~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

[forgottenmercy]

[dressed like this, and peers up at him thoughtfully.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Squints and leans forward for a second to determine if he's talking to Lucifel or Maiden under all that pink.

...

Maiden.

He straightens up with a half bow.]

Would you like a lift, dear Maiden?

[forgottenmercy]

[gasp, color for once and not white.]

...ah, maybe...?

[delicately half-hums a few notes at Blue Eyes]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Blue Eyes extends a wing in his direction if he would like to climb up]

[forgottenmercy]

[delicately pets her wing, before climbing up. very carefully in the layers of elaborate kimono.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Intensity scoots over so he can situation himself right next to Blue Eyes's neck. Prime spot. You can thank him later]

That color looks good on you.

[forgottenmercy]

Ah, thank you. A bit more, ah, vibrant than I usually wear.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is this going to be a reoccurring theme?

[forgottenmercy]

The, ah, color, or the motif?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Either/or. You wouldn't have chosen that if you didn't like it, correct?

[forgottenmercy]

That is, ah, true.

The, ah, motif, at least.