Someone wearing a thick Lily blindfold has joined the a Lily and Dahlia gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a thick Orchid blindfold has joined the an Orchid and Anemone gossamer lace canopy.

Jaenelle has joined the a Wisteria and Thistle gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a thick Rose blindfold has joined the a Rose and Daffodil gossamer lace canopy.

Having arrived just at the start of the event, the woman wearing the a thick Lily blindfold is escorted over to the Lily and Dahlia canopy. There she is carefully placed so that she's sitting close to her companion. She takes a moment to feel for the items around her, which gives off the sense that she might have been to one of these events a time or two, and whispers a quiet greeting to her table companion.

The man who wears the Dahlia mask chuckles as his partnets makes herself at home.

The guests are handed blindfolds at the door to the Velenosa ballroom, the large marble covered room separated into smaller more private seating areas for each guest to be able to speak with their date without the interruption of others. Servers escort each person to their pillowed area, each covered in gossamer lace to provide further comforts. Bells can be heard ringing throughout the room, as each servent is assigned to a pair, making sure their drinks are always full and the offered food is moving smoothly from one course to the next. Jaenelle is the only one without a blindfold, for obvious reasons, and she can be heard over the bells and quiet voices, "welcome, we shall start with the first dish soon. Get settled, get a drink, and greet your partner."

A rather charmingly bemused man in his Aster blindfold slips in with the crowds, having adorned his mask as instructed outside. The hand of the servant set to guiding him toward his table is most graciously accepted, a wide grin offered, even if he might be aiming it a little to the left of the person. "Much appreciated. Would hate to damage the furniture as I bumbled through." A beat. "Or myself," he laughs good-naturedly, and puts all his trust into this servant. They move through and when he finds the pillows with a bend and a touch of his hand to silk, he 'elegantly' lowers himself with a fervor that bumps his knee against the small table and offers a promise for the adventure of the night. "Hello?" he tentatively tries to the space across which /should/ have a daisy sprouting, having put his fate in the hands of the hostess.

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold arrives blindfolded, just like everyone else! The hand of the attendent is taken as he is guided to where he should sit. Settling into the seat, her gently pats around his surroundings, exploring through a sense of touch. His fingers run over the silk of the seats and the smoothness of the glassware. Once settles, he leans back, smiling from beneath his blindfold. "Hello?" He calls out softly, testing to see if his paired partner is already there.

Someone wearing a thick Wisteria blindfold arrived a touch early, seating herself at the appropriate spot, that of the Wisteria and Thistle canopy, of course. She settles in easily, having been to quite a few of these feasts in the past. Lifting a hand, fingers slightly curled, she simply waits for a servant to place a drink within it. Smiling when she hears Jaenelle so close, she asks, "Are you to be my partner tonight?"

Someone wearing a thick Daisy blindfold smiles, not that her companion in the Aster blindfold can see it as he joins her table, and greets him quietly.

"How lovely," is heard from a Lycene accented voice, buried under the blanket of a darker accent from a decade spent underground. But then the woman ties a thick Orchid blindfold around her eyes, trusting the servant to lead her to the pillowed seat in the canopy. She settles gracefully, even sightless, into the softness. She doesn't immediately start feeling her way, instead cocking her head briefly to listen intently.

Daffodil offers Rose a very gently-spoken greeting, smile present in his voice. "This is to be an adventure this evening, isn't it?"

Someone wearing a thick Sunflower blindfold is guided much as the others, keeping quiet as the path to the Sunflower and Hyacinth table is tread. Arriving just as Hyacinth calls out, Sunflower taps the table before sitting. "Hello." Her voice is kept low, dropping further to keep conversation between just the pair. The sounds of her hands carefully roaming the table can be heard.

There is a bit of a small laugh that comes from Rose in hearing Daffodil. She too smiles even if it can't be seen. "Yes, that is one way to put it. Lovely time, I imagine."

Someone wearing a thick Anemone blindfold walks into the ballroom with the help of an escort's arm, which he gently holds with one hand as he follows slightly behind them. Dressed in umbra for this evening the idea is that the pitch dark coloring will hide any and all stains from wine or food. This isn't his first Feast, afterall. However, this /is/ the first Feast where he's meeting someone he's never met-- or so he thinks? When the escort brings him to his seat, he manages to sit down and then attempts to determine if his dinner date is already present. "I'm here, I promise."

"Hopefully so," Daffodil agrees, and the nerve start to creep into his voice - bit, bit by bit - and it's time to confess to the Rose: "No, this is my first time at a Feast of the Senses. I promise, sincerely, to make myself an amusement if nothing else." His lips twitch with another smile.


Bells can be heard to softly announce that the team of servants have begun to move through the ballroom, each stopping before the canopy they have been assigned to. Small plates are handed to each participant, and instructions given that the piece of food placed upon the surface is not meant for themselves, but for the person sitting across from them.

Clearly a dangerous game of find the hole.

"The first course is a food that can be shared with fingers. A spicy melon within a pickled melon rind."

"I suppose if you weren't, you couldn't make that promise," the woman wearing a thick Orchid blindfold points out, the hint of laughter buried at the edges of her words as she turns slightly towards where the sound of the man's voice comes from. She finally, slowly, slides her fingers over the table to feel for the edges of silverware until, ah, yes, there's a glass of wine. She picks it up carefully and takes a sip, putting it down precisely to accept the dish that is brought out.

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold shifts in his seat, turning more towards his 'date'. A soft laugh is heard from something he hears at the table. He too lowers his voice so he can only be heard at the table. As the bells are heard, he cants his head slightly, obviously trying to track the movements around them. The melon offered is taken, though it is slippery and he drops it not once, but twice upon the plate. "Here we are. Should I go first or shall you?"

"Spicy - and pickled --" Daffodil murmurs, awed by the description of the first course. At least - and up until - he learns he needs to feed someone. He huffs out a breath, "Shall I? You," he specifies to Rose "that is? First -- unless you don't like spicy food? If yes. Simply lean in and tap your wine glass -- yes, with your finger? After this, I'll find you." He promises. Earnestly.

Behind the thin layer of silk at the Aster and Daisy seating, the man leans forward with the melon between his fingers, but then there seems to be a bit of a hesitation.

Someone wearing a thick Daisy blindfold follows Aster's arm with her fingers to help orient herself and take the offered bite before picking up one in her fingers to offer him in turn.

Jaenelle and her date have the clear advantage as one of them can see. It is probably a lot safer and less messy over here than other areas of the ballroom. "Once again, Princess Donella has done an outstanding job of writing tonight's menu. If you do not like something, direct your displeasure to her." Passing the blame.

"If you did, I would completely understand why --" Daffodil picks up the neat bite of food and ever so slowly, reverently, true to his promise to do good -- he almost manages it. Rose will need to rescue her food at the last second. Fumble, save. "Here you go. I do not mind a bit of spice either. It makes the food sing.

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold laughs softly once more, as he leans closer to his date. Hyacinth scoots closer to not make a complete fool of himself. The melon is lifted up gently, placed in front of where he thinks her face is. She is allowing her to smell the strong fragrance of the spice and pickling before daring to come closer.


Because not every course can be easily passed over to their partner, the next time bells are heard and servants are passing things through the gossamer layers of cloth, the course is contained within a delicate shot glass.

"Here we have the second offering of the evening. Chilled, dilled of cucumber soup shooters. I was informed that the hot soup we served at one of these was not a good idea to do again," Jaenelle announces.


Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold brings the melon closer, the tip of the melon booping Sunflower on the nose one, then the corner of her lips a second time. He cannot help but to chuckle at the silliness of it all. Softly, he slides the melon towards her lips. "That does make it a little less stressful. Though, I shall endeavor to do good." He pulls his hand back and gently reaches for the shot glass, fingers softly sliding across the table until they bump into the chilled glass.

Daffodil shuts his mouth. Chews - and flushes from the spice, a flare of warmth that's cooled by the brine of pickled rind, and then even more by a sip of cool wine. "That --" he exhales " -- was lovely," he comments to Rose.

Someone wearing a thick Lily blindfold seems to be feeling around the table for the next course; a soup, she's sure of it. "What's this? Soup's in glasses this time? In my day, soup was in bowls and you had to share it with a spoon!" she calls out, though her voice is both amused and mischievous.

"Like an arrow, yes, shot." Daffodil mutters, tone soft - he was paying very close attention. In fact, were he allowed, he would have asked for recipes and would be taking notes. Right. Now. "Chilled cucumber dill soup. I will slide the small glass toward you, if you like, but I do not think I have the gods-granted grace to feed you without making a terrible non-sight out of it." A beat. "Although - out of sight, out of mind --" he laughs at Rose.

"But, could you see us, poking around the face of our partners, will a spoon?" tHE ME

"But, could you see us, poking around the face of our partners, will a spoon?" The man dressed as a Dahlia chuckles.

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold pauses with lifting the soup shot as he is now being fed his own melon ball. The spice is savored and the refreshing qualities of the melon itself is enjoyed. He turns more fully towards Sunflower, his hand slidign up her arm so gently, then resting upon her shoulder to get a good bearing of where her face may be. He is tentative as he brings the soup closer to her.

"Chilled cucumber dill soup." Rose repeats back to Daffodil and then she laughs, "Oh gods, what a mess!" Giving a nod then remembering he can't see that. "Probably best and I will do the same for you." She waits patiently for the soup to come her way. Hopefully he doesn't push too hard.

Someone wearing a thick Sunflower blindfold clucks her tongue in response to a question asked by her partner. But the soup gains all of her focus. "No spoon? A blessing."

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold cannot help but to be a little dissapointed at the hearing of the clucking tongue. "Well, fine then." Very carefully, the soup is taken to her lips, whether or not he gets it right is anyone's guess. He can't see a blasted thing!

As a new person comes, they are escorted towards where Jaenelle has settled with her date. There is a slight grin as she whispers something to the woman in the Wisteria mask before she stands and moves off to make sure things are moving smoothly.

Someone wearing a thick Thistle blindfold has joined the a Wisteria and Thistle gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a thick Thistle blindfold is guided into the room, and to the appropriate table, matching his, and his partners mask. The male offers a polite nod to Jaenelle, and the woman with the Wisteria mask, at least in their general directions, as he is wearing a blindfold. Otherwise he just.. listens, leaning back in his seat comfortably. "Hey."

Jaenelle has left the a Wisteria and Thistle gossamer lace canopy.

"That is correct," Daffodil confirms, half-distracted, and he continues to slide the little glass of soup toward the one in the Rose blindfold. It should either (hopefully) reach her hand - or her lap. "No spoon." In the interim, he goes on a sightless search for his own small glass of soup.

"Mmmmmhmmmm." Confirming what Daffodil is telling Rose with just that noise. She dips her head as if she can figure out where that slide is going. Her hand is on the table as she feels the breeze of the slide and attempts to catch it before the soup lands on her lap. "Woo got it!" Now taking both hands to try this dish out. Once she's done she asks her partner, "Have you found it?" Referring to his own soup he's looking for.


As the soup is dealt with to the best of the paired strangers abilities, bells ring throughout the room once more to indicate that the next bite is being offered. /Ceramic renges/ are presented to each person, upon them are quenelles of sweet corn custard with warm onion relish. Drinks are topped off, and then the belled servants disappear once more as the food fairies they are.


Someone wearing a thick Sunflower blindfold actually laughs. The woman sounds properly amused for the first time all night. "You /also have hair/." The emphasis on those words make it sound like she's quoting her partner, a little more loudly than she means to.

"No, no it has been misplaced - wait - no - yes." Sipped at, politely, once the soup glass is located and lifted to his own lips. Daffodil licks his lips afterward, humming, and he appreciates the cool dill. Next, though, there are ceramic renges - the soft noise of pottery being set down. His nose twitches, definitely picking out the scent of sweet corn and caramelized onions. "This smells sweet and savory, doesn't it?" He asks Rose.

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold suddenly laughs. His laugh is deep and filled with mirth, "I do! On my head. I promise. You have curly hair, I don't have curly hair, but I do have hair. So, we have that in common." Maybe Hyacinth has already had too much wine this evening? Regardless, he seems to be enjoying himself. "I bet we have other qualities in common. Like.. hands. We both obviously have them." He quiets as he quietly explores the renge in front of him, feeling for the handle, but fingers accidentally dipping into the onion relish. "How many of these feasts have you attended? I regret not attending previous feasts."

Someone wearing a thick Orchid blindfold knocks over the renge as she picks up the custard. A servant rights it again.

Someone wearing a thick Sunflower blindfold mutters something that sounds like, "Next you'll tell me we both breathe air."

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold leans a little closer, "Then what do you breathe?" The words are meant in mirth. He lifts the renge, a bit unstable but he is trying hard. "This smells divine. Ladies first." The delicious bite is offered to her first, lifting his opposing hand to gently touch her cheek before pressing the bite closer. "I do apologize if I am making a mess on you."


"Please," Jaenelle begins the warning as bells can be heard once more throughout the room, "be careful and serve this sideways and not pointing towards the mouth of your partner. I present sugar-cane prawn brochettes with lime butter mallows." This offering is served on a blunted skewer, to hopefully avoid any injury but the warning is still valid.


Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold talks quietly with his 'date', setting the senge back down. He is hesitant when the prawn is set upon the table, "I wonder if the prawns have been de-shelled. That would be interesting if not.." He reaches for the skewer, gently feeling with fingers, more spice and food bits getting onto his hands.

The Daffodil accepts a blunted skewer, feeling around the food, pinches - and he slides the prawn and lime butter mallow from the skewer entirely. "Please," he has found his confidence - if briefly. "Open your mouth. Thankfully you are sitting close enough that I can smell the corn custard --" he grins, and the offers a softer apology to Rose. "That was in jest, I promise."

Someone wearing a thick Sunflower blindfold becomes very aware of the skewer situation. "Please don't kill me with this course," She asks of her partner. "I'm sure someone would miss me." Then, more softly, a "no" is given in answer to a question he asked.

Someone wearing a thick Rose blindfold is being asked to open her mouth and she does so. She isn't sure what Daffodil did but she feels nothing poking in her mouth. "Mmmmmm." Something unintelligible comes out because she's too busy chewing and enjoying. Because they are sitting so close she nudges him in mild protest at his jest.

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold lifts the skewer sideways.. as instructed, bringing it right up to her lip. Bump! She may be smelling the prawns for the rest of the night now! "Apologies.." In spite of nearly shoving the prawns up her nose, he is quite amused. "Hmmm." He leans closer again, asking another question. It would seem he is enjoying the mystery of whom he sits with.

Someone wearing a thick Sunflower blindfold makes a sound of protest when the prawns hit her, and then a choking sound. Is it the skewer? Or a response to the next question she was asked? Unclear. Once she regains her composure, another "no" is offered. Followed by, "No, no. Don't be ridiculous."

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold sighs audibly, "Then you are just a mystery.." The skewer is set down before he accidentally pokes out her eye with it or something. "How about.." He leans back in for another quiet guess.

"It sounds good, I'll want to try some after you, unless you want to feed eachother at the same time." he says with a gruff chuckle, in his deep voice. He's quite large, she would probably figure out, and he's got a broad face. One of the sweet fried things are brought up, held sideways as Jeanelle mentioned. Thick fingers are felt brushing against her chin, then her cheek, against the corner of her lips.. before the food is guided there for her to bite.


The second to last course is served, a spicy arancini with abalone-bonnet pepper chutney filling, which can be held and fed to the other with fingers. "This one is spicy, so please be mindful when you hold it you dont rub your eyes afterwards. Dont stick your fingers into the chutney."


Someone wearing a thick Tulip blindfold has left the a Tulip and Carnation gossamer lace canopy.

Someone wearing a thick Tulip blindfold has joined the a Tulip and Carnation gossamer lace canopy.

eing careful, he reaches out to feed her the arancini. "Well, they probably had help. The dragons flew over the Kingdom of Light and everything in it was incinerated. No one was left." He almost misses, catching her at the corners of her lips.

Very carefully, the Daffodil feeds the Rose the rice ball whole. Or, lets her have the first bite. If there's anything left in his fingers after guiding the bite to her mouth, he eats it. Wiping his hand clean. His breath catches at the back of his throat. His cheeks burn. His hand goes darting out quickly for his wine-glass -- "That's zesty!"

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold sniffs the arancini gently before offering it to Sunflower, continuing to speak quietly with her. However the talk of dragons distracts him from where he sits. Canting his head softly, "That sounds to be an interesting tale." He calls out towards Dahlia.

Someone wearing a thick Rose blindfold tries to stay still when the rice bowl is directed towards her. She doesn't say anything because she's too busy chewing. Chew, chew chew. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm." The kind of noises she's been making all night. Once she's done she attempts to find her wine glass with her glass and waves at her mouth before drinking. Once that is done she agrees with her partner. "It is. But now it's your turn!" She carefully picks up the other rice bowl on her finger tips so she doesn't get a lot on her fingers in hopes most of it goes to him when she feeds him. Again, her free hand taps his face until she finds his lips and attempts to give him the rice bowl waiting for him to get it in his mouth before she lets go.

There is much mirthful laughter from the Daisy and Aster canopy, and Daisy gestures with fingers that still cary a trace of chutney.


Servants come to collect any dish that is no longer needed while dropping off the last plate, obviously a dessert that can be fed using fingers once more. "Candy-cap mushroom tartlets dusted with cassia," Jaenelle announces upon the plates being set down. "I wish to tell you all that I appreciate you coming to join me, and for being willing to allow your guard to drop to experience something different. For those who have come to these before, thank you for returning. For those who have never attended one previously, I hope to see you again at the next. As always, if you enjoyed anything you have eaten tonight there is more, simply ask your attendant. You may stay as long as you'd like, I can confirm that the pillows you sit on make excellent beds."


Someone wearing a thick Wisteria blindfold gives a snort of a laugh after Jaenelle speaks. "Sorry... sorry... Don't mind me..."

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold does eat his bite when it is offered, "Hmm. that is a bit strong." He coughs. "Delicious though.." He leans back as the sounds of dishes are being collected. A napkin is gathered as he wipes any of the previous chutney and such from his fingers. That just won't match the desert! "You know, I am unsure. I would have to give that a little more thought. I will just wait for inspiration." A grin is offered, though she is unable to see it. He takes up the desert bit, leaning closer to offer it to the woman next to him, "Did you want more of something?"

Someone wearing a thick Aster blindfold has left the a Daisy and Aster gossamer lace canopy.

Jaenelle moves around the room, though pauses when she hears the familiar laugh. "I heard that," she tells the woman in the Wisteria blindfold, "the nerve, you are lucky I adore you or I might add extra peppers to anything you go to eat," she teases the other woman.

Daff-o-dilly takes the riceball to the face, shifts slightly to the left, and he catches the bite between his teeth. "Ee dee ee." He praises himself and eats the bite. Then, dessert -- "Cassia. Like a spice?" He asks, carefully trying to feed the last bite to Rose. Potentially failing.

Someone wearing a thick Sunflower blindfold seems terribly confused. "Mushrooms? In a dessert?" Then she's speaking more softly to her partner.

Someone wearing a thick Wisteria blindfold gasps and turns her attention towards the sound of Jaenelle's voice. "You wouldn't! I can't help it if my companion is funny!" She leans towards the person in the Thistle blindfold and says, "I don't like spicy so much."

"Er...what...." Whatever Rose was suppose to eat if failed because it dribbled down her chin and she is hastily trying to dab at her chin and she teases Daff-o-dilly, "You missed!" But now here is her attempt trying to get said dessert in his mouth. She might be failing in this too.

Someone wearing a thick Hyacinth blindfold sits back up, lifting a hand to becon one of the attendents. "We will have some more of the corn custard. That was amazing." He then leans back to sunflower, also keeping his discussion at lower tones.

The tartlet never even stood a chance. He does get a taste of delicate candy-cap mushrooms and cinnamon before the crust of the tartlet mostly winds up in the Daffodil's lap. "It's a perfectly acceptable consequence. That single mouthful was Jayus-inpsired," he informs Rose. "Although, I will need to remove my blindfold before I leave because I do not want to bring home lap leftovers."