One community · two homes · every door unlocked
A library, a lounge, and a home in the Lavender Beds — where two venues and one warm Discord share a single open door. Come as you are; there is a seat here already kept for you.
A community first and a venue second: unhurried, SFW in public, and just as warm to a first-day sprout as to a seasoned veteran. The Athenaeum keeps the mind; the Solarium keeps the heart — and the Free Company keeps you.
One estate: Lavender Beds · Ward 6 · Plot 33. By day: the Athenaeum — a library and salon, where the mind is filled. By evening: the Solarium — a candlelit lounge, where it is allowed to rest. Shared: one roster, one Discord, one roof. Kept by: the same hands.
The Athenaeum and the Solarium are not so much two places as two hours of the same home. What one fills, the other lets rest — and because they share a roster and a roof, most who call the Florette home drift freely between them: a book borrowed in the afternoon, a chair by candlelight that same night.
Shelves heavy with borrowed stories, soft seating pulled close, and a pot of tea always steeping. A place for slow conversation, quiet company, readings beneath the glass — and for the mind to be filled.
Oxblood, aged gold, and clove. Low music, lower light, and the warm hush of good company — made for the kind of companionship you remember long after the candles gutter out, and for the mind to finally rest.
Applies to: everyone — visitor, associate, FC member, and staff alike. Where: every Discord channel, the in-game estate, every FC-affiliated event. Safe word: “Brakes.” Kept by: staff, proportionately. These are not a warning; they are an expectation.
Every person here is entitled to be treated with basic dignity. This is the floor, not the ceiling.
Treat every member with respect and dignity, always — regardless of character level, RP experience, membership tier, playtime, or how long they have been here.
Discrimination in any form is not tolerated — racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, biphobia, ableism, classism, xenophobia, and discrimination based on religion, age, neurodivergence, or body.
Harassment is grounds for immediate removal. Targeted mockery, repeated contact after being asked to stop, intimidation, sustained negative attention, and coordinated behaviour meant to make someone feel unwelcome.
Slurs and derogatory language have no place here. This applies equally in “joking” contexts — if the language is harmful when meant seriously, it is harmful as a joke.
The Florette is an explicitly LGBTQ+-inclusive community. Direct hostility, coded language, or sustained exclusion that targets members for their identity is a serious violation.
Disagreements happen; meet them in good faith. Respect the person even when you disagree with their position. Critique ideas, not people.
Be mindful of differences in communication, language, and culture. Not everyone expresses themselves the same way. Assume good intent before assuming offence.
The Florette is safe-for-work in every space, always — there is no corner of it where that changes.
The Florette is SFW everywhere, without exception. The estate and its events, every Discord channel, both Carrds, and every private corner. There are no designated NSFW spaces here, and there never will be.
There is no NSFW content at the Florette. Sexual content, graphic real-world violence, gore, or deeply disturbing material have no place in any of our spaces. There is no right channel.
Keep conversation SFW as well. If talk drifts into NSFW territory — in character or out — steer it back or take it elsewhere.
Our partners are held to the same public line. We may affiliate with venues whose wider themes run adult, but only where their public-facing presence is itself SFW.
This is still an adults-only community (18+). Grown hands for the care these spaces take — not because anything explicit happens here. If you learn someone under 18 has joined, notify staff immediately.
Use content warnings for heavy material. Even SFW topics can land hard — a brief “cw: [topic]” takes two seconds and matters.
When fiction starts to sound real, pause. If a scene begins to mirror genuine distress, it is always right to step out of character and check in.
Treat mental-health topics with care. Do not use serious conditions, self-harm, or crisis scenarios as casual narrative shorthand or for shock effect.
If someone expresses genuine distress — in or out of character — the right response is always to reach toward them, not away. You are not their therapist, but you can be a person who notices. Staff are here for guidance.
What happens in the narrative is shaped by the people writing it. How we treat each other in the story is part of how we treat each other.
IC is not OOC. Your character’s feelings about another character do not define the relationship between the players. Keep the separation clear and speak up OOC when it blurs.
Consent is required for heavy scenes. Violence, harm, non-consensual themes, significant trauma, or deeply personal subject matter is agreed OOC before the scene begins — not after.
No godmodding or power-playing. You do not control another character’s actions, reactions, or outcomes without their player’s explicit permission.
Respect “no.” If a player declines a direction, that is final. Do not push, reframe, or apply pressure. A “no” to the scene is not a “no” to the player.
Dark themes are welcome with consent. Difficult stories are permitted, but they require the OOC awareness and agreement of everyone involved. Say so clearly before you go there.
Do not bleed IC drama into OOC spaces without genuine reason. If a narrative is affecting your real wellbeing, that is an OOC conversation — with staff if needed.
At venue events, read the room. If RP is already in progress, enter gracefully. Do not derail existing scenes; ask before inserting yourself mid-flow.
The safe word is “Brakes.” If anyone types or says it — in the scene, in DMs, in OOC brackets — all fiction stops immediately, no questions, no pressure.
We do not share what is shared with us in confidence. This is non-negotiable.
Do not share another member’s personal information — real name, location, images, workplace, or any identifying real-world detail — without their explicit, specific permission.
Doxxing results in immediate, permanent removal. The deliberate sharing of someone’s private real-world information without consent has no appeal, regardless of intent.
Do not screenshot or share private messages without the consent of everyone involved — whether from another member, a staff member, or leadership.
What is shared with staff in confidence stays with staff. Reports, disclosures, and concerns brought to leadership are not shared with the wider community unless the situation requires it.
You are not obligated to share personal information. Do not pressure others to disclose real-world details — age beyond the 18+ requirement, location, identity, or anything not offered freely.
Respect the line between player and character. Speculating aloud, repeatedly, about a player’s personal life from their RP content is not appropriate. People create fiction from many places.
Our Discord is the heart of the community between sessions. It should feel like a good room to be in.
Use channels for their intended purpose. Read channel descriptions and pins. If you are unsure where something belongs, ask in a general channel or check with staff.
Do not spam or flood. Excessive image posts, repeated messages, and reaction-spamming disrupt the community and bury conversations.
Do not excessively ping staff for non-urgent matters. Staff channels and report processes exist for a reason. Mass-pinging or repeatedly pinging individuals is treated as conduct.
No unsolicited advertising or recruitment without staff approval — other communities, FCs, services, or external content included. Ask staff first.
Passive-aggression is treated like direct hostility. Vague-posting about a person, subtweeting the server, or “hypothetical” framing used to target someone all fall under this rule.
English is the primary language of public channels so staff can moderate and all members can take part. Private conversations may be in any language. Language is never grounds for mockery.
When a discussion heats up, it is always fine to step away. You do not need the last word. No conversation in a server is worth your peace or someone else’s.
Keep bot commands to their designated channels. Cluttering general conversation with bot output or misplaced commands will be quietly redirected.
Staff exist to keep this community safe — not to police enjoyment. They are people too, and deserve the same respect as any member.
Treat all staff with the respect you extend to any member. A staff role is a responsibility, not a social hierarchy — it entitles no one to special deference, and no one to dismiss or demean them.
Disagree with a decision privately and calmly. Raise it with leadership — not in a public channel, not in someone’s DMs. Publicly disputing moderation is itself a conduct issue.
Do not circumvent or coordinate against moderation. If a decision feels genuinely wrong, the path is a private conversation with the FC owner.
Good-faith decisions are final at their level. Leadership decisions are final. Appeals, where available, are handled privately.
Concerns about a staff member’s conduct go directly to Aurore Laon (Owner) in a private message — not in shared channels, not to other staff. Concerns about leadership go to the FC owner privately.
Staff are bound by the same rules as everyone else. A staff role grants no special social licence. Staff who break these rules are held to the same — or a higher — standard.
Problems are better handled quietly than loudly. Most things can be resolved before they become anything larger.
Try a good-faith, direct resolution first. Make an honest effort to settle it privately before escalating — assuming it is safe and comfortable to do so.
If that is not possible, bring it to staff. When direct conversation is not safe or has already failed, staff will mediate and approach all parties with equal care.
No public call-outs. Do not post about conflict in shared channels to rally support or apply pressure — including vague references, “just asking” framing, and coalition-building group DMs.
Good faith is assumed in misunderstandings. People make mistakes; what matters is how they respond. If someone caused harm unintentionally and has owned it, we are not obligated to hold it against them forever.
If you feel unsafe, you do not owe the other party contact. Genuinely unsafe — not merely uncomfortable with disagreement. Come to staff first.
Mediated resolutions are private. Outcomes of moderation and conflict resolution are not shared with the community. If you learn of a decision involving another member, keep it to yourself.
These rules exist wherever the Florette gathers — not only when staff are watching.
They apply everywhere we gather: all Florette Discord channels, the estate during any FC-affiliated event, and any public space where a member identifies as part of the Florette.
Outside spaces are generally out of jurisdiction — but behaviour elsewhere that directly targets our members, uses our identity to cause harm, or is a credible safety concern may be addressed here.
Associate status does not reduce accountability. Associates are held to the same standards as FC members. A lighter commitment does not change the expectations of conduct.
Do not bring external drama into the Florette. History with another FC or a conflict on another server does not belong in our spaces. Everyone starts here on equal footing.
We act on evidence, not rumour. We weigh documented evidence, credible reports, and patterns of behaviour. Bring concerns to staff with as much specific information as you can.
We believe in proportionate responses. Most situations do not need the heaviest hand — but it is available when it is needed.
Consequences are based on evidence and the whole situation — not on who is more popular, who has been here longer, or who is louder. No particular outcome is guaranteed in advance.
Context is considered, but does not override harm. Good intentions, personal circumstances, and history are all weighed — none of them nullify what happened.
Staff may skip lower levels for serious violations. Any escalation framework is a guide, not a guarantee of gradual steps.
Associates follow the same framework as members. Associate status is not a lighter standard of accountability.
If you witness a violation, report it to staff via the appropriate channel or a direct message. Do not attempt to enforce the rules yourself.
One community, two homes, and every door unlocked — held open by the care we show one another. Thank you for helping keep the garden safe.
Gathered from: Siren, then Dynamis, then Brynhildr, Dynamis again — and now Mateus, for good. First pressed: February 2024. Kept by: the same small, fierce dragon who started it. Sheets so far: sixteen, and the next one might be tonight.
Specimens are pressed in order of their season, not their size. A quiet night can be a milestone too — bring the screenshot; we will press it.
Three keys: Member, Associate, Staff. What they share: the whole community — the Discord, the people, every event, both homes. What differs: only the in-game tag and the Free Company perks that come with it. What it costs: a hello. No essays, no trials, no waiting list.
Staff is a hat, not a tier — you wear it as a Member or an Associate. None of the three sits above the others, and you are never locked into one.
“Strip away the candlelight and the bookshelves and what is left is the part that matters most — the people. The Florette is a Free Company first: a home in the Lavender Beds where the doors stay unlocked and the company is the whole point.
What this is: a Free Company first, a venue second. Who it is for: anyone who walks in — first-day sprout or seasoned veteran. What it asks: nothing but kindness. What it keeps: a seat, already set, and a door that stays unlocked.
A table of contents for the walk ahead — six rooms to pass through, six more beyond them, and one loose leaf.
Began as: a cottage, bought on a whim. Became: a library, then a home, then a family. Home: Lavender Beds · Ward 6 · Plot 33. Founded: February 2024. Kept by: Aurore Laon — the same steady hand, then and now.
The Florette did not begin as a guild, or a venue, or a plan. It began as a cottage — bought on a whim, filled with books along one wall and seats along another, and meant for no one but the woman who bought it.
For a while, that was all it was: a place of solitude. But Aurore found she did not want solitude to be the whole of it. She opened the doors, and the Athenaeum was born — a simple, small library, and for a long time nothing grander than that.
She kept it that way and learned the running of it as she went, never having known how to keep a business and making every mistake there was to make. There was heartache in it, too — betrayals from ordinary people who owed her no particular loyalty and offered none. She stayed anyway. The doors stayed open anyway.
It was not long before she opened the Solarium. She had come to understand that a mind needs somewhere to be free — unwatched, unaccounted for, spared the quiet exhaustion of always being noticed, always expected to think and to answer. The Athenaeum was where the mind was filled; the Solarium was where it was finally allowed to rest.
“A cottage became a library, the library a home, and the home a family — kept, as it always was, by the same steady hand.
So she brought the two together beneath a single roof and called it one home. Little by little, people came. They lingered. They stayed. A company arrived and made of the place the guild it is now — and somewhere along the way, without anyone quite deciding it, the cottage had become a mansion.
Today the Florette is a large and elegant estate, both venues held under the pride of a small, elegant dragoness — and tended, still, by the same woman who first filled a cottage with books and chairs. She makes a home of it for everyone who walks in, and asks for nothing back but the warmth they find they cannot help but return.
You have walked the house by now — the hall, the study, the two doors, the keys, the rules by the door. There is nothing left to explain. There is only a seat, and the question of whether you would like it.
Unfold whichever corner suits you. For the tag, the seat, or a place on staff, the people to reach are Aurore, Saya, and Morgan — their Discords are just beneath this letter.
Simply come by. No message, no application, no introduction owed — walk into the Athenaeum or the Solarium on any open night and chat with us as you would anywhere. If you like it here, stay. If you like it a great deal, the other three corners of this letter are waiting.
Take the tag, and a place in the household. Send a message to Aurore, Saya, or Morgan to learn more — a short word about who you are — and the tag is yours. No essays, no trials, no waiting list.
Keep your own banner; the seat is yours all the same. Reach out to Aurore, Saya, or Morgan, and you are family from the first word — every event, every channel, both homes.
Bring your craft; we provide the room. A Fleur is not a service — warmth here is chosen, never owed. To apply, contact management — Aurore, Saya, or Morgan — and they will find the corner that fits you.
“Come in. A seat will always be open, and someone will always be glad you came.
Free Company: The Florette. Founded: February 2024, from a won house on Siren. Home: Crystal · Mateus · Lavender Beds · Ward 6 · Plot 33. Kept by: Aurore Laon, Owner & Founder; Saya Sonohara, Director. Rating: SFW · immersive & casual RP. Doors: open — new faces always welcome. Status: blooming, and still growing.
✎ and a fresh writing prompt, every single day. All times EST; one-off nights are posted in the Discord.
The Florette began on a whim, back when I was still a senior in high school. I’d won a house on Siren and had no idea what to do with it — only that I wanted to make a community. So I made a library. I prepared every corner of it, and made sure it was something wonderful, and open to anyone who wandered in. In time, people came through those halls. They loved them, and together we built far more than I ever set out to. Today that same library still stands — only now it keeps company with a lounge and a Free Company: a home for anyone who needs one.
After she lost Kaine, Aurore kept running, until the running set her down in Gridania. With the blood money left to her she bought a building and made two sanctuaries of it — one half filled with books, in memory of the parents she had lost; the other with tea, soft chairs, and candlelight, for the man she had loved and been made to kill. She built it all for herself… at first. Then people began to wander in. They explored. They stayed. The library blossomed into more than she had meant it to be, a lounge rose beside it, and the building was rebuilt larger to hold all they had become — still tended by the same small, fierce dragon who raised it.
“She built it all for herself… at first.
A fresh writing prompt goes up every single day — a line, a scene, a question. Answer it in a paragraph or a page, in character or out; it keeps the ink flowing and gives the quiet days a small, shared spark.
Every venue night begins the same way: the doors open, and whoever wanders in is welcome. No reservation, no roleplay experience required, no wrong way to be here. First-day sprouts and old hands share the same seats.
The calendar turns and the house dresses for it — blossoms in spring, a beach in high summer, candlelight and crimson in autumn, the hearth on winter’s last night. Our community evenings are the year’s biggest gatherings, both venues under one roof.
Some evenings you do not want to perform. There is always a chair kept for that — somewhere to read, to sit with a drink, to be in company without being called on. Nothing here is asked of you but your own comfort.
This page grows with us. The stories of our best nights — the packed openings, the season finales, the small moments that became legend — are still being gathered, and take their place here as they are remembered.
A library is only shelves; a lounge is only chairs. What made the Florette a home is everyone who walked through the door and decided to stay — the keepers, the readers, the barkeeps and bards, and the quiet regulars who feel like family. They are the real story.
The album fills in as we add screenshots from over the years.
“Still tended by the same small, fierce dragon who made it all those years before.
Everyone who keeps the Florette running — planted in beds: leadership first, then staff, then the members and associates of the house.
✦ Flex — ability to work two or more positions.
✿ Tap any card to open the full profile. Empty ranks read “no staff in this category.” ✿
Every house has its open secrets. Ours are less secret than they are invitations — running jokes we grew into whole corners of the story. Leaf through the ledger, then step down into any chapter and help write what happens next.
✿ Or simply read straight through — every file continues in full below. ✿
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It started with a door that would not stay shut. Then the cold spot in the reading room, the pages found rearranged into words nobody wrote, the guest who left one night and swore something had followed them out. The Athenaeum is old, and old places remember — and where aether pools thick in the stacks, things are sometimes drawn to it.
Rather than pretend otherwise, the house began keeping notes: dates, symptoms, sightings. A few brave souls volunteered to go and look. What started as a joke about who you gonna call became a genuine watch — for voidsent, for hauntings, and for the simply strange that has no name yet.
Bring a haunting, a cursed trinket, or a bad feeling about the east hall. Report it at the odd-happenings desk, ride along on the next investigation, or become the reason there’s a fresh case file.
Seen something? Start a case. Any haunting or oddity you bring becomes canon the next investigator inherits — leave the house a little stranger than you found it.
Aurore did not raise this garden on clean coin — that part is no secret. When the money finally came clean, the instincts did not leave with it. She had spent too long surviving to trust that safety simply arrives, so the old network was rebuilt, quietly, on her terms this time.
Call it a syndicate. Beneath the tea and candlelight, the Family gathers intel and secrets, trades in weapons, and brews quiet poisons — all of it in the name of protection. The best part? For once, the coin is clean. Even so, hands still get dirty when someone is forced to draw a blade in the name of safety. The rule is simple: the Family protects its own, or it is nothing at all.
Bring a secret worth keeping, a threat worth answering, or a name that needs watching. Buy protection, run a job, move a shipment — or earn your place. Loyalty is the only currency that matters here.
Owe the Family a scene and it remembers. Bring a rival, a debt, or a job of your own and weave it in — the ledger here is written by everyone at the table.
Someone needed somewhere to put the mint. Then the mint needed shade, and the shade needed a fence, and before long the strip of dirt behind the mansion had become rows — basil and clove and nightshade side by side, the useful beside the dangerous, because the kitchen and the apothecary both send their lists to the same patient hands.
The gardeners were never appointed. They simply showed up, knelt down, and never quite left. Past the tomatoes, in a shaded and secluded corner, the house keeps its own small clove plot — and no one is entirely sure who tends it, only that it is always kept.
Trade a cutting, ask quietly after a remedy, or find slow, patient work among the green. The gardeners say little and notice everything — and what you plant here, others will harvest.
Plant something. A new bed, a rare seed, a poison hidden in the nightshade row — add it to the garden and it grows into the setting for the next scene.
The first one was a lamp that would not stop relighting itself. Instead of throwing it out, someone took it apart on the reading-room table — and put it back together better. Word travels among tinkers, and soon the Florette had quietly become a place where hands fluent in Allagan relics and Magitek could work without being asked too many questions.
Their creations drift through the house like weather: a humming panel by the stairs, a brass automaton that shadows the cat, a door that only opens for the right hum. If you find a strange device and it seems to belong, it does. Probably.
Bring something broken, something ancient, or a schematic no one else will touch. Ask what a device does — at your own risk — or commission one of your own.
Left a gadget somewhere? Add it to the house. Every contraption someone installs is fair game for the next person to find, poke, or accidentally set off.
It was supposed to be a supply closet. Then a guest collapsed at the bar, and someone laid them on the cot that happened to be in there, and that someone happened to know medicine — and the closet has been the doctor’s office ever since.
The Florette draws the wounded the way honey draws bees: adventurers who overdid a hunt, strangers who wandered in already bleeding, members who will not admit how bad it is. The chamber smells of strong medicine and bitter herbs at all hours, and the doctor asks few questions — because in a house like this, the fewer the better.
Come to be patched up, to study the healing arts, or to deliver a patient who would rather not be seen. The door is always unlocked.
Need patching, or want to be the one holding the needle? Bring a wound, a remedy, or a diagnosis and it becomes part of the record on the chamber wall.
Every fierce thing has a weakness, and the mistress of the house guarded hers well — small, sharp-toothed, and quicker to bite or stab than to forgive. Then, one day, someone slid a wedge of good cheese across the table instead of running for the door.
The teeth stopped. The eyes softened. A treaty was struck in that moment that no one has quite dared to put in writing since: the little dragoness can be reasoned with, so long as the offering is dairy and the portion is generous. It has saved more fingers than the doctor ever could.
Approaching the owner, and fond of your fingers? Come bearing cheese — the finer and more generous, the better. A worthy tribute may buy you safe passage, a small favor, or the rarest prize of all: permission to briefly pat the dragon. No sudden moves.
Found a variety she can’t resist, or survived a daring bit of cheese diplomacy? Add it to the legend. Every successful bribe — and every finger nearly lost — becomes part of the house’s most important unofficial rule.
Each of these began as something we simply laughed about, then made real together. Have a running gag of your own that ought to be a hook? Bring it up in our Discord or in either venue, and it gets a chapter of its own.
✿ Every thread is in-character and opt-in — ask first, play kind. ✿
The rule: every partner keeps a SFW public space, with anything mature behind its own doors. The seal: each card carries its house’s rating, so you always know which door you are opening. The list: living — new friendships are announced first in our Discord.
A luxury lounge for soft, unhurried evenings — good talk with a friend, a love, or someone newly met.
A sultry, flower-laden lounge of crafted drinks and live jazz, kept by its Rose Petal Cakes.
Behind serene shoji doors, a Far-Eastern blend of elegance, lantern light, and quiet intrigue.
A cabaret, café, and high-class lounge in one — hosts who never let a guest go unnoticed.
Thrill and good company in one ring, with the easygoing Twin Otters for a breather between bouts.
A beachside Shirogane speakeasy — the last stop before the raid, or the last drink before dawn.
An RP community built on trades, crafts, and the arts, with outposts across many worlds.
Run a venue that shares our care for warmth and discretion? We are always glad of good company. Reach our Director, Saya Sonohara, in either venue — or on our Discord — to begin the conversation.
Both houses of the Florette leave the candlelight and the reading-lamp behind for one bright afternoon on the sand. At the Amethyst Shallows — the violet-watered cove of the Lavender Beds — the Solarium and the Athenaeum set up side by side: a Fleur to share a parasol with, a book to borrow with your toes in the water, a bar and café run out onto the shore, live music down the beach, and games in the shallows until the tide turns. Open to all who wander in from the coast road.
Weave shore-flowers and ribbon into a crown to wear for the afternoon — blooms and helping hands both provided.
A marked shell is hidden along the tideline; find it and the bar owes you a pour of your choosing.
Peer into a still pool and hear what the water makes of your summer. Taken in fun, as ever.
The music turns to the water as the light goes gold — requests welcome between pieces.
Write a line to a stranger, cork it, and take one left by someone else. Nothing signed, nothing kept.
Our artists set up on the sand with “your character here” pieces — commission a keepsake of the day to take home.
Once a year the garden throws every door wide and the whole Florette becomes a court of colour. Beneath falling wisteria the two houses share one floor: the Solarium’s music and dancing at the centre, the Athenaeum’s quiet corners at the edges, and every flower — staff and guest alike — in their truest colours. It is our Pride: a celebration of who you are, held gently and loudly at once. Come crowned, come as you are; there is a place at this court kept for you.
A paper crown for anyone who wants one — wear it proudly, pass it on, or keep it for the night.
Draw a ribbon, find the guest wearing its match, and share a dance or a story. Strangers become friends.
Name the song that means something to you; the floor is yours while it plays.
Pin a name, a pronoun, a small truth — read the wall, and know you are among your own.
The last warm evening before winter. As autumn closes over the Lavender Beds the Florette sets lotus lanterns afloat on the garden water and lights the hearth high behind them — one for stillness, one for warmth. The Athenaeum lays a long table for gratitude, where every guest is asked for one thing they are thankful for and nothing more; the Solarium keeps the fire, the music, and the mulled cups going until the lanterns burn low. It is a soft, unhurried night made for coming in from the cold with someone. Open to all, in character or out.
Fold a paper lotus, tuck a hope inside, and set it on the water at dusk. Watch which way the current takes it.
One thing you are thankful for, said aloud at the long table. Nothing more is asked, and nothing less.
Hear what the winter ahead holds, read gently in the way the fire settles. Taken in fun, as ever.
Slow pieces by the hearth, taken by request — name the song that feels like coming home.