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[Misty Gray]

The Golden City: A Tale of Two Flames
IC Start Date: Thursday 13th May, 1920

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Let the fun begin!​

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[Misty Gray]

...Nothing to see here...​

 

[ReverseTex]

-- Prelude --

Camp Hawthorne
-Lake Tahoe, California-
Mid-Morning
Co-written with Misty Gray
Daniel & Walter Hawthorne

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It was a simply perfect summer’s morning, the fresh morning dew starting to dry away as the house and event staff began to set up the backyard. The butterflies in his stomach made for a restless night’s sleep but gave him time to take the boat out for a morning cruise to clear his head. It took months of planning and a series of compromises, but the wedding day was here. He was glad they agreed on the venue being the Camp. He loved the atmosphere of the lake and mountains, plus he always felt his mother’s presence here. Even if it was in the breeze, it was important to him she was here. As the boat coasted on the glass-like water, still and shimmering from the rising sun, he blushed to himself. Lillian was about to be his wife. She was like a shot of hard liquor, burning yet smooth. There was no one he’d rather fight side by side with and love harder.

By the time he made it back home, the sun was well-risen, and the staff was hard at work. The landscapers were combing the beach, and the event staff was readying the altar and chairs, all for his big day. Well, their big day. The ceremony was set to take place first, of course, and then the staff would swiftly transition into the reception. He had full faith in the staff doing their job and opted not to intervene. After docking the boat in the boathouse, he made sure to thank a few of the personnel as he walked back to the house to get ready. Although Lilian’s family had their own house on Lake Tahoe, Daniel ensured the guest section of the house was reserved for bridal affairs. Per tradition, he stayed well clear of the rooms. Although, he wanted nothing more than to sneak a preview of his bride.

Daniel headed up to his childhood bedroom, careful not to disturb his siblings. Although the ceremony was set for late afternoon, he figured it was best to get ready earlier rather than later. He knew he’d be dragged around today for various things, so it was one less thing to worry about. After showering and getting dressed, save for his bowtie and jacket, Daniel stood with hands in his pocket, observing the workers from his window. A knock at the door piqued his curiosity, checking his wristwatch, he figured it wasn’t one of his brothers or sisters. “Yeah, come in,” he called quietly.

When told to enter, Walter wasted no time in pushing the door open and stepping inside. He tended not to ask for permission to enter a room of his own property, but this was a circumstance where he would compromise. Setting eyes on his eldest son, he saw Daniel was mostly dressed ready for the ceremony later. Walter stood alongside him and peered out of the window to see the staff the younger man had been observing. “You look smart,” he told him, a thin smile displayed. “This is one of the biggest days of your life, Daniel. I expect you don’t have any doubts about Lillian by this point, but remember that after this afternoon, there’s no turning back.”

Surprised that his father even knocked in the first place, Daniel made room beside the window for him to stand. He couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of pride from the praise, it was hard to come by from the old man. “Thank you,” he replied, keeping in mind his father was a man of few words. He kept his attention on the yard while his father spoke, listening intently even if his eyes didn’t follow. For once, his father was right about a matter of the heart. Once he said his vows, it was till death do them part. A sentiment that his old man knew all too well. From his pocket, he removed the simple golden wedding band, formerly his mother's, to flash for a moment. The engagement ring was of his own design, but he wanted the band to be sacred. The diamond didn’t matter to him, that was Lillian’s marvel to gawk over. “No turning back,” Daniel said with a warm smile, tucking the band back in his pocket.

 

[ReverseTex]

Chapter 1- Till Death Do Us Part
-Thursday 13th May 1920-
Late Afternoon - Warm, Sunny, Golden Hour
Co-written with Misty Gray
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Camp Hawthorne
-Lake Tahoe, California-

Daniel Hawthorne

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Daniel stood facing the crowd, seemingly endless from his vantage point at the altar. The lake was to his back, glistening peacefully along with the warm breeze. Both sides of the aisle were equally packed, to no surprise. The aisle ran from the altar at the beach to the back doors of the house. From there, Lily would appear whenever she was ready with her father. The Flemmings, to a point, were equal in friends and wealth to his own. Plus, Lily’s fame was a factor. His section was full mostly of family friends and acquaintances of his father. The front row was reserved for his father, sister, and baby brother. Towards the back of the groom’s section, a gallery for the press was permitted. It wasn’t his choice to invite the filthy group, it was an unavoidable reality with how prominent both families were. But, he didn’t want his bride to endure accommodating them. To his left stood the groomsmen, Rhodes directly next to him as his best man. The other lads were friends from college, knowing his youngest brother wasn’t one for the added attention of standing up front.

“Rhodey, I think I might throw up. Do you think she’ll still take me with throw-up on my shoes?” He leaned over to whisper in his brother’s ear. The pack of Flemming women to his right, the bridesmaids and Emma, sent a shiver down his spine. If anything, a woman's scorn worried him more than her father's. The soft background music from the band was playing along with the general chatter of the crowd. Now that the moment was upon him, nothing truly prepared him for the whirlwind of emotions he felt. He sent a wry glance back to his brother, masking the internal fear and nerves he had. Suddenly, he noticed the back doors open wide. The music immediately shifted, switching to the tune of Lillian’s choice. Crossing his hands neatly in front of him, clutching them for dear life, he looked upward to see the most dazzling woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Lillian Hawthorne. Immediately, the anxiety melted away. A stupid grin escaped his lips, the pure sight of his bride dampening his eyes. She was perfect.

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Lillian Flemming
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It was fortunate that Lily had her mother, sisters, and best friend around to help her get ready early in the day. She would have been too much of a nervous wreck to be able to focus on her hair and make-up. Even in the early days of her career and auditions she’d never felt anywhere close to how anxious she was today. Lily was apprehensive about becoming a Hawthorne, in particular having Walter as her father-in-law. The man hadn’t tried to hide his suspicion about her motives. In some ways, it felt like she was willingly stepping into the lion's den. With that also came the aching feeling that came with losing the Flemming surname; the fear a distance could form between her and her family, or that her marrying a Hawthorne would build a wedge between them.

Despite the concerns that were eating away at her, there were no doubts about marrying Daniel. She loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Both of their families would have to accept that and respect the love for each other. Thoughts of her future with her husband in their new home was what had kept Lily upbeat today. Between the bouts of observable anxiety was optimism and excitement. By the time she’d finished getting ready, her hair, make-up, and white lace dress were perfect. She was completely happy with the hard work of her favourite ladies. She only hoped the rest of the day would be so pretty and perfect.

With her mother present, along with her sisters as bridesmaids and Emma as maid of honour, she felt motivated by their support. Still, when she stepped outside, the sight of the crowd caused her to suck in a deep breath. Not only were family and friends present, but also the press and her showbiz colleagues or acquaintances. The press was by now a normal part of her life, but she wished there had been a way for them to be kept away on her wedding day. She also caught a glimpse of a familiar and grossly unwelcome face from her past, but she forced herself to hold her head high. He was not going to ruin this chapter of her life too. He was a problem to address later. Instead, she looked ahead, her eyes landing on Daniel right before a smile grew on her face. As was tradition, her father would be giving her away, a thought which prompted her to rein in her grin a little as she sent Arthur a glance. She loved her father dearly and she hoped that one day he would be more open to accepting Daniel. Just as she hoped Walter would warm to her.

Lily walked down the aisle, paying extra attention to her steps to make sure she didn’t trip and embarrass herself in front of everyone. When she looked towards him, she noticed the moment Daniel set eyes on her and the way his face seemed to light up, as if she was the most beautiful person he’d seen. He was certainly the most handsome man to her and seeing him waiting for her, dressed in his wedding suit, made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Despite the scrutiny and hostility of people around them, she was sure at that moment that she was making the right decision in following her heart.

Stopping in her place facing her husband-to-be, Lily looked up into Daniel’s eyes with something of a bashful expression, as if it were the first time they were meeting. “Hi…” she greeted him, in something of a nervously playful manner. Her heart was racing in her chest at the whole situation, knowing so many people had eyes on them in such an intimate moment. “You look gorgeous,” she whispered to him.

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Daniel Hawthorne
Interacting With: Open
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Daniel took Lily’s hands gently, feeling them tremor ever so slightly within his own quaking hands. Her greeting melted his heart, his grin now a full smile. “Hey stranger,” he replied, equally as playful. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life, Lillian.” He whispered, rubbing his thumbs on the tops of her hands to calm her down. The crowd disappeared from thought, no one else at this moment mattered but her. He was never more sure of something in his life. He felt the touch of the breeze as if to toss his hair just like his mother did when he was a boy. She was proud of him, he knew it. Glancing at the priest, he nodded to signal they were ready.

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Following the ceremony, Daniel and Lily walked hand-in-hand down the aisle. Waving and smiling like children, the two disappeared into the house for the traditional newlywed private dinner. However, the newlyweds had a different idea to pass the time…The staff immediately went to work, beginning to serve cocktails and champagne to the wandering guests. Courtesy of Mr. Flemming, there wouldn’t be any issue of running short on liquor. As cocktail hour began, the reception entered full swing. If any of the guests were hungry, staff awaited eagerly on the west lawn with steak and various sides. If any of the guests were thirsty, the full-service bar was positioned on the east end. The water and beachfront bordered the south, slowly being attended to by the staff. The north end bordered the house, lined with various circular tables to house anyone who wanted to be seated. Around twenty minutes after their departure, the couple returned. Tonight was their night and no one could ruin that. But it was time to make their social rounds.

 

[ReverseTex]

Lawerence Fields
Mentions: SandraDeelightful
Interacting With: Open
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The fact that the Chronicle received an invitation to the Hawthorne wedding was a surprise for Lawrence. He expected the hard route: relying on loosely-trusted sources to provide credible information about the event. Graciously, the Hawthornes extended an invitation to himself, the publisher, and two employees of his choice. Strategically he decided to select two women, both of whom were capable at their jobs. But he needed to build reputable sources in this sphere of millionaires. To most, he was seedy and untrustworthy. Rightfully so, he served himself and the paper before anyone with a checkbook. He ensured both women were aptly briefed and prepared on the guest list the week leading up to the wedding. They would know every Flemming and Hawthorne by face, name, and what little files the Chronicle had. These women were innocent but smart enough to understand their role: establish a connection and gain a new lead…

Lawrence picked up both girls at the clock tower on the wedding day. The drive was long, nearly three hours from the city, and he didn’t want the girls to worry about getting themselves back. If they wanted to drink and stay, they could. If not, he’d bring them back. Either way, he needed to provide the story as quickly as he could for tomorrow’s paper. His navy-blue coupe was spacious enough for everyone, the summer air of the country backroads a breath of fresh air from the stuffy Bay city. “Ladies, I trust you’re well prepared for tonight. If you need me, come find me. But I recommend we don’t speak. The lions don’t appreciate a snake in their den,” he explained, the metaphor aptly put.

The trio arrived at the wedding right on time, and the driveway and front yard began to look like an extravagant parking lot. Two suited gentlemen stood at the front of the line, one valeting the vehicles while the other reviewed invitations. Once it was his turn, Lawrence rolled the car to a stop and stepped out of the vehicle. The valet opened the back door for the ladies, before readying himself behind the wheel. “We’re with the San Francisco Chronicle,” he said firmly, handing the three invitations to the gentlemen. The second man glazed over the three of them, reviewing the cards once more, before handing them back. “You’ll be at the back of the groom’s side of the aisle. The Hawthornes ask for your cooperation and respectfully request no notes or flash photography of any sort.” Lawrence nodded dismissively, tucking the cards back in his breast pocket. The man waved his hand to the valet, signaling he could take off with the car. “Welcome to Camp Hawthorne, Mr. Fields.”

The utter natural brilliance of the property immediately took him aback. He had to remain neutral, despite his amazement. He was well-off now, but nothing to this level of extravagance. The trio funneled in along with the rest of the arriving guests, the ushers keeping the foot traffic organized. Once they reached the side of the house, Lake Tahoe peaked into view. He spotted the altar, small in the distance amidst the sea of slowly filling chairs. The lawn was freshly manicured, and flowers trimmed. No stone was left unturned for this event. As promised, the last row of the groom’s side was reserved for them. Letting the girls pick their seats first, he took the last one… The ceremony itself was what he expected, extravagantly tasteful. The union of such a potential power couple for San Francisco didn’t disappoint, but he wasn’t a romantic. Realistically, this marriage would either tear these families apart or forge them into one. Following the ceremony, Lawrence disappeared amongst the crowd. Some of the celebrities he knew were decent enough to mingle with. Otherwise, he stayed clear of Walter Hawthorne and Arthur Flemming. He didn’t want to lose his tongue tonight.

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Amelia Flemming
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Interacting With: Open
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If Amelia had a choice, she would’ve lingered back at the lakehouse with her father until he was needed at the Hawthorne residency. He wasn’t required to be there with them, but she knew he wanted to oversee the delivery of the liquor before worrying about walking Lily down the aisle. But, per usual, she was dragged about by her mother around half past 11 to start getting ready with her sisters. Despite how large the house felt, it felt oddly empty on the inside. Her sister explained that Daniel sectioned off a bridal section of the house, and no staff or his family would disturb them unless requested. Travis would be in charge of letting guests into their section of the house if Lily or their mother saw fit. The Flemming woman had two bedrooms and a connected parlor room at their disposal. For as long as she could, she procrastinated having to slip into the uniform bridesmaid dress. She preferred the comfort of pants. Even if it wasn’t ladylike or proper, she preferred the comfortability.

As her sisters readied themselves, she assumed her position on one of the couches in the parlor room. The windows faced the front lawn, which made for some entertainment as the day wanned on. She could watch the delivery trucks, guests, and whatever else this wedding had in store. All of it seemed extravagantly unnecessary, a waste of money if she ever saw it. The money could go to the families in Chinatown, who struggled to make ends meet. But no, her darling sister needed a cushy wedding. Eventually, she couldn’t hide out any longer, she had to get ready. Even if she hated to admit it, the wholesome atmosphere of the twins and their mother doting over her hair and makeup made her feel appreciated. It felt warm having the feminine bond in the room.

Lilian, as always, looked jaw-droppingly beautiful. Despite her resentment at the fiscal frivolousness, she truly was happy for her. She radiated happiness along with her beauty, living out a dream. Now that the girls were ready, she finally noticed the crowd and music towards the back of the house. They had to be inside nearly all day and even though they had a view of the front of the house, nothing truly prepared her for the site behind. Making her way down the aisle, one of the groomsmen in arm, the massive amount of people made her feel at ease. Even if it wasn’t a belligerent crowd of protestors, something about the volume of it juxtaposed with the natural beauty of the lake was magical. Taking her spot, she glanced curiously at the groom as the rest of her sisters, Emma, and groomsmen made their way down the aisle. He looked anxious, similarly to her sister. But she had to admit, even he cleaned up nicely. Despite her father’s apprehensions, Daniel seemed like an honest man. She saw no immediate threat from him the few times they’d met. So long as he made Lily happy, then she didn’t care to know more.

The ceremony went by rather quickly, compared to how long the day felt. But she knew the evening was young, the reception and after party was going to be good. If she gave her eldest sister any credit, it was that she threw a damn good party. Once she and Daniel disappeared inside, the wedding party following in order as to how they arrived, they congregated at the back porch. Family portraits took priority, but after herding both families around like cats and dogs, the reception was underway. Amelia found herself a glass of champagne and began to drift about.

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[Pagemaster]

Arthur Flemming​

Mentions: Family Flemming, Daniel Hawthorne,
Interacting With: Open

There was very little in life that brought Arthur more joy than his daughters. There had been a time he wanted sons more than anything, but after watching so many young men die in the War and seeing the incredible forces that his girls had become, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. He felt a tear tug at the corner of his eye and he told himself it was the wind as he his spun the wheel of his small Chris-Craft and motored toward the Hawthorne dock.

Lillian had once, in the heat of the moment, accused Arthur of hating Daniel. That was simply not the case. He had seen what hate did, what it led men to do, and the destruction it could leave in its wake. No, hate was too strong a word. He considered Daniel a philanderer and unworthy of any of the Flemmings children. To be fair to Daniel, what father ever thought a prospective son in law was good enough for their daughter?

Arthur had perhaps tried too hard to hang onto Lillian when she was young and she had rebelled in her own way, choosing to become an actress, something that had horrified him at the time. As time passed, and she saw success and happiness, his disapproval had waned and finally vanished altogether. When Daniel had approached him and asked for Lillians hand, Arthur had said yes without hesitation. She loved Daniel. They were happy. What more could a parent hope for their child? He had seen too much pain and suffering, the agony of loss, the empty chairs around family dinner tables, the gut wrenching sorrow of families destroyed by senseless conflict, and he had promised himself he would not continue the cycle.

Now, as he expertly guided the small boat into the dock and flipped a line around the metal cleat, he knew that today marked a change in the family. For good or ill was yet to be determined.

He waved away the offered hand of one of the Hawthorne servants, thanking the man anyway, before strolling quietly up the long lawn toward the wing of the Camp that had been set aside for the bride and her entourage. At the moment he wore grey slacks with a white shirt, no tie. He looked almost like a staff member and the few who knew him on sight offered him a polite hello while other nodded as they hurried by. Arthur was not given to flaunt his wealth on things like clothes, he just wasn’t that kind of guy.

He pushed open the door into the bridal suite and was greeted with a multitude of joyous exclamations as family rushed to hug him. Lelia of course insisted on a lengthy kiss while the girls made fake vomiting noises. Last to greet him was Lillian, radiant and beautiful as always. Her smile seemed somewhat uncertain, his opinion of Daniel was not exactly a secret, as she came in for a hug.

“You look, I mean, wow!” He said as he drew her into a hug. He could feel her relax in his arms and he kissed her forehead.

“Careful of the hair!” One of her sisters teased.

“Yes, of course.” He said with mock gravity, stepping back to look at Lillian. “You are the very picture of beauty. I can see why the Hawthornes agreed to let the press attend.”

A blush crept into her cheeks and he smiled kindly down at her. “Thanks dad. Are you sure you like it?”

“Like it? I love it. You’re the very picture of a Greek Poem.” She laughed and gave him another quick hug before stepping back. “I have a few more things to do before the long walk. See you soon?”

Arthur nodded and then looked around at the rest of them, Aurelia and Lucille, attached at the hip as always, and Amelia, all of them grinning back at him with a joy he could not help but feel too. He gave them all a wink and vanished back out the door. Travis, as reliable as the sun rises, was outside and he nodded to Arthur as the older man joined him.

“Morning, sir. Fine day for the nuptials.”

“Indeed it is…” Arthur replied as he squinted against the morning sun. “Is my suit nearby?”

“Yes sir, the Hawthornes set a room aside for you. It’s got your usual items in it, and I put Andy on keeping the curious away, and AJ is there of course.” Andy was another one of the family security detail.

“Thank you, Travis.” Arthur walked in the direction Travis indicated and soon found Andy standing outside a guest house. The young man, another Great War veteran, saw him coming and smiled. His right eye was milky white, a jagged scar running across it, a reminder of the artillery fragment that almost killed him.

“Morning, Andy. Thank you for keeping an eye on everything.

“Very welcome, sir. Anthony is inside.”

Arthur passed through the door into a small but comfortable space. Anthony was sitting near a window that looked down over the grounds and he smiled when Arthur walked in. In public he was Arthurs batman, in private, they were friends. The two shook hands and Arthur sat across from Anthony, following his gaze out onto the lawn.

“It seems awful extravagant.” Anthony had never shied from saying his mind.

“Oh, it’s a circus almost,” Arthur replied. “But, it’s what Lillian wants and if I have a weakness, it’s whatever the girls want.”

The two shared a chuckle at the thought of Arthur trying to deny Lillian a wedding of her dreams. If she didn’t kill him, one of the others would, sisters tended to have a savage pack mentality at times.

“What was your wedding like?” Anthony was still looking over the lawn as he spoke, and Arthur smiled faintly.

“Nothing like this. We got married at City Hall with about a dozen family members present. I think I was twenty. I’d made enough coin on the pack train to pay for the license. That was it. Lelia, bless her heart, she never complained, and she stuck by me when I hit it big. Not to mention throughout the War.”

Anthony nodded slowly. His own wife had died of the Spanish flu in 1918 while he was still fighting on the Western Front. Being of mixed-race, his station in society was tenuous at best; though he had numerous female fans, all of whom had male relatives he would dearly have loved to try “teach that black bastard a lesson”. Arthur was unwavering in his protection of the younger man and more than a few had fallen afoul of the billionaire when they tried to take a run at AJ. Bonds forged in the fires of combat were not so easily cast aside. It was likely why so many of his employees were fellow veterans.

“Well, Miss Lillian is sure to love all this fuss.” Anthony seemed to physically shake off whatever memory he had been experiencing.

Arthur nodded without replying. He didn’t have too.

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Several hours, one scotch, and many, many, handshakes later, Arthur stepped into the sunlight with Lillian on his arm. Heard her take a deep breath as she saw the sea of faces turned toward her and gave her arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Just another day on the stage.” He muttered to her, and she glanced up at him with a grin, squeezing his arm in return.

They began to walk down the long aisle as a band played Lillians requested song. Arthur didn’t acknowledge the Journalists as they went by, it was his opinion that they had no place here, but it wasn’t his property so his opinion had been ignored.

He caught sight of Daniel and felt an imperceptible tightening of his lips. He looked down at his daughter, radiant in her white dress with perfectly piled blonde hair and saw the smile she was giving Daniel. This was for her and he would do nothing to compromise that.

The walk took no more than a minute and Arthur found himself fearing the moment where he would let go of her. There was little more in the world that he feared than losing one of his children and, in a manner of speaking, that was about to happen.

He forced back a tear that threatened to overwhelm him as he hugged Lillian before stepping over to shake Daniels hand. “Congratulations.” He muttered as he drew the younger man into a half hug before stepping back to join Lelia in their place of honour.

Her slender fingers wrapped around his weathered ones, and she gave a squeeze as the Priest began to speak. Nothing had really changed, yet everything was about to be very different.

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The ceremony was mercifully short and the priest brief in his words. Neither family was particularly religious, and he was thankful for that. What he had seen of the War taught him God did not exist, or at least he did not care.

Once the newlyweds had gone, the rest of the Flemmings had briefly gathered for a photo, taken by Anthony, and then gone their separate ways. For Arthur that meant an endless round of back slaps, hugs, handshakes, and well wishes. His kingdom for a Scotch…

 

[Misty Gray]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Lillian Flemming Hawthorne​

The ceremony had gone without a hitch. Lily had been overjoyed to have her father by her side to not only give her away but also giving his blessing for her to marry Daniel. She knew of her father's reservations about the man, but was grateful he hadn't stepped in the way of her love for Daniel. Having the support of both parents and her sisters had meant the world to her. She wasn't sure she could have got through the day had they not been there for her.

After being lost in Daniel's eyes as they repeated their vows, Lily became Mrs. Hawthorne. It had all happened so quickly yet she knew the warmth she felt would last for a long time. She and her new husband left the their guests for a time to be with each other in private. The time away from so many guests gave Lily the opportunity to recentre herself and get her mind under control. When she had done that, all she could do was embrace the happiness she felt in that moment.

Although they both soon returned to the festivities, Lily stopped short of rejoining their family and friends, instead taking a moment by herself in the empty lobby of the building. Having changed into a more comfortable dress; a long, gold, evening gown, she was able to move more freely than she had in her extravagant white wedding dress. Standing in front of the mirror, she fixed up her hair, one of the diamond slides having shifted out of place. Just as she finished tending to her appearance, she saw the reflection of her new father-in-law as he joined her.

"Welcome to the family," Walter greeted her. Surprising her, the man outstretched his arms to invite her for an amicable embrace. Lily very briefly hesitated, having not expected the gesture, before accepting his brief hug.

"Thank you," she told him as they soon ended the gesture and gave each other a little distance. "My family and I appreciate you allowing us to have the ceremony here. It's all been so beautiful," she thanked him, a bright smile now on her face. Daniel's father intimidated her, there was no doubt about it. So, to have him making the effort now was a huge weight from her presently overwhelmingly heavy shoulders.

"There's no need. My son deserves the best, for what I hope will be his only wedding day." Walter said. Being so difficult to read, it was hard to tell if the old man was referring to losing his own first wife or if he being offensive to her. Being an idealist, Lily wanted to believe it was the more innocent of the two possibilities.

"That, he does," Lily said, maintaining a warm smile.

"Daniel also deserves a proper wife," Walter began, his tone now carrying its more familiar abruptness. "I expect you will take full advantage of this evening's festivities. The alcohol and frivolity of it all. But soon you should begin to behave as a lady - a wife - should and show some discretion. In my book, that means no more silly parties. As well as knocking this showbiz lifestyle on the head," he warned. "You're a Hawthorne now and it's time to step into place."

Lily lowered her gaze as she processed the man's words. She knew of his rigid and downright sexist views, yet it still came as a shock to hear him directing them at her in that moment. Clearing her throat, she looked up and met the man's stern gaze. "I married Daniel, not you. You have no say in what I do, Walter. So, with all due respect, I acknowledge your suggestions but I will do as I decide," she firmly told him.

Not giving the man chance to talk down to her any further, she brushed past Walter and rejoined the party outside. She made a beeline for the bar and didn't waste any time in requesting a glass of wine. Forcing a smile onto her face, she looked around at the guests. She attempted to pinpoint a friendly face to hopefully help her brush aside Walter's unpleasant words.

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[villainvrs]

RHODES HAWTHORNE !!
regrets leaving his glasses at home.​

RHODES HAWTHORNE liked to think he didn't need anyone. It was an old state of mind which he adopted when he was young, but it stuck with him throughout his teenage years. Because truth be told, he had been taking care of himself even before mother died and father decided to replace the growing void in their family with cash checks. So Rhodes decided from that point on that he didn't need his father to tell him everything was going to be all right because everything was certainly not going to be okay, it was going to be just meh. And he was fine with that. He could handle his life being just mediocre if it meant he didn't have to deal with anyone weighing him down with their feelings.

As far as Rhodes was concerned, he didn't need anyone other than himself, he was all the company he ever needed. He had more than enough to deal with; up to his neck in paperwork from the courthouse, stuck playing mediator for any of the family's publicity stunts. He had to deal with living every day, slowly turning into a carbon copy of his mother, putting on a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He'd look in the mirror and be reminded of the past—the past which seemed to haunt him even six years after her passing years. Except he wasn't his mother, that much was clear.

Even though she was no longer here, Rose Hawthorne was everywhere. He saw it in his siblings' smiles, his father's laugh, and the warm golden horizon that mimicked the warmth of a mother's hug; golden hour. It was a bittersweet moment for Rhodes, counting the heads of the family from behind Daniel on the altar, but always being one count short. He had never considered himself sentimental, but a lot had changed since he'd taken on Daniel's offer as best man. ( He had always thought of himself as a good man, but best man? )

Rhodes was almost as nervous as his older brother— too tall among the other heads of the groomsmen, that would be an eye sore in pictures— but he wouldn't let it show. Vulnerability simply wasn't the Hawthorne way, especially not in the face of press, he could practically feel Lawrence Fields glaring a hole through him from across the venue. He was somewhat glad he'd left his glasses on his nightstand at home, the faces of the crowd blurring beyond the front row. His eyes narrowed, trying to make out the face of his father in the first row. When he had no luck even tracing the lines of his wrinkles, he could only hope it wasn't that sour-puss scowl he'd become so accustomed to seeing on him. His attention flitted from the audience laid out before him to Daniel, who stood to his right with a nervous grin on his face.

Do you think she’ll still take me with throw-up on my shoes?

"You've looked worse," Rhodes remarked, his voice just above a whisper and his tone the closest thing he could get to supportive. He flashed a lazy grin, giving Daniel a playful clap on the back as if to say "go get 'em, tiger". As if on cue, the doors to the venue opened, joyful music filled the air, and Rhodes had never seen his brother happier than when he was standing face to face with his wife to be.

─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈・ ─ ・┈・ ─ ・┈​

Rhodes used to like to believe he didn't need anyone. It was a mantra recited since birth, a means to an end, but it stuck with him through life, lingered like the corky aftertaste of bad whiskey. But that was just it. He liked to believe he didn't need anyone. That didn't mean it was true. Because no matter how many times he tried to tell himself in the past that he'd be better off not caring about the people around him, he did. He cared maybe a little too much. It was caring about others that got him in this mess.

It was a tricky thing . . . pretending not to care. It had almost ripped him at the seams and torn him into pieces of a puzzle he would never learn how to mend. But he was tired of that. Maybe he was having a mid-life crisis way too early, but whatever, he was tired. Maybe he was one too many drinks deep ( two shots and a glass of whiskey into the night already ), or feeling too philosophical ( tipsy ) for his own good, but he was determined to enjoy himself tonight, stuffy suit be damned.

Rhodes had already made himself comfortable in the time since the ceremony, ditching his suit jacket at a table one of the Hawthorne siblings had already claimed; his ivory dress shirt underneath had been rolled to the elbows to increase maximum movement for when he got around to asking some poor oblivious soul to dance with him— he just wasn't drunk ( or desperate ) enough yet. Rhodes was careful to hang back amongst his siblings, his head on a swivel for newspaper staff and more frighteningly, their father. Fortunately for him, the only other Hawthorne lingering in his peripheral vision was his newly married brother. Daniel had just emerged from the house when Rhodes crossed the grass to meet him somewhere in between; two Gin Rickey's in hand, one nearly just ice, clearly his, and the other held out in Daniel's direction.

"Good evening, Mr. Flemming," he teased, a boyish grin reminiscent of teenage trashing of dad's liquor cabinet. "I'm guessing the missus wouldn't be too happy with me crashing on your couch tonight." He said with a laugh, taking another impossibly long sip of his drink. It was a wonder and a marvel to see Rhodes anything other than dead sober; he very rarely drank, and when he did, he almost always ended up regretting it.

mentions: daniel + lawrence ReverseTex ; walter Misty Gray
interactions: daniel ReverseTex ​

 

[neverbackdown]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Emma Carmine
​

Standing at the alter, Emma turned in time to watch her best friend appear arm in arm with her Father. Even though she had gotten ready with Lillian and the Flemming girls who were now standing beside her, she was still in awe as she watched Lillian stepping towards them, the smile on her face so large, her expression so happy that even the mere sight of it almost made Emma burst into tears.

The wedding itself was also entirely to Lillian's taste, the blush pink dresses that the sisters and herself were wearing, the extraordinary flower arrangements and off course the beautiful white gown that she had adorned. She looked like a princess, like royalty and Emma believed this was well suited since Daniel treated her as such or at least he better. It was as though someone had reached into the past and brought her dream wedding to the future it was everything Emma had always believed it would be and more and she was just so happy for her best friend.

The ceremony was both beautiful and heartwarming as she watched the lover lock eyes and promise the world and themselves to each other. Watching someone who had the same experiences and somewhat life as her getting married to the man of her dreams, unlocked a sort of hope within Emma and allowed her to believe that the same may eventually happen to her. She was not just damaged goods, she was worth love and it was around the time of this realization that Emma was unable to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. Using a napkin she gently dotted under her eyes afraid to ruin her makeup from either her tears or with the napkin.

Maybe the champagne was a bad idea
After the ceremony, a few pictures were taken with the wedding party then Emma moved on to make sure everything else was running smoothly as the family photographs were taken. It wasn't long later that the reception officially started and the alcohol began to flow, much to Emma's delight. She spent a few moments talking to the press that were present, hoping to give them enough that they would leave the happy couple alone before she turned and made a beeline for the bar, accepting that she had done her maid of honor duties to the fullest. The only thing left, which would be an all night job was to keep Walter Hawthorne, the sexist pig, away from Lillian on her big day so to keep her in good spirits.

As she walked towards the bar, Emma spotted Lillian hastily coming out of the house with a sour expression on her face and Emma sighed as she realized she had already failed at her mission. Coming to stand beside her best friend, Emma ordered a wine before turning to face Lillian "alright who do I need to beat up" she joked but there was a slight uncertain air of seriousness present in her tone.

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Interaction;-
Lillian ( Misty Gray )

 

[ReverseTex]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -
Mentions: Misty Gray , neverbackdown , Pagemaster
Interacting With: villainvrs

Daniel Hawthorne

When Daniel left his newly-dubbed wife inside, he failed to notice his father slip inside. His emotions and senses were loose, having a few fingers of scotch in his groom suite and a round of shots before the ceremony with his groomsmen. So, he thought nothing of his departure, especially with how blissful they both were.

For appearances, he managed his way around the backyard. Clasps were on the back, handshakes were well-deserving, and all of the praise was on him. For what? Falling head over heels for a girl? Pff! She deserved the credit, not him. He was simply a fool, a fool dumbstruck by love and devotion. No one’s opinions mattered. However, he accepted the praise on the chin. Smiling, shaking hands, and playing politics. Daniel hadn’t been on the lawn long, swarmed by a few of his father’s older friends who wanted to wish him well before leaving. Escape the traffic and the drunken guests, they said. After the brief conversation, his eyes scanned the lawn for his wife. Right as he spotted her at the bar, Emma seemed to swarm to her side. She was a loyal friend if he’d ever seen one, and had no personal problems with her. Whatever she needed, he’d be happy to extend a helping hand. She was an extension of Lily, which meant she was a part of his family just as much as his brother was a part of hers.

With Rhodes in mind, Daniel spotted his brother sauntering his way. The wry grin on his face, Gin in-tow, brought an equally amused smile to his face. Rhodes was a light drinker, but he was glad to see he was enjoying himself. Embracing his brother with a warm clasp on the back, steadying his tipsy brother, he took the glass. “If you’re looking for Arthur, he’s over there.” Daniel teased back, nodding his head across the lawn. The gin was refreshing compared to the dark liquor he had thus far. However, mixing his alcohol wouldn’t bode well later tonight. Letting go of his brother, he replied. “I think she’d understand. By the looks of it, Emma might be crashing as well.” He glanced past his brother, for only a moment, to his wife and Maid of Honor. “Unfortunately, there’s not much furnishing in the new house yet. You two might be sleeping on the floor. That’s a problem for after Paris!” The honeymoon was equally as spectacular as the wedding. A two-week European vacation, starting in Italy and working backward to Paris. He planned half of the trip, the Italian portion. While the other was his wife’s design.

“Speaking of that, I need you to gather everyone for a meeting when I get back,” Daniel mentioned casually, taking another sip of his cocktail. “This stuff makes good money. I’ve got a plan, but it’s going to take everyone. Even Dad.” He continued, shaking his glass to signal the liquor. Evelyn and Rhodes were much more involved with their father than he was. The first-born privilege got him so far, but he knew his siblings would be helpful in this matter. “Speaking of the old man, where did he hide off to?” Once again, his eyes glanced around the yard. Spotting their father emerging from the house, he shook his head as he approached. “By the way, the best man suits you better than the caretaker, Rhodey.” He said lovingly. His brother tended to worry over their father, something he’d never quite understand. Tonight, at the very least, his little brother deserved to be known as something greater.

 

[Misty Gray]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Walter Hawthorne​

Even after his conversation with Daniel just before the ceremony, Walter had still held some faith that his eldest son would come to his senses and back out of the marriage. But, as he watched Daniel and Lillian lost in each others' eyes for as long as they were standing at the alter, he knew nothing was going to stop the couple from going through with it. That left Walter to accept the Flemming woman was now a part of the Hawthorne family. In the end, he had found it in him to smile and feel pride for the couple. If their love was as a genuine it was for him and Rose, then he was pleased for Daniel. He knew Rose would have been ecstatic. He was sure she would have approved of Lily. However, that was where Walter and his late wife differed. The woman was too soft and she put more faith in others than she should have. Walter wasn't going to be so blind.

Daniel clearly loved his new wife, which motivated Walter further to keep a close eye on her. At the worst, she couldn't be trusted and would betray Daniel, along with the rest of the Hawthornes. At best, she was a naive fool who really did believe in fairy-tale weddings and happy ever afters. One thing for sure was that now she was married, she needed to act like it. That was why he'd taken time to speak with her alone. Her duty now was to be a wife and hopefully a mother. The showbiz, partying and drinking all needed to be put to rest. That foolery didn't belong in his heir's life.

Despite those reservations and him looking forward to most of the guests leaving his property later, Walter easily switched on his mask. With a welcoming smile, he easily made conversation and shared pleasantries with the guests. Of course, those more beneficial to him and his business received the best of his accommodating attitude. It was easy to blend in and switch on the charm for most people, especially when his money and power garnered their favour before he even opened his mouth or shook their hands.

After his business indoors was dealt with, where Lily had stormed off in some kind of a strop following his advice, Walter casually returned outside too. Catching sight of Daniel and Rhodes in the distance, he approached them with confident strides. Despite his age, the man wasn't showing noticeable signs of weakness to observers; no doubt much to his critics' dismay.

Collecting a glass tumbler of whiskey along the way, he took a sip from it as he reached his sons. "Congratulations, Daniel. Wonderful ceremony. Everything went without a hitch. Well, so far, at least. Providing no-one overdoes it with the alcohol... you should keep an eye on Lily on that front. We can't have her causing any embarrassment with the wretched press sniffing around," he said, clasping his eldest's shoulder as he did.

"That put aside. How are you both getting on?" he asked, shifting his hand to then rest on Rhodes' shoulder. "Unfortunately, weddings are very long days," he knowingly remarked.

ReverseTex (Daniel) villainvrs (Rhodes)

 

[Lost Martian]

Anton WolffInteracting With: Lillian Misty Gray | Emma neverbackdown​

The well dressed German man, cursed quietly as he rushed through the forested roads towards Lake Tahoe. Anton’s automobile was making noise in protest as he pushed it to its breaking point. He refused to be late for the biggest event of the year, which would also be a great place to network with the upper class. However, arriving late for the wedding itself could easily tank Anton’s reputation.

He cursed again, wondering why he hadn’t just gotten a nearby hotel room like most of the other guests had. Anton had figured that he could get up early enough to make the several hour drive before the wedding actually began. However, he hadn’t considered that he would stay up several extra hours reading an entire new script. Anton’s assistant had dropped it off the previous day, a horror screenplay from a no name writer. While most producers would just ignore it, ever since working on the Golem Anton had an affinity for horror, and this script proved to be very good.

However, Anton would have to get rid of the twisted tale from the front of his mind, as this was meant to be a happy occasion. Anton reminded himself to smile plenty as he finally turned on the main road that led to Camp Hawthorne. Quickly checking his watch, Anton saw that there was still the possibility of him arriving on time. Once more he pushed the automobile to its limit, fearing that it might die on him.

Anton’s mood would only improve as the main building of Camp Hawthorne came into view. Finally letting his vehicle relax some as he pulled into a parking area that was choked up full of cars. Anton had known this wedding was big, as he, a work acquaintance, got an invite, but just trying to figure out how many people were attending was a little hard.

Eventually Anton would find a spot to park his automobile, a several minute walk from the actual camp. He would give himself a once over in the mirror of his vehicle, ensuring that his suit wasn’t wrinkled and that his hair had maintained its form. Deciding that he looked good enough, Anton would speed walk to the venue.

Once there, several staff members would guide Anton over to where the wedding proper was being held. Given a seat near the back, as he was only a vague acquaintance of either family, Anton relaxed some as he had made it before the wedding actually started.

When the wedding finally did happen, Anton found it incredibly beautiful. Both bride and groom seemed incredibly happy, as it would take true happiness to bridge the divide between these two families, or at least based on what Anton had heard around town. He then thought that might make a good hook for a film, though he couldn’t write the idea down as he hadn’t seen a reason to bring a notebook to a wedding. Instead Anton hoped he would recall the idea long enough for him to be back home in San Fransisco.

As Anton mused over how he could turn this experience into something workable, he realized that the reception had begun in earnest. The various family members and guests of the happy couple were now walking around the beautiful lakeside, alcohol being freely served. Seeing as he wasn’t paying, Anton allowed himself a glass of champagne before perusing around Camp Hawthorne.

Part of the reason he had accepted the invite to the wedding was because he was told that there would be several actors and actresses present. Since launching Wolff Pictures, Anton had been perpetually on the hunt for new talent. While he could write, produce, and direct himself, Anton couldn’t act to save his life, and thus really needed a stable of actors.

One such person that Anton had been on the lookout then passed by him. Lillian, the newly married bride, was also an actress. She had been attached to a potential project that was almost a go until the writer sold the script to another studio at the last minute. That had infuriated Anton, but at least he had gotten to meet Lily, which is why he was at this wedding.

Finishing his glass of champagne, Anton decided to walk over to the bar. Grabbing another glass, he saw that Lily was talking with Emma Carmine, a good friend of hers, and from what Anton had heard she was also an upcoming actress. Seeing this as the chance to do some serious networking, Anton stepped over to the pair, forcibly inserting himself into their conversation.

With a wide smile on his face, Anton said, “My congratulations on this very happy day for you.

Since coming to America, Anton had done his best to Americanize his accent, as most European sounding accents were looked down on. But his true pleasure at seeing the wedding did cause some German to be present.

“And this must be Miss Emma Carmine,” Anton offered his hand, “I hear that you are an actress like the good Mrs. Hawthorne. Anything I might have seen you in?”

Even though he was fishing for new talent, Anton tried to maintain some level of suaveness. While the networking was a nice bonus to attending the wedding, just taking in the beautiful sights and happiness on display was enough for Anton.

 

[Saix]

Aurelia Flemming​

Mentions: Lillian, Emma, Arthur, Walter, Daniel, Rhodes, Lucille, Lorilei, and Anton
Interacting with: Open​

With the photo shoot over, Aurelia was finally freed from her obligations to sneak away and take a moment for herself to people watch from the assigned Flemming family table in front of the buffet with what would likely be her only glass of Chateau Cheval Blanc and a small plate of assorted cheeses to snack on. She had risen before the sun in order to fit in a decent outdoor run, a last ditch effort in search for serenity amidst her inner turmoil, before she joined the rest of the Flemming women to prepare for her one of her sister’s biggest life moments. With the excitement of the ceremony behind them, the long day was starting to catch up with her.

Tenderly grasping her dessert fork with the slender fingers of her left hand, Aurelia began to pick at her plate as her almond shaped eyes searched first for her family. Lillian, glowing with her newly acquired title of “Mrs. Hawthorne”, stood at the bar now with Emma close to her side. Discomfort tugged lightly at her chest, a sensation that she successfully kept to herself to all but her twin, as it often seemed her older sister preferred the company of her fellow actress more than she did her own family and that harsh truth mostly brought her great sadness. It was to be expected as the allure of stardom had called to the older sibling for as long as Aurelia could remember and the woman who stood next to her understood that far more than the rest of the Flemmings did. In addition to that shared connection, what helped to lessen that pain was Emma’s loyalty to Lillian. The young actress stood with her sister through thick and thin, protecting Lily from the front lines while others were able to make moves from behind closed doors. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she watched the two women be approached by a tall, unknown, and dark haired man, but had faith that the actresses could hold their own before moving on to find more of her family.

Her gaze rested next on her father as he stood amongst a crowd of high society men that were likely congratulating him for his eldest daughter’s marriage. Throughout this whole experience she did wonder if she would ever find a man that she would love more than him, as Lillian had, and the idea seemed far fetched. With no fault to her mother, it was Arthur whom she spent the most of her youth with and it was his approval she sought out most. It would take an extraordinary individual to obtain not only her approval, but his… and there has yet to be any prospective candidates. A small smile spread across her lips as she knew they would likely speak at a later point, especially after San Francisco’s most prominent men were done with him, and she made a note to herself to ask him later if participating in the war was more or less difficult than today’s events.

Moving on from her beloved father she then found most of the Hawthorne men, her new in-laws, all huddled together amongst themselves. She could only assume the old temperamental patriarch was providing his version of a compliment served with a side of unwarranted conservative remarks about keeping the party in check or Lily’s lifestyle, at least that was the image her sister had painted of the man when in confidence amongst the Flemming women as Aurelia never conversed with the man herself beyond polite introductions. To Walter’s left stood Daniel and to his right, Rhodes. She was cautiously optimistic about the man her sister married, putting faith in Lily’s choice of a life partner above all else and keeping all concerns tucked safely away since she had learned long ago that one had to let their loved ones go in order to watch them flourish. The middle brother, however, was somewhat of an enigma. He mostly served as the family’s lawyer, occasionally taking cases outside of the Hawthorne’s dealings and rarely ever leaving his family’s estate except to conduct his work. Her best guess was that he was a victim of circumstance as that was all she knew of the man thus far and had no personal connection to glean anything else.

Aurelia searched amongst the rest of the crowd for her two other sisters and her mother, but she had yet to spot them amongst the sea of faces both familiar and unfamiliar to her. To free up her left hand, she rested the fork at an angle on her plate with the tip facing inwards to signal to the attending staff that she was just taking a break from eating and used her right hand to grab the still very full glass of Bordeaux for a sip. Her sister’s ode to their upcoming honeymoon as well as simply the best red wine one could buy.

 

[Misty Gray]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Lillian Hawthorne​

On her search for a friendly face, Lily's sight instead landed on an unwelcome one. She'd seen him as she prepared to walk down the aisle and had hoped she'd get through the rest of the day without setting eyes on Jesse again today. How the man who had raped and threatened her could show up to her wedding was beyond comprehension. But then, he always did believe he was above everyone else - a sentiment that had only been reinforced by their manager at the time. It might have been over a decade ago, but what he did to her would never leave her mind, nor would she stop feeling sick at the sight of him. Jesse had done well for himself ever since and apparently Martha, one of her actress friends, had been taken in by his charms. Had Lily known who Martha's plus one really was, in advance, she wouldn't have hesitated in denying her request to invite the bastard.

With Jesse making her blood boil and her growing fears about losing her family now she was married, Lily felt guilty for not beaming as much as she should be. She took a long drink of wine before noticing Emma approaching her. Whilst she was concerned about losing touch with her biological sisters, she knew Emma's bond with her wouldn't be affected by her marrying into the Hawthorne family. Delicately holding her glass in one hand, she used her free arm to give her best friend a hug. She then took a step back and sighed, unable to hide her worries.

"Take your pick," she flatly answered to the question of who Emma needed to beat up. "This is the happiest day of my life; marrying the man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. Typical that it would be men putting a dampener on my enjoyment." She took another sip from her glass. "Walter didn't want me to marry Daniel, that much is clear. Now he's trying to tell me how I should behave - which is like an obedient little housewife," she complained. Another glance was sent Jesse's way, as the man flirted with Martha in the distance. She'd never told Emma, or anyone else, about Jesse and what he'd done. Not after the way she was laughed off by her manager at the time. She thought it would get easier, but now Jesse was enjoying himself at her wedding, those feelings were dragged back up again. "Emma. It's Jesse, he shou--" she began, her voice faltering as she attempted to admit the truth.

Lily snapped her mouth shut as Anton came into view and joined them. His smile and congratulations grounded her mind back into place, reminding her that this was her wedding day. Everyone expected her to be happy and beaming. The press dictated it if she wanted a peaceful life without their scrutiny. A brief glance Daniel's way helped her to focus on what today was all about and that nobody would get in the way of how much she loved him. Thoughts of her husband were what allowed her warm and bright smile to resurface. "Thank you, Anton. I'm so glad you could make it," she enthusiastically told him as she set her glass down on the bar and greeted him with a quick, friendly hug.

The two had almost worked on a film together and, along with staying in touch since, and Lily hadn't thought twice about inviting him to the wedding. She knew how important it was to invite her professional friends and acquaintances to her wedding. This was hers and Daniel's day, but the nature of their family businesses and her career meant it had to be a big affair, rather than a small and intimate one.

Lily stepped aside and a small smile naturally remained on her lips as she watched Anton and Emma interact. She was glad to have some attention away from herself, so wanted to give Emma and Anton as much opportunity to introduce themselves without interrupting them. Plus, he was being rather charming in the presence of her friend.

neverbackdown (Emma) Lost Martian (Anton)

 

[ReverseTex]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Amelia Flemming
Interactions: Pagemaster

Amelia slipped away to the shoreline with her champagne. Leaving her shoes at the edge of the grass, she stood at the edge of the water. None of these people would make for good conversation, so she thought. They were bourgeoisie assholes who likely wouldn’t understand her perspective. Plus, she wasn’t in the mood to mask or ruin her sister’s big day. Turning her head over her shoulder to observe the crowd. Perhaps she was being a bit harsh, some of these people were her family friends as well. It would be polite of her to socialize rather than linger by herself.

By the time she slipped her heels back on and made it up the lawn, she exchanged her empty fluke for a fresh one from one of the many waiters walking about. It didn’t take long for her to secretly regret socializing. This environment was Lilian and their mother’s domain. This wasn’t a picket line or the harbor docks… Thankfully, as her eyes darted around the party, she spotted her father. He seemed to need a break from the conversation just as much as she did. Like a hawk, she swooped in from across the lawn.

Linking her arm into his, Amelia leaned her head gently on her father’s shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind if I steal Father for a few minutes, you’ll get him back don’t worry!’ The standard Flemming feminine charm turned on immediately, years of practice and training allowed her to throw the mask on easily. The gentlemen in his company stimmed stiff as boards, simply a waste of air. Once the pair were out of earshot, she chuckled. “I’m surprised you haven’t dug yourself a hole to hide in yet. I’m sure there’s a pick in the attic. This is a miner household after all,” the hint of backhandedness to both her father and the Hawthornes was apparent. While her father was once a miner, a lifetime ago, the Hawthornes hadn’t touched dirt since Walter’s youth. Now, he was practically geriatric.

The best spot in the house seemed to be back towards the docks. It was far enough from the general atmosphere, but not rude to slip away. “I’m assuming all your preparation before the ceremony went off without a hitch?” Amelia inquired, letting go of her father once they reached the docks. She removed her clutch, fiddling with a cigarette, as he responded. She knew getting her father’s mind off of the emotions of today would brighten his mood.

 

[Pagemaster]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Arthur Flemming
Interactions: Amelia Flemming
​

Arthur was into his second Scotch and probably fourth unwanted business pitch when Amelia came to his rescue. He had spotted her coming through the crowd, a determined look on her face, and for one brief moment he wondered if she was going to tear a strip off of two of the men he stood with, both hard core anti-socialist bankers. He could tell they also wanted to say something, but Amelia turned on the charm and both melted at her smile, bowing out of the conversation with brief promises to find Arthur later.

"Ever my knight in shining armour." Arthur chuckled as the two walked down toward the dock. "Thank you."

The stroll to the dock was short and pleasant. A few people they hadn't seen yet stopped them to congratulate them before moving on. On the edges of the light they could see couples stepping quietly into the darkness for what Arthur could assume were sexual escapades. He had yet to attend a major wedding like this in which someone didn't destroy their marriage or reputation by shagging someone who wasn't their own spouse. He just hoped it wouldn't be anyone from his family.

He shrugged slightly at at Amelias mining comment around mining. His daughters all had rather "unconventional" ideas around what was acceptable and loved to push the limits of propriety. It was likely they had no idea how much his wealth and influence sheltered them from troubles with the law and other major business owners. No doubt it would come to light some day, but there was no sense in ruining the evening with such chatter now.

"You know very well I am never happy until I have something to stress about," He said with a smile, gently touching her hand as she went to light the cigarette. "Not around me, please, you know I detest it."

There were times he wasn't entirely sure if the girls were actively trying to annoy him, or if they simply forgot sometimes. As they had gotten older, and more radical, they had begun to push back against him, which was one of the few places he drew the line in the sand. He tolerated their social indiscretions, the secret funnelling of their personal allowances to various social causes, and many other things. But any serious challenges against him carried consequences none of them had truly experienced before.

"I'm impressed you haven't tracked Walter down and given him a "what-for"." Arthur said, nodding back up the lawn toward the festivities.

 

[Misty Gray]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Oliver Walton​

Over the years, the Waltons had sold a number of properties to both the Hawthornes and the Flemmings. Whilst most of the sales had been completed by his father, George, Oliver had assisted and been behind a couple of them by himself. The most notable was Daniel and Lily's purchase of their first home together. An beautiful property situated at the border of Downtown and Old Nob Hill, which the couple had fallen head over heels for. Not only did the transaction earn Oliver the praise of his father, but it also saw to it that the then engaged couple invited him to their wedding. Of course, it was only logical that his father would also attend the ceremony.

After watching the happy couple become husband and wife, it was time for the real fun to begin. Oliver was never one to shy away from the opportunity to socialise and party. Parties didn't get much bigger than one consisting of the Hawthornes, Flemmings, and celebrities. As much as he didn't tend to spend social affairs with his father, Oliver knew he'd have been an idiot to pass up on a chance like this one.

A couple of whiskeys into the reception and Oliver was growing restless at all of the business talk George was having with him at his side. Thankfully, his father had introduced Oliver to enough of the key players before deciding they should mingle separately. "I have an old client I need to share a drink with. He responds better on a one-to-one basis, so I need to work my magic," George said, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

"Alright, but don't forget to have some fun, at least," Oliver remarked, by now used to his father's one track mind when it came to business.

"Don't worry about me, Son. You make sure you don't have too much fun and do some networking."

With that, George left Oliver in peace, the younger man grateful his father had left him so he could enjoy the party without too much business talk. Oliver still had doubts in his mind about the path he wanted to take. Whilst his father had made it clear he would take over the business one day, Oliver wasn't an idiot. George was only in his late forties; full of health, energy and motivation. Even if he was going to inherit the real estate business, it would be quite some time before he could call the business his own and step out of his father's shadow. Looking at Walter, old and still clinging on to power for dear life, Oliver wasn't convinced he could live in George's shadow for another twenty years!

After speaking with a number of familiar guests and commiting new faces to mind, Oliver took a moment to sit at an empty table whilst he finished off his latest drink. He noticed a man approaching and sent him a friendly nod. "Are you enjoying the party?" he casually asked. It took a moment but he soon identified the man as the publisher his father had pointed out. Lawrence, if he remembered right.

ReverseTex (Lawrence)

 

[ReverseTex]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Amelia Flemming
Interactions: Pagemaster

Amelia frowned, tucking away her cigarette at her father’s request. She’d forgotten his displeasure in the heat of her own need. Once again, as she had in the sand, she removed her heels. God, how she despised the wretched shoes. She wasn’t made for them like Lillian was. Her bare feet against the dock were much more preferable than her heels. Her father’s light-hearted joke at Walter Hawthorne brought a smile to her face. “Best not ruin Lily’s big day. The only thing I agree with about this whole affair is the love behind it. If she’s happy, that’s all that matters. I can be gauche tonight if it means a lifetime of happiness for her.” She stated simply.

She knew her father agreed, hence why he was on his best behavior this evening. “She’s what matters tonight. Not some rich bastard who hoards his gold like a dragon under a mountain.” She scoffed. She took a sip of her champagne, an acceptable vice around her father, before deciding to take a seat on the dock. She’d been standing for a good while now, a rest was much needed.

Once she was settled she turned back up to her father, reminding her of all the years she had to look up to him as a little girl. “Have you spoken to the new in-laws yet?” She inquired, her father not keen on fraternizing with those he disliked. “I’m sure they’re not all that bad, right?”

 

[Pagemaster]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Arthur Flemming
Interactions: Amelia Flemming
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Arthur sat next to Amelia, thought slightly back from the water so as to not ruin his shoes, the latest from the United Kingdom. He was a tall man and used the height to his advantage, but rarely when interacting with his own family. He had worked hard to ensure they saw him as someone they could talk to, not fear; though fear did have its uses. The few times he had been forced to flex his parental powers on the girls had come as a shock to them and rarely did they repeat the offence.

He smiled slightly as the question regarding the in-laws. "No, not yet. I am sure Walter and I will speak at some point. If Rose were here I would have said hello to her by now. As for the Hawthorne brood, well, you know my general opinion on them. Unfortunately, the worst of them has married Lilly. I tried to warn her off, but she would have none of it."

Those conversations had been tense and unpleasant. Even when Arthur told Lillian she would not inherit the family empire if she married Daniel she had stuck to her guns. So, like so many fathers before him, he had bowed to the inevitable and given his blessing for the marriage. It was that or risk losing Lilly altogether. The other sisters didn't yet know Lillian had been removed from the family inheritance. The moment she moved in with Daniel a trust fund of a million dollars in her name would come into being and that would be her private wedding gift from dear old dad.

"So, much like you other three, all I can do is do my best to make it work." He chuckled softly. "No one cares less about a persons position and wealth than their own family."

 

[ReverseTex]

Lawerence Fields
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Interacting With: Misty Gray
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Despite the invitation, it was clear no one wanted to speak with him. Lawrence wore his title unabashed, no matter if you hated the press or not there was no way to avoid it. Newspapers weren't dying anytime soon, nor would journalism and the pursuit of truth. Even if tonight was strictly tabloid affairs, the truth remained. As he strolled through the party, carrying a negroni, he observed the various conversations. The Hawthorne stag party seemed to be well underway, as expected. The groom, Daniel, was often a subject of rumors and tales around San Francisco. Sleeping with married women during the war, draft dodging... But, he also was a well-respected doctor who led to a few positive medical marvel stories. He was certainly an enigma and he wanted to keep tabs on him. The Flemmings seemed widely dispersed. The allusive patriarch, Arthur, seemed to evade him once again. If he squinted, he noticed the gentlemen on the dock with one of his daughters. Which one, he couldn't make out. He wasn't interested in their affairs yet, only his and Lilians'.

After he stalked around the party, he noticed a young man alone at a table. This had to be Geroge Walton's son. He hadn't purchased a property from the renowned relator, but the name was all too familiar. But if he remembered correctly, this young man recently sold Daniel Hawthorne a good chunk of property. If he could establish a source, it would make keeping tabs a lot easier. Approaching the table with a smile, he outstretched his hand. "It's hard not to enjoy free drinks and a view," Lawerence smiled, shaking his hand. "Lawerence Fields, San Francisco Chronicle." He introduced himself. More often than not, he intentionally left the publisher part out of the introduction. He didn't like to be seen as superior unless he had to. Plus, it was an old habit from his correspondent days. "Mind if I join you? Hate to enjoy this party alone."

Once permitted to sit, he opted to sit a seat away from Oliver, setting his drink down before getting situated. "You're George's son, right? How's real estate treating you?" He asked honestly.

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Amelia Flemming
Interacting With: Pagemaster
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Amelia nodded as her father explained he hadn't spoken to the Hawthornes yet. Everyone in the family was aware of her father's distaste for her newfound brother-in-law. Travis experienced the brunt of that malice, considering his primary task was to ensure Lily's safety. At least from her understanding, he seemed similar in spirit to her eldest sister. Driven, free-spirited, and kind-hearted. Sure, the womanizing rumors weren't the most flattering, but so long as that lay in the past then there would be no rise of concern. "Ye of little faith, Dad," she tutted, gently patting his shoulder.

"You don't need to worry about marrying me off anytime soon," Amelia added, resting her head gently on her father's shoulder. The sun was beginning to set on the waterline, making for a peaceful moment. She let them sit in silence for a moment, soaking in the tranquility "You're so stubborn sometimes, you know that?" She scoffed, before continuing. "Have faith in Lily's decision. You can't expect Daniel to be warm and welcoming if you don't give him the same grace. Give him a chance." She knew her father knew this already, but hearing it from his youngest daughter rather than their mother or Lilian might make a difference.

"Besides, you can hurl insults at Walter Hawthorne all you want. I'll join you in that escapade I promise you that! I don't think the Hawthorne brothers are immune to taking one on the chin about their old man." Careening her head for a moment behind her, she spotted Daniel and his best man stuck in a conversation with their father. Neither of them looked thrilled. "At least you don't have a son to berate. Who knows! Maybe you would've become Walter Jr!" She leaned off her father, exaggerating the joke by making claws with both of her hands.

 

[Misty Gray]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Oliver Walton​

Oliver reached out and accepted Lawrence's handshake, returning his smile with a welcoming one of his own. "You're quite right there. Funny how the drinks always taste better when they're free," he joked in return. When the man introduced himself and mentioned the newspaper, Oliver couldn't help the boyish smirk. "Whatever it is, no comment!" he teased. "I'm Oliver Walton," he replied, his tone shifting to a more formal one.

"I don't mind at all," he said when the man asked to join him. Whilst he'd opted to sit alone, it was more for some peace from his father than anyone else. The man hardly ever stopped talking business, especially around so many potential leads with money to burn. As if his mind was being read, Lawrence asked if he was George's son. "That's right. My dad is around here somewhere - I'm sure he could fit in a chat," he trailed off, soon realising the man was asking out of interest rather than to actually speak with George.

Oliver turned to commit himself to the conversation when asked about real estate. "It's treating me well. There's certainly a boom in prospective buyers at present and it doesn't show signs of dying down quite yet. Still, if you've got advertising space available, I'm sure we could consider your rates," he added. He almost kicked himself, realising he was sounding like his father in that moment; talking shop at a wedding.

Still, he had no doubts Lawrence's presence at the wedding was for work rather than pleasantries. After a long sip of his drink, he looked at the man. "I imagine this is quite a big day in your line of work. The son of a loaded old man weds the actress daughter of another loaded old man," he remarked with a playful laugh. "How is the day going for you so far?"

ReverseTex (Lawrence)

 

[Pagemaster]

Camp Hawthorne
- Lake Tahoe, California -

Arthur Flemming
Interactions: Amelia Flemming
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Arthur laughed the sight of his daughter pretending to be some sort of creature and shuddered theatrically at the thought of being a Walter Jr. His daughter was not wrong, but deep down in his soul he knew that Daniel was not going to be good for Lillian. There were to many ghosts, to many angry husbands, to many scorned women. It was only a matter of time before something came to a head. It was best to bury one problems deep, and tell no one.

"The horror!" He replied, giving her hand a squeeze with his. "And I'm glad to hear you're not in a rush to marry. You're one of my girls, and always will be, but I don't want to know anything about your love life. It was bad enough when you four were teenagers..." He almost shuddered again. Their teenage years had been a menace to his mental health and, strangely enough, only the War had put it into perspective for him. He had seen so many men die, some who had never know the warmth and tenderness of a woman, that he was not going to make any outlandish rules for his own children. The tighter he tried to hang on, the more they would rebel. At the moment there rebellion was confined to the "class-war" that was sweeping the world. As long as they didn't hurt the family fortunes, he would tolerate it.

"I did half expect you to bring a guest this evening. No ones caught your eye of late, hmm?"