Tentacles, Squamous, Elder Things, Kilts and "Broadly Offensive"

Miss Violet Schnabel had put together a lovely setting for the Lovecraft Ball, run by the Dark Victorian group. I managed to track down a couple of songs from the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society (I need to get a copy of Shoggoth on the Roof) and started with those. On to some more familiar music with tracks ranging from Marilyn Manson, Sisters of Mercy, Inkubus Sukubus, VNV Nation, Mesh, Siouxsie and a variety of other things. Ensuing chat over the evening covered many strange things and may have proved that, apart from the assorted SAN(ity) jokes, that most Caledonians are in fact quite mad. Though Miss Schnabel's cousin Phineas may just be inebriated.


"Cthulhu Grove"


The glowing and amorphous Yog Sothoth (also known as Professor Avalanche)


The Great Race of Yith, with butterflies (normally known as Fuschia)


And I shall call him... Minithulhu.


Eldritch Emilly


Cthulhu in da House!

Later in the evening (and after a quick nap) My Dearest and I helped Her Grace of Loch Avie celebrate the completion of her Manor, Taigh Ròis (Gaelic for "House of the Rose").


The dance floor full of elegant ladies and charming gentlemen.

I danced with several ladies during the evening and witnessed the dubious charge the Vulgarian Ambassador, Barken Roff, made about Caledon being Vulgarian ancestral lands. I've heard this kind of waffle before and am soundly of the opinion that whether or not a country may have occupied a territory in the past, relinquishing that control centuries in the past forfeits your rights to claim it. Of course should the Vulgarians try to make good on their claim by force, Caledon's military defences will be ready and waiting for them.

Once Roff had stalked out in a huff, the evening continued pleasantly.

Finally the evening finished with the performance of Tartan For a Day, which saw the winner of an auction some time back allowed to perform as one of the troup of Little Eva and the Tartans.


Lots of tarting.. er tartan and very little else.


Joining the dance.


Lady Elytis after realising she was overdressed for the occasion.


Lady Whup Ass and Dr. Figaro get jiggy wit' it.


And at some point in the evening comparisons were made of the Tartans with the Mousketeers. Which of course produced Tartan ears.

A fun evening all round :-)