading anyone else’s update until the group is together, to avoid what could be great RP and spoilers.
Anything not in player specific spoilers is for everyone, regardless of it’s position in the post (if it’s before spoilers, read it first, then your spoiler, etc…it’s about timing)
You had been doing odd jobs here and there. You had spent most of your time with other former Confederates, even those who now cavorted with foreigners and Yankees. This was a place of supposed equality, sure. But did anyone really believe that? The Yankees wanted to continue raping the country with their industry. The French and British could no longer suppress the free spirit of America, and the blacks could not be trusted to carry this sort of thing forward. But you were told it was necessary. Over fire light and whiskey, among close friends, they spoke of the South rising again. Hell, they had surrendered because their leaders had given up; they had not been beat. And any dog that was still alive could bite the hand of a worthless master.
So you bided your time, secure in the knowledge that when the time was right, Prosperity and the South would be free from northern tyranny and aggression. When some of your friends invited you to a party celebrating some sort of contraption, you were hesitant. The party would be held in the mansion of a Frenchman, some part royal snob in a wig. But Mr. Williams insisted that you go as his guest. After all, there was still great ground work to be laid, and allies, however grotesque to you, were necessary.
And so you arrived at the party, awaiting Mr. Williams so that you would not have to talk to any of the other guests…
*You no longer have a uniform fit to wear formally. You may borrow a suit from Mr. Williams, but gentlemen do not carry weapons to parties.
For the last few months you have been staying as the guest of Ansas Goettner, a reported cousin of Wilhelm and a wealthy business man who is now head of a prominent family with ties to mining and even railroads. You are one of only a few Prussian military members who reside in the Prussian Quarter, a fairly nice section off of main Prosperity’s ‘quaint’ western town center. Cobblestones and European style mansion built into a block are reminiscent of London’s noble quarter or the high streets of New York.
None of that interests you. You instead spend your days observing those around you, being courteous when called for, and watchful at all times. Mostly this place bored you. Good food, decent enough conversation about world affairs, a chance to discuss your military exploits with the entertained masses of nobility and foreign dignitaries. One thing you have noticed is that nobody leaves Prosperity. This seemed odd to you, as one would think these nobles might travel east to the big cities, or even back home. But nobody did, they all seemed content to hear news through telegram and secure ‘wired coding’ as they put it. The Prussian Consul, a man appointed to speak on the King’s behalf here in Prosperity, kept a device in his office that looked like a small phonograph horn connected to a series of glass tubes and copper plugs. You were told that agents of the Prussian Military sent coded messages from the coast in order to avoid intercept of messages. After a few years of secretive use, the device now also allowed various nobles to receive messages from home. However, it was closely guarded behind locked doors so as to keep the technology and any sensitive data from prying eyes.
You were glad for such scientific gains. Such a device could be invaluable on the battlefield, allowing high command to reach outposts in little time. You liked that. A broken command chain did nothing to serve the Kaiser.
You are now an invited guest to the French consulate to accompany Herr Goettner. Apparently it will be a celebration of what the international coalition and Prosperity’s prominent scientists have accomplished since the town’s inception. So to you slight annoyance, you would dress up once more and parade yourself through a crowd and regale them with tails of battle. But it was the King’s wish, so you would obey.
You are dressed in your formal wear with ceremonial saber and sidearm at your side.
*You may carry a single sidearm at this time, but I frankly had intense trouble figuring out what pistol a Prussian officer would carry. You may choose any reasonable German, Russian, French or American revolver from the time period.
A few months have passed. You are feeling quite good, but you have no memories from the time of your sickness. Occasionally the doctor from the hospital visits you. He is quite kind and is always interested in how you are acclimating back to life. Sometimes he brings a nice dinner and brandy to share while you talk about life here in Prosperity. His name was James Ferris, and he was from Boston originally.
It was through Dr. Ferris that you came to be invited to an event at the French Consul’s manor. He was unable to attend, and thought you would enjoy a look into the higher society of Prosperity. After all, you had been doing quite well of late, and had even become the manager in charge of one Prosperity’s many crop houses. Your small glass building on the outskirt of town produced enough carrots to meet the demands of the entire town. You were not quite sure how much you would be able to keep up with conversation, but you borrowed a suit from Dr. Ferris and made your way to the party. You were quite eager to see what new developments were announced in what they called a celebration of international cooperation and scientific achievement.
You have been asked to be one of the representatives of the hospital at a celebration of scientific developments this year, as well as international cooperation. The celebration will be held at the mansion of the French Consul. You are to wear a nice suit, and of course a gentleman does not carry his doctor’s bag or hidden pistols to a formal party.
You have been invited to a party at the Manor of the French Consul. The event is a celebration of new technology and scientific advancement over the past year. It is also a celebration of international cooperation. As an investor in certain sciences, you are representing your faction…as well as taking a key opportunity to rub elbows.
*You are wearing a suit, your pocket watch, and your brother’s handkerchief. It is unbecoming of a gentleman to be armed at a formal event.
A party is being held at the French Consul’s mansion to celebrate the year’s advancement in science. They will also be celebrating the international cooperation within Prosperity. As once of the scientists and or engineer of Prosperity’s community, you have been invited to represent your superiors.
*You have a simple suit to wear, as well as a nice lapel clip gifted to you upon your beginning to work in your lab.
As you each arrived you were welcomed by a butler staff who escorted you into the magnificent mansion. It was amazing to you that they had been able to build such a place so quickly out of such nice material when there was nothing out here before. You would not be able to tell this place apart from a mansion in France itself. Well, there were some more localized decorations. It seemed as though the Consul had entertained design quirks of native art and desert themes in places, but the bulk of the place screamed French nobility. You see recognizable faces from around town. Doctors, businessmen, and the like mingle and laugh over silver platters of delicate meats and cheeses. A full bar of champagne, fine wines, brandy and bourbon is available to guests. It seems, even though the French host was doing much to show off his country's fare, he had gathered dishes and drinks from each faction present.
English roasts and gin, French champagne and fine cuisine, quality bourbon from Kentucky along with southern delicacies littered the room as serving staff wandered the crowd with various offerings. Even plates of venison and buffalo prepared by the native tribe were on display for people to try. It was a fine party by any measure. The host had not arrived yet, a common occurrence as you understand it. When the host arrived, this mingling would end, while the speeches and welcoming were given. Then there would be either true dinner at some grand table, or deserts and more drinks.
None of you really see anyone you know well. You each seem to be representing whatever group or person invited you. Faces look familiar from the streets, but no real names to hang you hat on for striking up conversations. You also guess that you are a bit early, and that this pre-party exchange will last a while before the formality begins.
Characters of note in the room:
-Clarice Beaumont: The daughter of a Southern landowner from Mississippi. She is dressed in a relatively slim hoop skirt dress of greenish silks. Her curled blonde hair is set into a style atop her head under a hat that is slightly askew and pinned to the coif.
-Gregor Vasilinov: a Russian envoy who oversees the affairs of the Russian faction in Prosperity. He is a grim faced man with a red bulb of a nose showing from a bushy but well-kept moustache and beard. He wears a necklace of a heavy metal cross, similar to a military medal.
-Jean Paul Reneau: The French Consul's chief of staff. A slender man with a thin nose and aristocratic air.
-Robert "Bobby" Smith: A former Confederate official who often speaks for the interests of his faction of Americans in Prosperity.
-Ethan Clay: A manufacturer of glass goods from Vermont.
-Elizabeth Eaton: Daughter of a minor British noble with lands near Wales. He moved here in hopes of developing a thriving livestock trade.
*You are now free to engage your surroundings and rp.