~MASQUERADE BALL~

[resonantblue]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The Lobby
When: Day 168, evening

[Good evening, everyone—the lobby has been transformed into a ballroom as foretold by the totally mysterious masquerade invitations going around yesterday!

The lobby has been vacated of most of the furniture, making way for a large dance floor. The walls are decorated with heavy cloth that has been hung and tied to resemble curtains; on the highest point of the back wall is a large, fake clock face with its hands frozen at the midnight hour.

A low fog clings to the dance floor and the color-changing cube lights from FiN's dorm have been set around to cast a slow-but-steady cycle of colors, giving the dance floor an interesting effect and bringing subtle color to the white cloths of the tables off to the side.

Among said tables, along the back wall, is a long buffet table consisting of a wide assortment of food and drinks—punch bowl, appetizers, meals, desserts; fish, red, vegetarian, YOU NAME IT AND IT'S PROBABLY HERE!

In one corner of the ballroom is a "photo booth"—an especially curtained/clocked corner done up for the sake of catching a Very Themed photo with the polaroid camera that's set-up. Thanks for the inspiration, maid cafe.

And in the opposite corner of the ballroom is a small tiered table—the top tier consists of a large cloched cake, and the main tier holds an assortment of wrapped gifts. If you want to drop off your own, there's room! More noticeably is a large, gold statue of a cute winged sheep sitting right by this set-up on the floor. Wowee!

Last, but not least, fancy instrumental music to set the mood for a dance in this masquerade is playing in the background.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Wearing this. Thanks for the trade, Shrike]

Now now, you simply can't wallflower like that. That'd be a tragedy.

[softlyfalling]

It gets kind of noisy in a crowd, it's, uh—easier to talk to people one-on-one.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that what that outfit is for? Talking?

[softlyfalling]

[ deadpan ]

I can't possibly fathom what else you'd be suggesting.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Silence didn't put together a dance floor for it to go unused.

[softlyfalling]

I'm not a particularly good dancer, but I'm sure I'll make it out there for a bit.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Somehow I doubt that first bit.

But I guess we'll find out soon enough.

[softlyfalling]

It's no false modesty. Cobalt had to teach me, last time; I don't think it was part of my upbringing.

You're very invested.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Something something seize the opportunity. Is there something wrong with me wanting to test the limits of my employees?

[softlyfalling]

Sorry，are you—

...are you asking me to dance?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you agreeing to it?

[Look.

There are only so many people in the world his height, you know.

All his SO's are at least a foot shorter than him. This will be a novel experience]

[softlyfalling]

[ that's a mood, signed this woman who only keeps being into people significantly shorter— ]

Well, I'd—

...I'd be happy to.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Blink and you might miss it actual grin instead of a smirk.

And then offers his arm then for her to take]

[softlyfalling]

[ she takes his arm and follows him to the dance floor. ]

Is Silence happy with how this all turned out?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[With a completely straight face:]

Hard to tell.

She's been running around asking about fantasies and S&M.

[softlyfalling]

[ also straight-faced ]

Is she sure she doesn't have any interest in the new amenity of her own?