~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 as he watches her from farther down the table.]

Do you need utensils?

[purrrnicious]

[Her ears perk at his voice before she turns to look at him.]

Pff, nah, what do you take me for? Everyone knows I don't have proper manners.





[Though she pretty much flows down from the table and over to him, because. You know. She's got a target to hunt and she doesn't care if he knows it.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh?

[When she gets an arm's length away, he unsheathes his glowstick-sword and points it at her throat.]

Maybe I can teach you some.

[purrrnicious]

[Not particularly threatened by the glow sword. Or it could be that she doesn't believe for a moment Intensity would hurt her, either or.]

Personal attention from the future Lord of Hell? Oooooh, I'm flattered.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Either or.]

You should be. I don't offer this service to just anyone.

[purrrnicious]

[Puts a finger on the tip of the sword to slowly push it away.]

So what's lesson one?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Since it is in fact a toy, it is pushed away easily. Not even sharp. Though it makes an obnoxious light saber whoosh sound as she moves it aside.

He attempts to loom over her, heels giving him a few more ridiculous inches.]

Lesson one.

Never give up the high ground.

[purrrnicious]

. . .




. . .











[Pounces him.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

Even as he stumbles back in his heels, he reaches out to grab one wrist in his metal hand in an attempt to keep her from toppling him]

[purrrnicious]

[She's got absolutely no problem going down with him, so if he's grabbing hold she'll just topple them both, laughing.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[I---

This is his life.

These are his choices.

...

When he hits the floor, he immediately tries to roll over her and stay on top.

HE CAN'T JUST GIVE A LESSON AND FAIL TO UPHOLD IT IMMEDIATELY.]

The dry cleaning bill is going to be atrocious!

[purrrnicious]

[It's okay, he can have that small win, she's busy making sure her tail doesn't get caught up under them after all –– she gives a small, girlish squeak completely at odds with the persona she tries to project as he pins her.]

––Hey. . .!




. . .The dry what now?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Laundry method. Don't worry about it.

[Grinning down at her, one hand planted on each side of her head.]

Unless you hand wash everything, then maybe we should update you on modern amenities.

[purrrnicious]

[Frowns up at him. Does he really think she does any of the chores, though.]

I know what a washing machine is.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He assumes Yvette does all the chores honestly]

You can't throw that suit in just any old washing machine though! You'll ruin it.

[purrrnicious]

Pff, our suits are stupid for a lot of reasons.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh my.

Were you hoping to get the flower crowns instead?

[purrrnicious]

What? Obviously not, flowers belong on the ground, not on your face. I'd just rather have something easier to move in.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Wild City then?

That's almost redundant for you.

[purrrnicious]

[Rolls her eyes.]

Oh please. You wouldn't believe how much of that I got when I first landed here. "Hey, yo, shouldn't you be on Wild City?" like, every other time I met someone new.