The Song in Your Heart Chateau Croyance was established way back in 1947 by a young wizarding couple, Claire and Auguste Evremonde, to fulfill a promise Claire made to her father to help unfortunate children. Owned and operated by the Evremonde family, the sprawling home located on the outskirts of Avignon has provided a safe place for France's orphaned and troubled wizarding children for over 150 years. Now for the first time in its lengthy history, Chateau Croyance has teamed up with a similar establishment in the UK, Stemp House, to host a charity concert to benefit both houses. On a warm sunny day in July 2099, Chateau Croyance's expansive backyard has been transformed into an impromptu concert venue. The stone terrace at the back of the house marks the entrance to the concert and serves as an arrival point for Portkeys from Stemp House. The first thing guests will notice upon arrival is a ticket booth just to the left of the stairs leading to the yard. All residents and staff of Stemp House or Chateau Croyance get in free; admission is 1 galleon per person for all other guests. Guests make their way down the stairs to find several round tables topped with cream-colored tablecloths and colorful flower centerpieces; each table seats 6 people. In the middle of the smaller tables is a long buffet table heaped with popular French and English foods and beverages, but the focal point of the buffet is a giant macaron tower made up of tiny cookies decorated to look like the French and British flags, a symbol of unity between the two houses. At the far end of the yard is the stage where the musical performances will take place. On either side of the stage are two banners, one bearing Stemp House's balloon logo, the other bearing Chateau Croyance's blackbird; each banner is charmed to flash the message, "Welcome, friends!" in English and in French. The stage curtain remains drawn for now, but the concert will begin at any moment. So grab a snack, find a seat, and enjoy the show! OOC info: Special thanks to Shanners for collaborating on this rp! ^_^ This rp takes place in summer 2099 and is open to all characters. You may play as many characters as you like, and all rp styles (longform, twitter, one-liner, etc.) are welcome. Feel free to begin rping right away. Just post or link the bio(s) for your charrie(s) in your first post, and to help keep track of who is who, please indicate if they are a resident/staff member of Stemp House or Chateau Croyance (and which house they belong to), musical act, or just a regular guest. If your charrie is one of the musical acts, you do not have to wait for them to be called onstage to rp their performance. P.S. If you're interested in playing a member of the Evremonde family, please PM MadMadamMalfoy. Character List: Chateau Croyance residents/staff Stemp House residents/staff Lorelei Stemp (staff) - Shanners Adam Stemp (staff) - Harron Peasley Jordan Flint (resident) - Felixir Victor Garcia Massey (staff) -sweetpinkpixie Vita Mallari (resident) TakeMetotheBurrow Falcon Sykes (resident) - oh its Erik ok Ben Selwyn (resident) - AlwaysSnapesGirl Cherelle Bonaccord (resident) - Daemon Musical Acts Guests Saffron Stemp - Shanners Maverick Stemp - Shanners Albert Darcy - Harron Peasley Ines Bernard - oh its Erik ok Minerva Darling - Samia |
I mean.. I'll absolutely edit with proper bios. For now.. basic! SPOILER!!: Lorelai Stemp SPOILER!!: Saffron Stemp SPOILER!!: Maverick Stemp MAMA STEMP WAS HERE. As were those that were coming from Stemp House. Not all of their residents had chosen to attend, and Lorelai was not one to push them to. Instead, she made sure that they had enough popcorn and movies to last them through to next morning. Lorelai did a quick head count once their portkey groups began to arrive, happy to see that they had all made it and no one was harmed in transit. "You know what's expected of you! Have fun and don't do any of your toileting outside of a bathroom!!" Yes. She was looking at a certain few of them. Specific ones, actually. She handed Ocky off to her husband, gave her grandson a kiss on his cheek and hurried off with residents to get them sat down at tables and situated. She was hungry. Someone remind him why he had came..? He only liked France when it was just he and Vita. Now it was him, Vita and all these other people that he had no time for. Besides his nephew, because Reuben had immediately scrambled for Mave's arms as soon as they arrived. Maverick loved his family, he did. But he also loved not being a climbing frame for toddlers. It was only a matter of minutes before his youngest sister began to copy and he'd be on the floor. "Veeeeeeeeeeeeets." He groaned, saddling Reuben up onto his shoulders, careful not to drop him. "Let's find somewhere close to the stage, yeah? I want good seats for the music." And maybe it would be too loud for Reuben to stay with them and they could treat this as date night. As soon as Maverick had thought about his nephew not putting up with the loud music, Saffron had descended upon them both with kisses (hi Mavey baby thanks for being a babysitter) and put bright pink and glittery ear defenders on her son. "There. He's all ready for his first concert! Doesn't he look cute? Alby! ALBY! ALBERT. Albert! Take a photo of him. Loooooook! I decorated them myself for him. Aren't they cute? They're cut, right?" She glanced around for her mother, unsurprised that she had already began shepherding the residents to seats and areas and blah blah blah blah blah. "Doesn't Mave look cute with a baby, Vita?" Not that Reuben was a baby baby. He WAS two and a half now. BUT HE WAS STILL HER BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY. HER SURPRISE BABY BOY. |
Bios are liiiiiinked. [SH Staff] Adam had been hot on the heels of his wife, when he was sure that the last resident who wanted to attend had taken the portkey safely. Landing stable on his feet himself, he offered a hand to a couple of the residents who'd ended up on the ground. Portkeys were efficient, but it did take a while for one to get used to them. As his wife spoke, he took Oksana into his arms and swung the giggling child onto his shoulders. "There you go, sweetheart. Now you can see everything!" And he, of course, got his hair tugged at by his youngests fists as he clutched her legs. "Where's Mummy off to? Shall we follow?" Taking toddler chatter and laughs as a response, Adam bounded off in the direction of Lorelai, shepherding along the last of the residents as he went. [Guest] Wasn't Reuben the cutest thing ever? If you'd asked Albert two and a half years ago, he probably would have rolled his eyes and pulled a face. Probably? Definitely would have done that. But now, he was cooing over the tot as only a devoted father could - even if he was happy to saddle Reubs onto his uncle for the moment. The though of spending some time with Saffron without their child was almost snatched away from him, but his girlfriend was just the best. He didn't even really need her "Smile, Mave - and Vita, you get in it, too!" |
2. Your character can't say anything out loud in your post. SPOILER!!: Jordan Flint Jordan had been a little apprehensive about coming to this thing, if he was honest (and he was always honest). Parties and concerts and any kind of social gathering had never really been his thing, so the temptation to stay home and in his room had been very strong. But in the end the lure of spending time with the Stemps Even though he'd decided to come, he was still a little bit stuck in his own head what with dwelling exclusively on his impending departure from Stemp House, the only home he'd ever known. Jordan remained quiet as he allowed himself to be shepherded along with the rest of the residents, taking in the grounds and the building before him and realising suddenly that, 'H3y, I'm 1n Fr4nce.' |
5. You can't use the word “said” in your post. SPOILER!!: bio @ brief How convenient that his dark to map decision making had pinpointed to France for the weekend even before Mama Stemp had told him about this event. The only downside was that seeing as this was a formal event there was a certain dress code he had to maintain, especially as a representative of Stemp House. Though his students there were no stranger to tromping around outside with him sans a shirt, he was certain that the owners of this opulent estate would not take so well to the sight...nor find his offer of educating them to the live teething around the flower beds compensation. So he was here with his white button up shirt, the top three left UNbuttoned (thank you), and khakis. Hopefully the sandals would not offend anyone, it was either these or barefoot or sneakers or his tuxedo shoe. ...how did people live like this though? The sheer size of the walls was complete madness and had him removing his circular spectacles for the fourth time since their arrival by portkey to polish the lens on his shirt before slipping them back over the bridge of his nose. "Impressive tower of macaroons they have over there," he mused to the blonde on his arm, ignorant to the fact that he confused the two cookies. He may be a polyglot, but anything that had to do with cooking and baking were entirely different languages. Why his own cooking was reserved for Cup 'o Noodles when others were not offering to cook him decent meals. "That's Jordan," he explained as he nodded his head to the dusty blonde and offered a small wave in his direction. "I'll have to introduce you to Ma--- Lorelai. Did I tell you that we are collaborating on a children's book? I'll be doing the illustrations to her story. Still very much a work in progress but my next weekend retreat to wherever the darts dictate ought to be the opportune time to make a proper dent in things." Where was the woman of the hour? Or their distinguished host for that matter. He probably should start by thanking them both for the invitation before he got too settled in anywhere. |
Resident, bio attached <3 This place was gorgeous, the cause important, and Vita was just really happy to be here with people who felt like family. She smiled, hanging back some to watch the Stemps as they spilled into the event. They were a mess of puzzle pieces, all different but coming together so perfectly in this beautiful picture. She still wasn't sure she fit sometimes, but Maverick's voice was all she needed to hear to make that brief flash of doubt drift away. "Good seats for the performance are a must," She agreed, tugging playfully on Reuben's little foot and offering her boyfriend a smile for being a good sport and an adorable uncle, a thought which was voiced by Saffron almost as soon as she'd thought it. "He always looks cute, but extra right now." He knew it too, she was sure. Moving closer, the Hogwarts grad slung her arm around Mave's waist and smiled at Albert, waiting for the picture to be taken before moving out of the way in case the toddler became impatient and starting kicking those adorable little legs of his in her direction. "Anyone want a snack before we sit?" |
SPOILER!!: Guest Ines Bernard The place was alright as Inès finally got around to making her way over. Never heard of the Stemp House but she did know of the Evremonde's but the real reason she was here was to see what place would actually employ Victor or what place he can stand being at for a length of time. Plus Minnie was here so she had people to talk to and tease. Her summer was uneventful so far besides some beach dates here and there and having to work. Is this how the whole year is going to be like...maybe she needed to find some new hobbies. First things first she needed a drink SPOILER!!: Resident Falcon Sykes FRANCE Falcon needed to see if he could get some croissants to eat and enough for him and his sister for later. No one fun yet was out yet that he could see at least. Jordan and Vita and a bunch of Stemps. Staying away from all of them. Too bad he couldnt bring some water balloons out and cause some fun. Because well he didnt have any was really did not think ahead when coming here. Mostly all his fault he was bored at the present moment. |
SH Resident, Bio linked :3 Big, probably crowded, events like this were not the way he preferred to spend his time, but Ben thought it was something he ought to do. This event was intended to support Stemp House and a place similar to it in France, and though being there was not something he had ever thought would happen, he had no complaints about the people there. Those in charge had been nothing but kind to him since he had arrived, and even the other residents were pleasant enough in their own way, though some were louder than they needed to be. Besides, in some way, he also thought it would be interesting come here. What might be the similarities and differences between the two, especially since they were in different countries? And perhaps this might be a good opportunity to practice his French. He was trying to learn as much as he could over the summer, considering the Hogwarts-at-Beauxbatons situation coming up. He had been reading all about the school in France since the article in the Daily Prophet. Now that they had arrived, Ben predictably slipped toward the outer edges of the crowd, his grey eyes looking every which way to take in all in. Magnificent, all of it. The people here certainly knew how to decorate well. The scale and elegance of it all reminded him...reminded him a little bit of his old home. Old house, actually, as he had come to think of it instead. That place had never been even half as bright and welcoming as this place or as Stemp House. Though elegant and lavish, it had also been cold and lifeless. Aspects he was sure he never would have realized without these houses - these homes - to compare it to. An ache in his chest gave him pause, but he mentally pushed it aside. There was no point in dwelling on such things. He ought to focus on the event right now. Perhaps he would try one of those macarons. |
ooc: Cherie's mini bio can be found here. She's a Stemp House resident ^__^ Maman had promised she would come. Pépère had said so, in his letter. Cherie had put on her best dress, she'd brushed her hair and she'd even made sure to wipe her school shoes down so they didn't look so scruffy and old. With her wand tucked neatly into the makeshift holster she'd made for herself - two hair ties and a sleeve off an old black shirt that she'd carefully cut off - she knew she looked like the young witch her mother always wanted her to be. But Maman was not here. She had meetings all day long. Apparently. Cherie was desperately trying not to be upset. She looked around, spotting Vita, Ben, the Stemps, loads of people she knew. And a couple she didn't. Her skin crawled. She liked Stemp House, she was more Cherie Stemp than she was Cherie Bonaccord, and she'd liked Hogwarts too even with the mist... but she missed France. Her France. Amiens. Running around with a key on her neck, sipping from juiceboxes as she'd explore the countryside all by herself. She'd liked that. Then she'd come home, and Maman would be there. She was almost always there. And now, she was never there. Cherie absentmindedly scratched her one available forearm, turning to the nearby woods and wondering if anyone would notice should she take off in that direction. Slowly at first, then with more speed, Cherie Bonaccord walked silently towards the line of trees. |
SPOILER!!: brief bio Minnie wasn't sure how to explain it but she was so curious about this event. Not entirely for what it was, but because this was also an insight on who Victor was - when he wasn't a wanderlusting free spirit. It was a rare insight and she welcomed it. Dressed in the only other nice dress she owned, and he hadn't seen - the blonde took in the view ahead of them as they walked in. The place was truly done a spectacular sight. Chuckling softly at the mention of macaroons, she nodded before adding, "you are already hungry, I am not surprised." It really was quite the sight. However what really took her interest was the stage that had been set up. The night felt promising. Turning her head in the direction he pointed at, she too waved at this person he called Jordan and then she shook her head as he went on, "no, you did not, but that sounds like a really fun project," she smiled, before glancing at him, "working with you - she must feel so proud seeing how far you have come" |
34. Don’t use the word “the” in your post. He took notice of a few other Stemp House residents and their appearances, offering them all small waves and winks for greetings before his attention returned to his date. "Well, you know, I don't get that nutritional sustenance at lunch without that university schedule keeping tabs on me," he chuckled while giving her waist a bit of a tickle by dancing his fingers over it. "Did have two protein bars at breakfast though." He nodded over towards those sweets in question. "You want some? Or something?" His playful brown eyes fell on Ines next and it was instantaneous how his lips curled into a toothy grin as he beckoned her over. She had come here on his request, after all. "Bonjour, Mademoiselle" He was still looking around a bit for Mama Stemp, though Minerva easily kept his attention. "She offered me a full-time position...should I ever grow tired of being a TA for WU Athens. It's tempting but...not time." Maybe never a right time for it. Being somewhere like Stemp House full time implied a sense of...permanence. It was what those kids deserved, some sort of consistency. Not someone who would flutter into their lives one moment and then out of it almost as soon as they appeared. "I'll see about securing you a first copy. For those nephews and nieces of yours." |
you're all in here. all of you. ALL OF U. Oh wasn’t this exciting? Lorelai was thrilled to be here and even more thrilled each time she looked over the group that had arrived from Stemp House and was overwhelmed with just how much she loved each and every single one of them. Starting with her husband and their youngest daughter. Wasn’t it precious? Weren’t they adorable? Wasn’t she broody? So broody. Very broody. Were they too old to try get pregnant again? Was it selfish to have baby number twelve? Did she need an absolute new distraction? Yes. Yes she did. She spared a glance at the grouping of Saffron, Maverick and Albert and called over to them. ”Go pay your entry fees, you three! Vita’s covered! Now or go home!” Because she may have been their mother, but she was no longer going to pay their way through life. Time to pay for yourselves, independent children that kept secrets. There was a wiggling child on his shoulders and Maverick Stemp really didn’t need occupied shoulders when he had a girlfriend to hold hands and canoodle at a concert with. Did his sister understand that that was the only reason why he came? He was about to take part in the photographs that were being taken when his mother shouted over and he rolled his eyes, shoving some money from his back pocket at Saffron. ”I’ll keep the kid if you go pay. Might even keep him and his cute ear defenders for the whole time we’re here.” Might. Might. It depended. With a grin, he dropped a kiss onto Vita’s head and looked toward Albert and the camera. Was Veets realising that one day this might be them and their family? Because he was. And the rest of his summer plans relied on that whole thought. Italy was going to change things. It was. For the better. But for now… they had tonight. And they had a toddler. HER MOTHER KNEW JIUST HOW TO RUIN A MOMENT, DIDN’T SHE?! Saffron had been sooooooo close to planting a kiss on her boyfriend and then running off to find a table without their son. She rolled her eyes at both her mother and the shoving of money coming from her brother. ”I’ll pay for you and you keep Reubs until we get home.” And maybe she and Albert would accidentally get lost on the way home so Mavey was in charge of the baby for a little bit longer than he expected. With a grin and a kiss on Mave’s cheek, Saffron hurried off to pay for their entry and silently chided herself for not taking a job at Stemp House and getting the free entry. BUT the price was worth it for a babysitter. She hurried back, planting a kiss on her boyfriend this time and then their son. ”See you later, little man. Be good for Uncle Mavey and Auntie Vita!” And with that, Saffron Stemp had grabbed the hand of her boyfriend and whisked him off to find a table to sit at with an incredible stage view. DATE NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! With her children sorted, and apparently one of them ditching her child onto the other, Lorelai was back to being able to focus on the residents that had joined them. With a coo, she ushered herself beside Jordan and wrapped his newly-graduated body in her arms. ”Sit right by me? I want to talk to you about something important.” And she knew not to squish him for too long or too hard, so she let him go as soon as she’d stopped talking and pointed out a table specifically reserved for Stemp House residents. ”You choose the perfect angle from the stage for us.” Angles were numbers, right? Over the top of Jordan’s head, she spotted Victor and a female companion and waved largely. ”Victor! Welcome!! And a friend!!!” She hadn’t taken full account of anyone that had travelled via portkey from Stemp House with them, because she was making sure that the residents were together. She excused herself quickly from Jordan with a whispered promise of being just a few minutes and hurried over towards the pair with a grin. ”Hello, heLLO! I’m so glad you both could make it.” She threw her hugging arms around Victor and then around his girlfriend? Friend? Girl? Girlfriend? ”He’s such a good egg, isn’t he? The residents LOVE him. Love him. We love having him at the house when he manages a break in his busy schedule.” And she was excited for their next venture together which they needed to schedule another meeting about in the autumn when things died down for her. ”I’ll have to catch you both later. Sit at our table, though? It’s looking to be a wonderful event.” And it quickly seemed that as soon as she was there and giving them her attention… she was looking elsewhere and calling out individually toward other residents. ”Falcon! Follow Jordan and Adam and get to the table, please! Victor, please excuse me.” She followed in the young residents direction and pointed him in the correct direction with a kiss on top of his head and a smile. ”Ben! Over here!” Ben was one of their quieter residents and Lorelai longed to get to know him better, but for now.. she would settle on pointing him towards somewhere to sit with everyone and to not get lost amongst the crowd. She was about to dedicate a few more minutes to Ben when she spotted little miss Cherie making a break for it. Hm. ”Cherieeeeeee! Sweetheart, over here! You can sit with Adam and Ocky!!” Yes, yes, she knew the young girl would want to sit with Adam or any of the family. What she didn’t want was to lose the girl to the trees in an environment outside of their home. Lorelai beckoned her over to the table with some wiggly fingers and some bright pink nails as she tucked herself in to sit beside Jordan with a grin. |
Huh? Wh4t? Hmm? Jordan definitely heard his own name mentioned just then, so naturally he turned to look towards the speaker. Who was using his name? It was his, you know. Oh, it was the instructor from Stemp House. Vic...tor? Victor. Well... that was okay, then. Jordan saw the wave and nodded in response. And then he looked at the blonde on Victor's arm - though really she was looped around it rather than ON it - who also waved, and nodded at her too. And then he just continued nodding, bobbing his head like a... something that bobbed its head. Jordan was still occupied by his head-bobbing when Mrs. Stemp aka Lorelai aka Lori Jordan counted the hug - one Ravenclaw, two Ravenclaws, three Ravenclaws - and it wasn't until she let him go again that he processed what she'd said. Something important? He was intrigued. "Okay. Yes. Let's do that." Jordan nodded more deliberately now, quite content to sit by Lori and talk about the something-important. His eyes lit up at the mention of angles, and his nodding was slightly more fervent for a moment. "I can do that!" He could! This sort of thing was his specialty. While "Excellent," he said aloud only really for his own benefit, before taking a seat at the table. A few minutes later, and Lorelai was back. Jordan met her with a smile. "I found it." The Perfect Angle™. That. |
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And she wasn't about to make the same mistake here. As she slipped into the seat beside him, she grinned. "I think I'll have to start paying you to pick my seats at all events. Concerts, meetings, photoshoots, book tours.." She took her bag from her shoulder and opened it up to reveal a bunch of sweets and snacks before offering them to Jordan. "Treat yourself, sweetheart." Because they had some important things to discuss. |
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