[Maegaladiel]

A black limo pulls up to the red carpet. A well-dressed hobbit gent opens the door, bowing politely. Maegaladiel steps gracefully out of the vehicle, nodding to the hobbit and thanking her lucky stars that she could find such a cheap limo on such short notice.

She walks up to the entrance, and the guard eyes her suspiciously.

"Weapons," he grunts. Maegaladiel looks somewhat confused.

"Pardon?" she asks. The burly guard shifts his weight uncomfortably. These darn shoes really start to hurt after hours of standing.

"Weapons. Can't go in with any weapons." He repeats slowly, as though speaking to a small child. Maegaladiel frowns, but unbuckles her sword, removes the stiletto from her hair, gives up half a dozen daggers from somewhere up her sleeve, deposits seventeen throwing stars at his feet, pulls a mace out of her shoe, and takes an enormous battle axe out of her tiny pink evening handbag. The guard's jaw drops.

"Er... You can.. go in now" he stutters at last. Sniffing delacately in distaste, Maegaladiel enters the party. She didn't see why he was so surprised; a girl has to defend herself, doesn't she?

The hall is full of people. Magaladiel grins to herself. This may prove to be quite an interesting experience. A hippo wanders around in one corner of the room, a phantom in the other. Out of the corner of her eye, Maegaladiel sees her friend Sophia the Thunder Mistress. She dodges a couple of reporters and tries to manuver herself a bit closer to the refreshments table without being killed by the crowds.

[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Maegaladiel ]