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Paige Kennedy


Getting a laugh out of Sio gave Paige a sly grin diverting her attention away from Milo for the moment as he continued his confrontation with Victoria. When she glanced back she saw him returning and shaking his head, grabbing a drink as he made his way back to their table. His expression had changed from some reluctance to an annoyed acceptance at whatever the two of them discussed. Considering how he’d been throughout most of the week, she was surprised to see him quickly finish off the small glass, but as she started to say something he turned her chin and kissed her intensely, like he’d never done before in public. Her eyes widened in surprise first at his closeness and then the action itself. Instinctively, she closed her eyes and put her hand on his cheek and for just the moment, let herself exhale and let the world around them fade into the background.

As he pulled away she opened her eyes and looked at him, lips still slightly open feeling her breath return and for once she didn’t have any snappy retort for him. When he spoke it took a few more milliseconds for the words to register from the shock and the passion in his kiss. “Oh… umm.” She put her hand on her cheek, feeling the flush of red over her face and sensing Sio’s eyes on her. “Well... then you’re welcome.” She said finally with her quiet southern accent. Her eyes slowly moved over to Siobhan knowing her redheaded best friend was fully enjoying what she was seeing and then back to Milo. The moment felt like the one at his shop weeks ago when she had done the same to him: unrestrained and right like they had both been waiting for it, but didn’t know it.

Paige looked on seeing Sio being approached by several people at once and was really feeling the sentiment about being ready to go. At the same time, she heard the sound of her phone vibrating in her purse that was hung over the chair in its customary position. Probably some work call… She lamented with a slight eye-roll and was also disappointed that the night was coming to an end. Work would be waiting as soon as they stepped out the door and their brief soiree would be over. She took Milo’s hand and gave it an affirmative squeeze feeling the strength and hardness in his grip from thousands of hours of labor. “I missed you.” She said whispering to him, not sure if he would understand or even if it mattered that he didn’t.

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Paige Kennedy


Paige ordered lightly from the prepared menu options and very daintily finished her plate, though she could have ate more she knew edicate dictated that she not stuff her face in the public view. She played by the rules and chit-chatted with the passersby, never giving away much about what she did for a living or even bringing it up. Noticing Milo’s expression when the scotch came around, she was also being careful about her alcohol intake. The events of earlier in the week seemed to have put off his taste for drinking and the near instant escalation of gossip-fueled drama at his arrival hadn’t done much to help that situation. Siobhan warned before that as her boyfriend described, the hosting English family was “completely insane”, she hadn’t really appreciated the sentiment until this particular evening: the news was swirling that Victoria was pregnant, Marlin and Xia decided to make a display and then someone turned a dog loose amidst the showing. You literally can’t make this shit up… She had mumbled in Milo’s ear earlier shaking her head.

As it turned out, it was likely for the best, she conceded, that Milo had decided to show up. With him around, she was keeping her mouth shut in situations where she normally wouldn’t have and she mused on the strange way they had come to play off one another: If he was subdued, so was she, if her anger was boiling, so was his and vice-versa. He was different in that way than he’d been with Ana, and, as a quiet voice in her head constantly reminded her, potentially very dangerous for both of them. She leaned back slightly considering the thought brushing her hair back slightly and allowing her green eyes to scan around the conservatory at the paying VIP guests. With the unveiling of several pieces, the beauty of the collection helped to quell some of the mouthy gossip being tossed around though she could tell Siobhan was still thoroughly aggravated at how she and Lexi were forced to try and salvage the evening right out of the gate. She gave Sio a playful nudge with her foot and once gaining the redhead’s attention gave her a very mocking look of snooty self-importance curling her lip and raising one eyebrow absurdly high while trying not to laugh.

Paige looked on cooly, resting one elbow back on her chair as Milo whispered in her ear and tapped the cane on the floor. She nodded narrowing her glance slightly towards the table across the room where the hosting party was seated and offering no expression. The tone with which he spoke sounded as if he was headed to take out the garbage and it was evident he was still not happy. The way the older Englishwoman, Maria, had completely ignored him earlier, as if he didn’t exist, really grated on her nerves, but she played nice and bit her tongue. Ironically, it seemed she was the only person biting their tongue across the whole event. One part based in her loyalty to Sio and not wanting to cause another distraction from her artwork and the second came from simply being raised in the South and knowing how to purport herself as a lady in public.

Watching Milo’s expression and then Vika’s defensive posture made her shake her head plainly towards Sio. “That bitch forgot all about that cane.” She said only loud enough for Sio to hear, but not changing her expression or posture in the least as Maria trundled up to interject. “Look, there she is again, can’t help herself, right after she completely ignored him right to his face.” Paige’s tone was more grim watching Maria’s body language as if she were protecting poor, innocent, Victoria from the big bad Milo. “We’re just dirt to these people,” She said, watching as Maria led Vika away. “I’m sorry I caused this to happen, I’ll make it up to you.”

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Paige Kennedy


Standing with Milo as the numerous conversations went around reminded Paige somewhat of her high school days with Ana. Everywhere around them it seemed people were not content talking about just the news or the weather, but about each other with concealed whispers and laughter. Admittedly, she had loved stirring the pot in her younger years, being on the softball and volleyball teams, she liked being at the crux of the information flow more than playing the sports. However, her choice of profession had mellowed her considerably. She’d seen people at their degenerative worst and the knowledge of what people were capable of, often for the most base rewards, was sobering. Breaking open the bottle with the sword was more about proving a point than causing strife.

Listening to Sio keep tabs on the rumor mill brought no surprises at first. She hadn’t really got a romantic vibe from Xia and Marlin when they met at the gym, but if that worked for her then that was great, though it seemed a little bizarre considering what Sio had mentioned before about the English girl’s attempts to woo her boyfriend, and others, before and after the Gala night a few weeks ago. Maybe it was a cry for attention. Regardless, it didn’t seem a very classy move to publicly come out of the closet on a night that was supposed to be about Sio’s artwork. Paige shook her head a little not looking at anyone in particular.

It was the arrival of the band that really set things in motion. Followed by cameras and press, they entered as if they owned the manor reminding her somewhat of Lupe and his crew before she effectively shut them down when she put away Marlin’s jazz-night attacker. She didn’t really consider herself a “fan” of their music, but they had a certain 80’s flair that she liked and there were a couple of their songs on her music app. The one she recognized as the lead singer made a beeline towards Victoria, picking her up and making a display of their apparent relationship. Immediately, Paige could sense Milo’s rage ignite under his skin and reminded herself to make sure she deleted any Siren’s songs from her playlists.

Sio ducked back over with some news that was a surprise: Vika being pregnant. Fortunately, Paige could keep a poker face for the ages and she knew that when he wanted, Milo could as well, but with that revelation, it was evident he was having some trouble. She allowed herself a slight sigh and glanced around slowly with some mixed emotions knowing how hurt he must have felt and it pissed her off thinking about it. A part of her wanted to scream, I told you so! But she knew he didn’t want to hear that either and she was behaving herself much better than she might have without him around. Those girls were another level of hot mess, in jail one night and knocked up the next, coming out of the closet and starting rumors. If it weren’t for money, the two of them would likely be in a trailer park somewhere

Grateful for the invitation to step outside, they were suddenly approached by the elder of their English hosts who offered a not so subtle quip about the gossip of the evening overtaking the art. Considering she and Milo had scantly uttered a word to anyone other than Siobhan, Paige wasn’t going to continue biting her tongue at the insinuation presented to them in crisp English prose, however to her surprise Milo beat her to the punch with a fitting rebuttal and a sharp glare. She looked up at him, casually lighting his cigar, with a fiery smile. She could feel the seething rage behind his tempered outward composure and the power in his anger was intoxicating. The same as when she’d watched him pummel Nikki’s informant that night a few weeks ago. The blood and the sweat on his forearms combined with the smell of metalwork and gunpowder in the dim light of his shop. Her heart fluttered a little at the thought of it and it gave her a slight chill that she masked badly as she hooked her arm under his and they continued outside to the gardens.

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Joel Nicolosi


Admittedly without Sio around, Joel was pretty bored. Though there were times where he wished she would just shut up, he had become rather used to her regular company and since they’d become exclusive in their relationship, rather used to things that came with that territory as well. As he sat in the Coffee Pot alone at a table towards the back with his laptop open he was alternating between the race-team email traffic, an article about the Air Force using the Hubble Space Telescope for Military usage, his personal email, Youtube, and a thank you letter to Maxamillion Olympus in MS Word for the original Ayrton Senna steering wheel sent to Joel as a gift after winning the Sol City Grand Prix.



Inside the Coffee Pot with all the Saturday night hipsters, Joel knew he didn’t need to worry about anyone remotely recognizing him. Wearing his standard cargo shorts despite the cold and an old, faded Tyrrel F1 sweatshirt he tapped along with one headphone in and black coffee steaming in the cup next to him. There were still a solid few hours before the art showing would be over with and Joel was too firmly practical to drive all the way back to the shop, nearly forty minutes and then all the way back out to Park View. Instead, he brought his clothes with him, changed after practice at the team’s lodge on the mountain and eased back into town in no particular rush. With the mist outside settling into steady rain, he was annoyed that he hadn’t got to drive his new car since before the snowstorm, however, it was going to be comical seeing Sio attempt to get into the Jeep in that dress and he brought a step stool for her.

Taking a glance up at the dark river and the city lights reflected off the water he noticed his phone vibrate with a message from Sio.



Joel’s eyebrow cocked about halfway up his forehead when he read over the words and once finished, he read them a second time. What the hell was she thinking? He thought to himself. There was no doubt in his mind where the rumor started and it didn’t make a lot of sense or even seem necessary. He shook his head feeling more justified than ever in his decision not to go. A curt reply flashed through his mind, but he thought better of it. In all honesty, the next emotion that flashed through his mind regarding Marlin was mostly pity. She just seemed to fall whichever way the wind was blowing at the time. If she decided to have a girlfriend, that was none of his concern, but if she was running around telling people they were dating and that she dumped him, it seemed to imply that she was just crying out for his attention. He typed a reply back to Sio:

It’s a shame, I just finished this letter to her granddad, I don’t know what happened to the rest of the family tree after him

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Paige Kennedy


There was a light applause from the small assembly in the conservatory at Paige’s bottle-opening trick and she gave a sly smile to everyone not just over the execution, but the butthurt look on Vika’s face as she trampsed down to the bar without even a word to Sio, the guest of honor, in full view of everyone else. Payback’s hell… She thought to herself though oddly enough she noticed the technique seemed to draw some appreciation from the older woman tagging along. It wasn’t too flashy or really dangerous, one simply had to get it right the first time and Milo was a good teacher. She gave Marlin and Xia a playful wink as she returned the saber to its sheath remembering their conversation from the gym and content that she had made her point pretty clearly.

The champagne flutes came round and the slightly dishevelled barman resumed his duties in dispensing the bottle’s contents. Paige noticed the appearance of royal blue in the corner of her eye and instantly turned at the sight of one part of her alma mater’s colors drawing a noticeable smile of surprise at the figure in the entryway and giving Sio a slight nudge. Knowing his experience earlier in the week had left him more reserved than his usual self, she put her glass down and approached him with a curious glance greeting him with a hug and a light kiss. “Nice threads.” She said brushing away some of her hair stepping back and taking stock of his unexpectedly matching color choice with an inquisitive hand on her hip.

In her mind’s eye, she could remember how Milo and Ana had gone together in events like the art showing back home in Delta City and the quiet elegance they presented. She was glad he came, particularly after the week the two of them endured. Like her, a night of feeling like a normal person, even if just for a few hours, would be a healthy release and she wanted to make sure he could also enjoy himself in that same manner of class while no one knew anything of the battle they were fighting on the outside. The Marshal Service was able to keep him out of jail, though the weight of what had happened was still heavy on him. They talked about it and she recalled the first time she had taken a life in the line of duty as a Florida State Police Officer. Like him, it was kill or be killed. She could still remember it clearly.

The sword cane in his hand gave him a rather dapper appearance overall though she knew the reason he brought it. Releasing it to the person for whom it was originally intended seemed like it became a matter of principle for him- Even if that person had forgotten about it or no longer wanted or required it. It did look good with his ensemble. “I showed them your bottle opening technique.” She said with a smirk.

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Paige Kennedy


Paige politely returned Lexi’s cordial greetings as they entered the manor looking over the impressive Parisian-style decor as they walked together through the atrium and thinking how silly it was that only two people lived in the giant house alone. It was no wonder Marlin was a ball of nerves and Vika was just a spoiled brat, both proof enough that money alone was never a cure-all. There were a few of Siobhan’s paintings arrayed as they walked and Paige instantly scanned around for the one with the now-well-known, bullet holes, though not finding it. As she had figured, Sio dismissed it completely so Paige was free to enjoy the novelty though she still felt a small twinge of guilt about what happened. A few well-dressed onlookers greeted them warmly with high spirits as they entered the conservatory and Sio made her way to the bar.

For several weeks, Paige got to hear the story of the infamous Gala night from Sio and the childish demand from Victoria that Sio pay for her own drinks while everyone else indulged for free. Combined with the heavy scratch inflicted on her car, also by Victoria, that cost several hundred dollars to repair, the little rat had accumulated quite a tab against the two of them and Paige had it figured to around $1400. As Sio approached the bar assembly, Paige perused around the smaller room curiously admiring the ornate details of the interior architecture before she peeked around the counter finding the first item she was after among the bottles of liquor, wine and other assorted alcohols that the hosts had so proudly put on display and remembering that per the agreement, the homeowners would be covering the bar tab for Sio and her family.

“Cancel that.” Paige said casually as Sio ordered a drink. The barman turned and regarded her strangely, unsure of what to say as the blonde dipped behind the bar as if it belonged to her and placed a black, textured bottle on the counter. “We’ll be having this one first.”

The man looked apprehensive eyeing the bottle hesitantly before catching the green glare in Paige’s eyes as she tilted her head slightly with a playful insistence. He reached for the corkscrew, but Paige pushed it away. “No, no, dear. This is a special occasion.” She had spied out the second item she was looking for encased behind the counter. “It’s okay,” She said, now fully behind the bar. “I got this…”

Being around Milo and his HEMA sword fighting hobby for so long had brushed off considerably on Paige. She was nowhere near Ana in ability, but liked sharing his hobbies with him, the same as when they went to the gun range together. She’d seen him do it more than once and demanded that he show her the technique: Removing the sabre from its casing, she slowly twirled it a revolution through her fingers scaring the hell out of the barman just as Vika and the rest of her trope descended into the conservatory like a wet blanket. Looking Victoria dead in the eye and with the chandelier light glinting off the polished blade, Paige removed the cork from the bottle in one swift motion.

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Joel Nicolosi


Joel scratched at his stubble in the afternoon light. Leaned against the rally car, they were taking a short break before running one more late stage and he was glancing over a few messages from Sio on his phone. The girls were about to head over for her art showing at that gaudy mansion where Marlin and her sister lived and he shook his head with some disgust and disappointment. In truth, he had wanted to go, but after finding out about the unwelcoming change of venue, there was no doubt that his presence there would have only caused more problems and as Sio reminded him, he had to really start considering his image if he was going to be on an international stage. With the newness and shock of his win in the Sol City Grand Prix fading away, people were expecting, particularly his teammates and sponsors, to see driver Joel put up podium finishes and not drama laden headlines.

Glancing over his shoulder to the west, he could see the city in the distance from their temporary service area set up in the parking lot of the Mount Atlas Observatory. Taking in the sun setting behind broken rain clouds, his thoughts were mixed between Sio, getting his mind right for the drive and combining the two urges. Jamaica was primarily going to be about speed and power with fast switchbacks and quick turns over junctions from dirt to pavement and plenty of jumps. However the Blue Mountain stage was notoriously difficult and wound around what amounted to nothing more than a goat path requiring finesse and patience from the driver. Sio was going to come with him several thousand miles to support him, but he couldn’t even go across town to support her and it irked at him as the team’s mechanics worked on the car behind him filling the quiet forest air with the sound of pneumatic tools and ratchet gears. He was ready to put the pedal on the floor and finish out the night, but took a picture of the city from his vantage point and sent it to her along with two videos of some his previous drives earlier in the afternoon.

Joel and his co-driver, a Dutch South-African named Max with a last name Joel could barely pronounce, rolled out onto the parkway a few moments later, turning off the main drive and accelerating down an old narrow logging trail as they blazed around the side of the mountain heading for the valley below. They had drove together since Joel came onboard and with consistent practice, had a pretty natural working groove in the car. Max read the pace-notes in rapid succession, not getting too far ahead: Right four over crest, keep right… Left three, tightens… Sixty… Into hairpin left!. Joel’s hands worked the shifter and the wheel in response to the notes. The exhaust crackled and howled through the woods while the turbo chirped with each motion of the throttle. Melted snow and rain made the course a sloshy mess of mud and clay that sprayed in a fan from the back of the car. The bright orange Rebellion R on the side was barely visible under a layer of dirt as Joel gave the handbrake a quick pull and brought the tail around for the turn throwing gravel over the side of a near vertical escarpment. It was the last run of the day and he was pushing to let his frustrations out.

They broke out onto a long straight in the valley below and Joel had his foot on the floor, gripping the wheel tightly with both hands against the onslaught of the broken terrain as they flung ‘round another long turn so sideways he was watching the trail ahead through the side window. One-twenty… then big jump, Caution logs… And square right onto tar. Max announced over the radio. The car went airborne and Joel could see glimmering evening on Atlas Lake through the forest in his periphery as the tachometer needle beat against the rev limiter. They landed slightly nose down and Joel got on the brake to swing the squared double-corner where two large piles of cut timber awaited pickup in the morning. They came around the first one with the nose of the car nearly scraping away the sap bringing a cocky grin to Joel’s face that dropped instantly when he saw one misplaced cord jutting out and snapped the the wheel back hard to compensate before the passenger side mirror was instantly sheared off.

“Dear God…” Max muttered as the car rocked from the extra input on the wheel and the tires screeched over the pavement dipping into the opposing ditch with momentum. Joel stayed in the throttle and jinked the wheel again to correct causing the car to rock back and forth before settling again. The course was over and he sped on down the highway towards their home base.

“That’s probably enough for today.” Joel lightly snickered over the radio fully aware of how close they had come to destroying the car. His heart was pounding as the moment instantly replayed in his head. He was pretty sure he could see the the chainsaw groove in the log that had taken away the mirror. He shook his head as the adrenaline wore away and they drove on wondering how Sio was doing.

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Paige Kennedy


As promised, Paige and Sio arrived in front of the pristine white stone manor at late evening just as a gentle mist was settling outside and the first street lamps were beginning to flicker to life for the last gasps of day in Park View. The hand-laid, polished stone driveway reflected the bright orange paint of a certain Italian sports car that Paige had her eye on from several weeks ago. There never seemed to be a really good time to go for it, but she always checked-in with her contacts in the motor pool remembering her promise and hoping it would still be available. With her street cred at an all time high and considering their mutual disdain for certain members of the hosting party, the current arrangement seemed as good a time as any to make the move and “borrow” it for the night so they could make a fitting entrance to Sio's big night. Heads turned as they crossed through the narrow iron gates into the driveway arch where a valet was waiting under an awning assembled at the front steps for distinguished guests.

The last time she wore a dress or any real measure of makeup was her date with Milo after they put-away the gangster, Jackie Costa and she had gone with an old standard from the back of the closet that night. However, for the Art Showing she let Sio talk her into buying a new one which was something she hadn’t done in what felt like years. She protested a little, but it wasn’t hard to see, especially for Sio, that she wanted to do it and didn't mind borrowing some of the redhead's arm bangles and earrings to match. Since she first landed in Sol, Siobhan had become like a sister to her and was the best friend she had since Ana. Whatever poor excuse was keeping her race car driver boyfriend away for the night didn’t need to be justified to Paige, she was used to picking up men’s slack, although she couldn’t be too hard on Sio about her boyfriend’s choices, there was always a chance Milo would get stuck dealing with some pushy customer at his shop. A part of her was glad Sio's squeeze had called out- they would have much more fun without the guys.

As they pulled up with a tap of the throttle, she smiled devilishly at the attention they were attracting and she had to admit to herself that she was already having a good time and didn’t care about what anyone else thought of them, particularly the elitist, northwestern snobs of Sol City. Meeting up had been fun, the drive-over had been even more fun and she felt for a few moments like she was free of her burdens as a Marshal and was just a regular person for a night. It may have been a little high-schoolish, but the feeling was near therapeutic. She lifted the door as it slid elegantly vertical from her hand and placed a heeled shoe on the marble driveway rising slowly from the low driver’s seat that was nearly on the ground itself. The shoes Sio bought for her hurt like the devil lifting her several inches, but it was okay, they matched smartly with her royal blue dress, a color choice hearkening to her college days at UF and made Sio happy which was the most important part.

The valet cautiously offered his hand to accept the key catching the flash of her green eyes as she scanned around the outside of the large home with some curiosity and her small purse in hand. Her blonde hair was simply down, unfettered by its usual ponytail or braid arching away and flowing over her shoulders from the part above her left eye. She glanced over her shoulder to Sio then back at the young man daintily allowing the keys to drop into his hand. “Now you be careful,” She said politely in her customary southern accent. “A scratch on that car is gonna be a dent in your ass.”

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Saturday Showtime

saturday . Siobahan's Art Show Saturday Evening . Planned Event . Cool Winter evening with intermittent rain showers . Event Location Hephaestus Manor (Olympus family residence)



“Now then, let's come right down in here and put some nice big strong arms on these trees. Tree needs an arm too. It'll hold up the weight of the forest. Little bird has to have a place to set there. There he goes...” Bob Ross, The man, The legend, The happy tree


Culture means growth Bob... no.. that's a furry cup with googly eyes and a cocktail umbrella, not art... fine you're a modern artist...

So, the simple Version! We have a GM planned event hosted at the sisters' mansion. The Art show before, if you kept a close eye, had to move thanks to Dirty Harriet or the woman with no name bringing her trademark cordite air freshener to the private viewing on Tuesday morning. The shooting forced the show to be moved, and old rivals from chapter one to get closer than either would like!

We are going to have fun with this, while the events are not required they tend to draw the biggest crowds and always some juicy drama. To help people out, the location will have a basic floor plan to make sense of things and keep us all on the same page. Further details will be laid out in our posts, so please read them even if not directly reference you.

The General theme of the Manor is Parian, lighter, ornate details and plaster work etc. Ground Floor used for the main event.



There will be drinks, snacks and much art to admire, drama to be had, and bring your best, dress up, and may the most handsome and elegant win the day!

As always, any questions, send us a PM, Tag us, Discord, Raven, Post owl, though rocks with notes on windows may be returned by first class arm post :)

Other than that, Have fun and enjoy the party!




PrinceAlexus and Almalthia most glorious collaboration







You are hereby invited to an Evening of Art, cocktails and excellent company in the showing of a painting series by Siobhan Murphy

Located at Hephaestus Manor, Park View

Saturday Evening 'til late

Tickets available for a private showing of one of Sol City's most talented artists

Salutations, thanks, and we shall see you there!


...

WEATHER

SOL CITY is experiencing intermittent rain and fairly cool weather, luckily no snow is forecast and risk of ice is low as chance of freeze is minimal. Bring a coat but go out and enjoy the delights of the city indoor venues and events.

For a more detailed and up to date report on the go, download our app, SOL CITY WEATHER 24/7 on most popular app stores.


Saturday Showtime

saturday . Siobahan's Art Show Saturday Evening . Planned Event . Cool Winter evening with intermittent rain showers . Event Location Hephaestus Manor (Olympus family residence)



“Now then, let's come right down in here and put some nice big strong arms on these trees. Tree needs an arm too. It'll hold up the weight of the forest. Little bird has to have a place to set there. There he goes...” Bob Ross, The man, The legend, The happy tree


Culture means growth Bob... no.. that's a furry cup with googly eyes and a cocktail umbrella, not art... fine you're a modern artist...

So, the simple Version! We have a GM planned event hosted at the sisters' mansion. The Art show before, if you kept a close eye, had to move thanks to Dirty Harriet or the woman with no name bringing her trademark cordite air freshener to the private viewing on Tuesday morning. The shooting forced the show to be moved, and old rivals from chapter one to get closer than either would like!

We are going to have fun with this, while the events are not required they tend to draw the biggest crowds and always some juicy drama. To help people out, the location will have a basic floor plan to make sense of things and keep us all on the same page. Further details will be laid out in our posts, so please read them even if not directly reference you.

The General theme of the Manor is Parian, lighter, ornate details and plaster work etc. Ground Floor used for the main event.



There will be drinks, snacks and much art to admire, drama to be had, and bring your best, dress up, and may the most handsome and elegant win the day!

As always, any questions, send us a PM, Tag us, Discord, Raven, Post owl, though rocks with notes on windows may be returned by first class arm post :)

Other than that, Have fun and enjoy the party!




PrinceAlexus and Almalthia most glorious collaboration







You are hereby invited to an Evening of Art, cocktails and excellent company in the showing of a painting series by Siobhan Murphy

Located at Hephaestus Manor, Park View

Saturday Evening 'til late

Tickets available for a private showing of one of Sol City's most talented artists

Salutations, thanks, and we shall see you there!


...

WEATHER

SOL CITY is experiencing intermittent rain and fairly cool weather, luckily no snow is forecast and risk of ice is low as chance of freeze is minimal. Bring a coat but go out and enjoy the delights of the city indoor venues and events.

For a more detailed and up to date report on the go, download our app, SOL CITY WEATHER 24/7 on most popular app stores.

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