Post by It's me, El on Jun 14, 2016 17:44:46 GMT -6
"Dear (name of person),
We are delighted to announce our second annual formal garden and dinner event, and are inviting you, along with up to three other guests of your choosing. It is to be held at the Wells' family home, on the 18th June, starting at 4 P.M. sharp. Directions have been included. Please RSVP at least a week before the event, with the number of guests in your party.
James and Charlotte Wells."
This is the letter you - or a friend - received. Deciding that you would attend (or agreeing to be a friend's plus-one), you send in your RSVP response.
Upon arriving on the day of the event, you see that 'formal' is definitely a part of it. Guests are instructed to walk around the side of the house, to the large back garden. The patio is made up of slabs of light grey concrete, winding around displays of colourful flower patches and bushes cut into shapes such as a peacock, and a lion. Large stone steps lead down to the short, green grass. Borders of trees and blooming flower bushes and beds line the edges of the garden. A table covered with a white tablecloth holds tea, 'vintage' lemonade and a three-tier cake stand of dainty cupcakes. The centrepiece of the garden, though, has to be the marble fountain, with three dolphins - which are 'standing up' and facing different directions - that have water pouring out of the ends of their snouts. It's not huge, but it's big enough to have some red and white koi fish swim about, and to allow guests to comfortably sit on the edge of it.
Guests are stood talking, and the hosts greet you and anyone else with you warmly after you step down onto the grass - although they seem to know whether or not you're part of an upper-middle class family. Although they don't make it obvious, the slightly condescending tone is still there if you aren't.
About half an hour later, a girl of nineteen years walks down the steps, carrying a flute case, wearing a knee-length white sundress with dark- and light-blue flowers patterned on it, and white flats. She takes her place in front of the fountain, sets the case down and opens it. She assembles the shiny, silver flute quickly, then she begins playing it - a piece called Kuhlau Fantasy for Flute Solo op. 38 D major. Initially, she hesitated, as though she was reluctant to even perform, but after a moment of recomposing herself, she started. This is Adrienne Wells. Link to her form. A black cat with white toes on his back feet is also present, though he sits on one of the stone steps, his big, orange-yellow eyes watching what is going on.
Also among the guests is a young man, who is twenty-two, wearing a dark blue suit with a white formal shirt, his blue tie slightly askew. The hosts of the party occasionally cast him weary or disapproving glances, and it is as though it had been mandatory to have invited this young man - obviously being a relative. He is confidently talking with the guests, speaking a little too casually for what could have been considered 'appropriate', and almost constantly grinning. He watches the girl playing her flute, but seems to sense that she is uncomfortable, and so he deliberately attempts to draw all and any attention away from her, and towards himself by 'accidentally' stumbling over. This is Cedric Wells. Link to his form.
We are delighted to announce our second annual formal garden and dinner event, and are inviting you, along with up to three other guests of your choosing. It is to be held at the Wells' family home, on the 18th June, starting at 4 P.M. sharp. Directions have been included. Please RSVP at least a week before the event, with the number of guests in your party.
James and Charlotte Wells."
This is the letter you - or a friend - received. Deciding that you would attend (or agreeing to be a friend's plus-one), you send in your RSVP response.
Upon arriving on the day of the event, you see that 'formal' is definitely a part of it. Guests are instructed to walk around the side of the house, to the large back garden. The patio is made up of slabs of light grey concrete, winding around displays of colourful flower patches and bushes cut into shapes such as a peacock, and a lion. Large stone steps lead down to the short, green grass. Borders of trees and blooming flower bushes and beds line the edges of the garden. A table covered with a white tablecloth holds tea, 'vintage' lemonade and a three-tier cake stand of dainty cupcakes. The centrepiece of the garden, though, has to be the marble fountain, with three dolphins - which are 'standing up' and facing different directions - that have water pouring out of the ends of their snouts. It's not huge, but it's big enough to have some red and white koi fish swim about, and to allow guests to comfortably sit on the edge of it.
Guests are stood talking, and the hosts greet you and anyone else with you warmly after you step down onto the grass - although they seem to know whether or not you're part of an upper-middle class family. Although they don't make it obvious, the slightly condescending tone is still there if you aren't.
About half an hour later, a girl of nineteen years walks down the steps, carrying a flute case, wearing a knee-length white sundress with dark- and light-blue flowers patterned on it, and white flats. She takes her place in front of the fountain, sets the case down and opens it. She assembles the shiny, silver flute quickly, then she begins playing it - a piece called Kuhlau Fantasy for Flute Solo op. 38 D major. Initially, she hesitated, as though she was reluctant to even perform, but after a moment of recomposing herself, she started. This is Adrienne Wells. Link to her form. A black cat with white toes on his back feet is also present, though he sits on one of the stone steps, his big, orange-yellow eyes watching what is going on.
Also among the guests is a young man, who is twenty-two, wearing a dark blue suit with a white formal shirt, his blue tie slightly askew. The hosts of the party occasionally cast him weary or disapproving glances, and it is as though it had been mandatory to have invited this young man - obviously being a relative. He is confidently talking with the guests, speaking a little too casually for what could have been considered 'appropriate', and almost constantly grinning. He watches the girl playing her flute, but seems to sense that she is uncomfortable, and so he deliberately attempts to draw all and any attention away from her, and towards himself by 'accidentally' stumbling over. This is Cedric Wells. Link to his form.