party post } { fool and king, ghoul and ghost

[mayoralty]

On the evening of the twenty-ninth, the ballroom on the main deck of the boat is decked out in lavish black and gold, thanks to Carol and Sophie, and the assistance of the very strong men they enlisted to help (thank you, boys). It's been a while since Carol has thrown a full out ball, and she liked the chance to stretch her event planning limbs again, even if those attending are mostly the ghost robots in their cater waiter wear.

A soft music is playing over the guests as they enter. As they pass through the threshold, there's a table with simple masks for them to choose from, in case they've forgotten their's. Once they pass through the main archway, they'll find their way to the large dance space where the ghost robot band is sitting, because live music is so much better than a recording, and they actually don't sound half-bad, all things considered. They also take requests, so feel free to tell them that song where you always wondered what it would sound like with a full orchestral backing. There's a large, expansive dance floor in the middle, and you're welcome to get out there and shake your groove thing whenever you see fit.

Tables with food line the far left wall of the room, as well as clusters of tables for the guests to sit when they so choose. There's also an open bar nestled into the far corner, for all your alcoholic needs. There are also plenty of dark corners to slip into, if you don't want anyone to see what you're doing, however the narration suggests watching those dark corners carefully. Rabbit holes lurk in pretty much every shadowed area of the ballroom and while they won't always drop you into a strange location of your choosing, there's a high chance they will. There's probably a high turnover of people arriving back in the ballroom, looking like they've gone five rounds with a bull.

Probably because they have.

The boat seem to want to promote this event as much as possible. While not everyone loves a good ball, some non-attenders may suddenly find themselves in attendance, completely dressed and no idea of how they got there. Trying to leave? Might not go so well either. For some, socializing isn't so much a choice as a punishment, but there are probably plenty of people to help you have a good time.

Or you could go on a trip to Narnia. One never really knows.

[OKAY BALL IS GO sorry I was late getting this up. Rabbit Holes are to be used at your discretion, but if you need suggestions or want me to randomize something for you, just shoot me a PM/private plurk/ping me (iluvroadrunner6) and I will give you a scenario. Otherwise, mix, mingle and have fun with all the pretty formal wear. o7 Actionspam/prose/whatever floats your boat for this, it was easier to just write up the top part in prose.]

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carol lockwood }

[mayoralty]

If you're looking for the host of this event, you'll have to find somewhere to catch her before she moves on to her next group to socialize with. Carol is usually in her element in a party, being the social butterfly she was raised to be, and this is especially evident at a party she's thrown. Those from Mystic Falls will notice that this event isn't all that different from those, rabbit holes aside, but even then, it's probably pretty normal.

It wouldn't be a Mystic Falls party without a little life-threatening drama after all.

The one thing that is slightly different from a Mystic Falls party, however, (and probably not something that most of them would comment on) is that Carol doesn't spend the entirety of the evening with a drink in her hand. There's a glass of champagne here and there, but for the most part her drink choices are non-alcoholic. This isn't to say she wouldn't turn one down, but she's trying not to be the lush of the party.

Sometimes fresh starts can be a good thing. Even if your fresh starts are on a cruise to nowhere.

Still, feel free to catch her attention as you see fit. She'd be more than happy to talk to you.

[crescents]

"Am I allowed to declare it a hit already or is that jumping the gun?"

Sophie asks this teasingly as she sidles up to Carol Lockwood's side. Just as she had suspected, the woman has impeccable taste and she did not disappoint. It's almost everything she would expect a masquerade to be like - well, if you ignore a lot of the ghosts and holograms, which Sophie kind of doesn't.

It adds a bit of character to the whole thing, if you ask her. No one can say they've ever been to a party exactly like this one.

Tyler Lockwood }

[lockwood]

Tyler's never been one for big parties, really. But he's used to going to them, because Mystic Falls had a party every other week it felt like sometimes. And his mother was the one throwing them, like she used to be the one throwing them in Mystic Falls. And he thought he'd never get to go to another one of her parties ever again.

He tries not to focus on that but it nags at the back of his head sometimes, whatever time he has here with her is temporary. Eventually he'll go back home and he'll be alone again.

But for tonight he'll be kind of lingering around on the sidelines, nursing a drink in a nice suit. He's just glad things seem to be going without too many hitches, that's what's most important. He's not going to be going out of his way to dance or anything but if you talk to him you might be able to convince him.

[aleksandar]

This is an Alek Hale that has never met Tyler Lockwood.

It is still an Alek Hale that's a werewolf, lived in Chicago most of his whole life, and boasts of an impressive appetite, though. It is also an Alek that wouldn't be caught dead in one of these things, but the boat had other plans - going so far as to dress him up for the occasion, as though there had been anything wrong with what he was wearing.

(There was, Alek. There was.)

He's standing not too far from where Tyler is, piling food onto his plate until it's all but stacked. The man has got priorities. Now all he needs is a drink, but he's eyeing the ghost caterers skeptically. "Did they serve your drink, too?" he asks Tyler, if only because he's the only one currently around.

[vampireboulevard]

Caroline Forbes is never one to turn down a party. She's especially never one to turn down a Carol Lockwood party in particular, so when she makes her entrance to the masquerade that night, it's like coming home, in a strange sort of way. She pauses taking a moment to scan the room and take stock of things, see who's already there and who she needs to go find later.

When her eyes fall on Tyler, she hesitates for a moment. She, Elena and Bonnie quickly established that timeline shenanigans were afoot, so she's not really sure when Tyler is from, but ignoring him would be rude, and if she's lucky, maybe he's from a point where they're friends.

(She doesn't really consider herself lucky, most days, but she figures there's bound to be a time where it works out for her.

Now is probably not one of those times.)

She takes a few steps towards him all the same, stopping with a bit of a buffer zone between them before she speaks. "Hey."

John Young }

[darkplace]

[john young is here even though going to a ball would not be something he'd think to do ordinarily. he is so used to surviving and only surviving that he never thinks to do anything else. the ship is different. john isn't being hunted by ultra here. as far as he knows, there is no ultra on the ship, and part of him wonders if something is going to happen there (the last party he went to, it ended up going to hell pretty quickly), and he thinks about the people that he's met and how he wouldn't want anything to happen like at that last party, which is why he was going to show up on his own (maybe not in a suit but y'know something nicer than his patented lucky jacket) when the ship takes matters into its own 'hands'.

he is in a suit that the ship threw him in. he cleans up very nicely like damn boi. john walks through the crowd of people, socializing a little, keeping an eye on things as much as he can. it's always hard for him to relax completely even when he looks as casual as can be.

at one point, he floats a nonalcholic drink over into his hand (never again alcohol!!!!!) because he can, and he knows he doesn't have to hide his powers here and he's going to take advantage of that.]

[peacecraft]

You clean up well.

[ flute of sparkling cider in hand, relena falls into place at john's right, watching as some of the dancers twirl about on the floor. ]

Don't worry. [ she says with a smile, wiggling the flute a little (but not enough to spill any of its contents). ] It's non-alcoholic.

i keep my promises :')

[resuming]

Playing hooky? [ yeah, elena noticed you floating that drink over, john.

there's a smile as she says it, since she's aware his powers are not something he would otherwise use so freely - not when he is persecuted because of them back in his home world. it's refreshing, to see him something close to relaxed. her experience with balls are not the best, and neither is her track record with parties in general, but one can hope nothing too terrible will happen.

right? ]

[bowery]

[ Hi, John.

You're pretty. Selin likes pretty things that clean up very nicely, such as yourself. It's why she will mosey her way on over to him, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches him on motion for a moment. He's got an interesting story - several, perhaps - rattling around inside of him. She can tell. ]

That's a nifty little trick you've got there.

[phased]

[ there is one thing most hales have in common - ethan, you weirdo - and that one thing is a voracious appetite. that's probably why it's not too surprising to find connor where the food is, only minutes after alek found himself there. his plate is filled to the brim with goodies, and he does not look too worried about the fact it may be too much for any one person. it's just right for him.

never mind that he didn't trust the food in this place when he first showed up here. and can anyone really blame him, with the way it just appears out of thin air? but apparently, he got over that quickly.

his mouth is also full, or he would be introducing himself right about now, john.

connor does have manners. ]

[zorro]

[ mamoru saw that, john. and it's piqued his interest enough to lure him out of the corner he's been standing in to inquire about that little show he just saw. ]

That's quite the trick.

Danny and James Wilder } pick either or both!

[fissures]

[ the wilder men are essentially here because their little sister (she is all of twenty and would protest being called 'little' but the narration digresses) has all but dragged them to the event, and they have a hard time saying no to her. it's precisely why they helped with what heavy lifting was needed on the days leading up to this one, and it's why they're using the suits that she picked out just for them. they haven't put on their masks yet, so feast on that.

most of all, it's why they are ... here at all, when socializing is not exactly james or danny's forte.

so you will likely spot them in some corner, either separately or together. two very tall men dressed in impeccable suits. looking a little bit unsure about life. ]

jaaaaames duh.

[crescents]

[ sophie is so proud.

so, so proud. and also a little bit nervous. she'd thought the masquerade ball would be a fantastic idea - that is, until she found out johnny was in the boat, too. now she's trying to figure out how to best do damage control before anything's even happened. and maybe it won't! maybe she'll get lucky. but for now, she's weirdly enough hoping her brothers will go early. ]

Having fun? [ don't mind sophie, james, she's just going to fix your tie a little and fuss over your suit, nbd. ]

booooooooth

[all_thecavalry]

[Lois hadn't picked something quite that fancy to wear when she decided to attend the ball, just for the sake of attending the ball, but the boat had other things in mind, and when she crosses the threshold it's like her fairy godmother waved her magic wand and poof! Cinderlois went from drab to sleek fairy tale princess in a matter of seconds. She'd be annoyed but then she realized she'd be more annoyed if it was layers and layers of material that she'd kill herself tripping over, so she decided to count her blessings.

Let's just hope this doesn't end at midnight. Never mind the fact that she's practically a pro at running in heels. She does not intend to lose her shoes.

She grabs herself a drink first, scanning the room for familiar faces (or at least when she can perceive of them) when she spots a familiar set of shoulders, talking with another man who is equally pretty, and she decides that that's a party she needs to invite herself to. As she does most things.

She strides her way over to James, flashing him a grin as she gets there.]

I should not be surprised you clean up well.

[Friendly, teasing, possibly flirty, but considering the last time they saw each other he was sweaty and shirtless, she feels it's worth saying. Then she turns to Danny with a wide smile, holding out a hand to introduce herself.]

Lois Lane.

Elena Gilbert }

[resuming]

[ elena always finds something to smile about even when life doesn't necessarily give you reasons to; it's around that time you start to make your own reasons. in this case, it's something as simple as seeing tyler reunited with his mom, and having mrs. lockwood host an event similar to those they'd have back home. it's as close to mystic falls as elena is going to get nowadays. it's why she didn't need too much prodding to show up, and it's also why she'll mingle, dance, and find it in her to have a good time where she otherwise might've skipped it.

of course, that doesn't stop her from slipping away from the crowd at some point to get some fresh air outside near the water, but overall, she'll be a good sport, and you can find her during her break or anywhere else throughout the evening.

... but first, she's going to be by the table with the masks, trying to pick one out. decisions are hard. ]

/POUNCES

[powertostand]

[bonnie would not ordinarily wear a dress like this one, but the ship had other matters in mind. she makes a face as she stares down at herself, and okay, she looks really good in it, but still. a ship shouldn't be allowed to dress you up like a doll.

when she sees elena, she makes a direct line over to her walking with a smile on her face as she sees elena stand over the table with the masks on it. it's been a little while since she's been on the ship, and it is very good to see her best friend again, okay? ...even if she just saw her back home, but this version of her best friend because she worries and loves every single elena gilbert in existence, okay?]

Elena! You look... seriously amazing! Did you pick out that dress, because A+. Very good choice. [bonnie's smile brightens as she stares at her, and she really does look all grown up in that dress. it is hard to remember what it was like when they were tinies and could only imagine wearing such fancy ball gowns and dresses.] What a time to walk through that door again and right... into the middle of a ball.

angel }

[convents]

Angel's there in a suit and tie he didn't pick out for himself, having arrived not entirely of his own accord. It was presented to him when Cordelia informed him he was going with her and took Connor from his arms, ushering him into the bathroom to change. She was already decked out to the nines, giving him little room to take her image in before the bathroom door was slammed in his face. When he emerged, she had his son dressed up in a little suit, draping a towel over his shoulder before handing Connor back over, muttering something about spit up stains and returns. (He refrained from reminding her that there was no point in spoiled returns when everything was free.)

The last time he was at one of these things, it was in Sunnydale at Buffy's prom. The last function that school saw before graduation and its inevitable destruction. Good riddance.

"One day you'll be going to your prom," he told the toddler as he bounced him in the careful crook of his arm. "Hopefully at a high school that's not sitting on the mouth of hell."

Connor squealed at him, the music not bothering him as much as Angel feared it would, and reached for his father's mask. It was tied loosely and slid easily off his face. One end of it went into Connor's mouth, rendering it a lost cause. Which was okay, because the vampire wasn't too thrilled about wearing it in the first place.

Re: angel }

[visiongirl]

Cordelia barely went to her own prom -- her parents had lost all their money and no matter how she worked she still couldn't afford that dress. Luckily, Xander had come to her rescue and bought it for her. Not that that makes up for cheating on her or her getting skewered in the aftermath but at least that story ended on a better note than it could have. As it was, she and dances didn't always go so well. There was the time she was kidnapped by Marnie the invisible girl (okay, so she gets she deserved that one in retrospect) and she'll never quite forget Slayerfest 99 (and after all that neither she nor Buffy won Homecoming queen, that's the real tragedy here) but she figures hey the ship isn't on a hellmouth so what's the worst that could happen?

Besides, she's not even going to have to return this outfit. Being on a ship where everything is free is kind of awesome. She wears her hair in loose curls to complete the look.

But she's also not going alone -- which is why she dragged Angel with her. Besides, it's good for him to get out and actually mingle with people during the hours the sun is away. And they don't have Lorne or Fred or anyone they trust enough to watch Connor here so of course the baby comes with them. That's totally normal, right?

Cordelia laughs a little as she watches Connor chew on his father's mask. "Guess he didn't think that was the best look on you, huh?"

Jessica Hamby }

[cheeto]

Jessica has never been to something this fancy before. When she was human she was homeschooled and her daddy never let her go to things like dances -- let alone anything like prom. The nicest thing she had ever been to was Arlene's wedding. Well, when she admitted as much to Sookie her friend had insisted on getting outfits for the two of them and going.

Who was she to argue with that?

Besides, this way she can keep an eye on any vampires (she's pretty sure there's gotta be other ones on the ship) who might get any smart ideas about Sookie's blood.

For now though she's filtering through the crowds with a broad, elated smile on her face. She made sure to eat earlier so she doesn't get hit with the need to feed during the party.

[im_apimp]

And what she gets is a Alec McDowell, dumped right into her lap.

Not literally, but with the way he lands in a heap at her feet, close enough.

Alec has gone from the middle of the woods, to outer space, to a bunker underground, and he's been hoping for home. Every time he wakes up somewhere and isn't entirely sure how he got there he hopes that it'll be familiar surroundings. He looks for the dirt and grime of Seattle. He hopes for the familiar smells of home. But above all else, he hopes that they don't mess with his clothes.

It doesn't really work this time.

As he straightens he notes the formal wear, trying to suppress the groan at the sight, even though it is a step up from being naked. His eyes then follow the dark blue lines of the dress up to the masked face, and even though by sight he wouldn't be able to recognize her, he'd know her scent anywhere. And that alone makes him smile.

"Hey, red," he grins, all familiarity and easy going charm. If she doesn't recognize him, at least he could pass it off as more flirty than creepily automatically knowing her name. "Nice dress."

sookie stackhouse }

[waitress]

[ sookie's attendance is a bit of a reckless decision on her part, but since when did either of the stackhouse siblings show restraint when it came to playing things cautiously when there was good reason to throw that caution to the wind? this time, it was her pseudo ward of a baby vampire having never been to one of these before and sookie's insistence that they go. they might never get the chance to do so again, and after what they went through down in the depths of the vampire authority, they deserved to have some fun for a change. fun without danger or threats to their lives — though sookie being here in and of itself could be just that, should any vampires decide to take a good whiff of the air and catch the tantalizing scent of faerie in the air.

she knew how irresistible her blood was and how good she smelled to them, but she didn't care. honestly, she was tired of being vampire bait and prize. she almost did away with the parts of her that were fae, but thought better of it before it was too late. this was who she was. she was fae, she could hear thoughts and shoot light from her hands, she could do magic when needed, and pop open portals as easy as a tab on a can of soda. and she was tired of being afraid of that, of letting what she was dictate what her choices were.

fuck whatever was left of bill compton and fuck being fae, she was going to enjoy this goddamn party if it tried to kill her or not. ]

Mind handing me one of those glasses? [ hello stranger, sookie will just be pointing to one of the plastic cups to your left. she's aiming for punch at the moment, but give her a bit and she'll start hitting the booze. ]

[enfolded]

[johnny is not actually here to cause trouble. well, that is not completely true. he isn't here to cause trouble for the average ball attendee, but he is following around his ex-girlfriend like the lost vampire puppy that he is despite the fact that her brothers would kill him without a second thought if they knew just a hint of what his relationship with sophie has been like. it's complicated, but that is the reason he is here.

he is a much, much younger vampire than most of the other vampires on this ship, and he has never smelled anything like the scent coming off of the blond woman on the other side of the table. it's irresistible, and it is in the air all around like nothing he's ever--

johnny swallows.

it takes him a moment to realize she is asking him a question, and he reaches for one of those plastic cups that she asks for, keeping it in his hand because he can't really get the scent out of his hand.]

What's your poison?

[what a nice vampire, he'll even fill up her drink for her... and try not to stare but there's just-- something really, really irresistible about that scent.]

Rebekah Mikaelson }

[easily]

Rebekah is never one to miss a good party. Okay, so the last ball she went to badly what with the turning into a cat in the middle of it but she is trying to be optimistic that this one will be more drama free. After all, the prom went well enough. Sure, Chicago imploded upon itself shortly after that but details.

Either way she drags Stefan with her as that's his job as the boyfriend. Of course it's not like she holds him on a leash or anything -- various times within the evening she can be found on her own, mingling and sipping a glass of champagne.

She loves to dance, you should ask her to.

[somanyadjectives]

Don't worry, he won't make her wait.

Stefan's been to his fair share of masquerades over the years, given how frequently they happen in Mystic Falls, but considering how the last one he went to had gone, he figures things can only go up from there. Besides, at least this time they aren't going with a plan to assassinate someone.

He makes his way back to her at one point when she's alone, taking her hand as he walks past and giving her a bit of a spin as he leads her back towards the dance floor. No begging, no dragging - he knows she's going to get her way one way or another. He's not even going to bother to fight it.

Once they're there, he pulls her in close, his free hand coming to rest against the small of her back as he does. "Having a good time?"

cora hale }

[impetere]

Cora is looking very beautiful, thank you Mary Jane Watson, but very uncomfortable. This isn't really a position she's used to being in, or has had the opportunity to be in, and as a result she doesn't really know how to handle this.

As a result she's taken to hanging out in the area by the food, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. Every so often her hand wanders up to play with the strap of her dress, or with the way her hair sits against the back of her neck and then drops immediately once she realizes what she's doing. She feels ridiculous and out of place, but there's not really much she can do about that.

Basically, you should distract her. It'd probably be the only way to get her to relax.

Alternatively, you can get her drunk, but that might take some doing unless you're someone she trusts.

[chaney]

In contrast, her brother is wearing something a little more on the casual side. They're lucky he came dressed close to formal as it is, but there was no way in hell he was putting on a tux, let alone a bow tie. Him wearing anything of the sort started and ended with his senior prom. He was here because Claudia insisted that he come (and he was getting weirdly accustomed to her presence), but wearing a tux — or a mask — was never part of his promise to show up.

"What happened to you?"

You look like Lydia Martin, Cora.

powder room } all the single (and not single) ladies put your hands up?

[crescents]

[ the powder room for the ladies is a lavish sight, with elegant stalls and ornate marble sinks, and circular couches throughout the room for what sophie imagines is gossip time. she is currently in the process of re-touching her makeup, applying lip gloss with the kind of precision that lets you know she's done it plenty of times before.

it occurs to her that outside of her brothers and johnny, she doesn't actually know many of the people onboard. she's someone that strives to make friends easily, which is why, when she sees a cluster of them all gathered in the room with a similar purpose, looks off to the left and says to the girl standing next to her: ]

I love your dress. [ which she does, or she wouldn't say it. ]

[odangos]

[Usagi mostly likes her dress because it makes her look like a princess. Which, technically, she was. Details. She smiles as she looks away from the mirror where she had been tidying up her buns and pigtails.]

Thank you! [All cheery and bright smiles. She hasn't made very many friends here yet, but she'd like to.]

Yours is really beautiful. [She looks like a sophisticated adult. *_*]

Usagi Tsukino }

[odangos]

[Usagi feels like a princess all dressed up like this. Okay, so technically she is a princess but that's more of a Serenity thing and she tries not to think about that too much. How many events like this she must of went to back during the Silver Millennium. It was a different life.

One that isn't and is hers all the same.

But in the meantime she's rather excited for the party. She rarely gets to go to things this fancy and grown up. She can be seen all over the place -- eating as much food as she can, drinking what she's pretty sure is punch and occasionally out on the dance floor with her boyfriend as well.

She hasn't made a lot of friends here yet but maybe something like this is just the thing she needs to change that.]

[zorro]

[ out on the dance floor, it's as if they've stepped back in time a couple thousand years; back when the earth was as it was before it was forced to start all over again. there are denizens of the silver millennium twirling around them in place of their fellow ship-dwellers as they dance a complicated waltz like it's the easiest thing in the world. they go from slightly out of place teenagers to master dancers at the drop of a hat, muscle memory from lives previously lived taking over and guiding their steps.

mamoru lips hover near her ear as he asks: ] Where's Luna?

claudia blake }

[stuckinastorm]

Claudia is moving about the ball like she knows how this all works, probably because she thinks she does. There used to be things like this in Chicago all the time, everyone bringing (or trying to bring) the supernatural community together and she knows better than anyone that it's usually a great time to touch base with a lot of people. So touching base is what she's doing.

She spends a good amount of time tonight bugging the orchestra to see just what is the range of songs they can play. From Bad Romance to Thrift Shop to Wonderwall and possibly even a little Bohemian Rhapsody, Carol Lockwood probably wants to kill her by the end of the evening, but she doesn't really care. She's the one who said she could make requests and she makes sure she dances to every single one of them. Occasionally, she even tries to make Derek dance too.

That's really the main reason why she's here. Derek. She is here to get him out of his comfort zone and talking to people and while she knows if left to his own devices he would probably hide in the corner with his sister for most of the evening, she knows the most important thing about falling through rifts - sometimes whether or not you survive comes down to how much you trust the people you're with. Knowing a lot of people may seem superfluous at times, but it saves you from wasting time after getting tossed through a rabbit hole with introductions, confusion and trying to figure out whether or not a person can be trustworthy - you either know or you don't. The other rule is always be prepared - she has a knife strapped to her thigh for a reason.

If you don't want to catch her hassling the band or shaking her groove thing on the dance floor, you can probably find her by the bar, having a drink, or snacking on some of the food lining the walls. So feel free to talk to her or have her come up to you. She promises she doesn't bite.

That would be her ward.

[chaney]

All Claudia's attempts at testing the orchestra's limits accomplishes is eliciting a series of faces from her ward; faces that range from the confused to the appalled and downright disapproving. (Thrift Shop, really?) When he finally approaches her, he does so only after stopping by the conductor himself and requesting something a little more their style: Vivaldi's The Four Season. All four concertos.

Derek pops up next to her at the bar, waving off the bartender when he tries to take his order.

"You've been busy."

prince zuko }

[banishment]

[ it's not late when you never planned on attending, which is why zuko looks so out of place. his hair is unruly and the clothing he's acquired from what's available in the ship's shops looks a touch too big on him, but he got them baggy on purpose. he's used to wearing much looser clothing and what the majority of the ship's population dubs fashion doesn't at all match his own personally definition of the word. their formal wear isn't much better.

he doesn't have a mask on, but he does have a glaring scar across one side of his face, sweeping across one golden eye and disappearing into his hair. that lack of a mask and lack of proper attire is thanks to the rabbit hole he strolled too close on the fringes of the party.

zuko huffs irritably. it's a miracle he didn't huff flames. ] Didn't realize attendance was mandatory.

[dynameis]

This ship seems not to have learned its manners.

[ diana actually chose to come herself. the mystery of this place being enough to keep her from flying away shortly after setting foot through that door.

and while she doesn't exactly relish in large parties, she can deny the opportunity to get to know her fellow alices in this wonderland. she smiles apologetically down at zuko (her tall frame being her basis for choosing more sensible footwear). ]

And, lest I forget mine, I'm Diana. I'm sorry for eavesdropping -- you looked a little put off.

faith lehane }

[slutbomb]

Excuse the frizzy-haired young woman who seems to make herself very comfortable at that food queue. Sure, she's wearing a jumpsuit and maybe those slivery bracelets are actually handcuffs, but she's nearly grinning and clearly can't be bothered.

Faith had snatched a plain black mask to cover her eyes before making a beeline to start filling up a plate. Please ignore the way her stomach grumbles, considering she hasn't had real food in about a year, now. Sure this is all slightly more fancy than she prefers, but that saying about beggars is kind of true. It takes awhile for her to fully take in the state of guss around her but if it makes her anxious she does quite a lot to hide it.

"Sorry, guess I didn't get the memo." The words come out awkward, mostly because she's trying to figure out if this is a dream (how the hell does her brain know what a cruise ship looks like if she's never been on one?) or some sort of occult plot to take her out finally (she's loathe to find out what kind of big bad set all this up).

gets on ipad to tag while laptop suffers windows updates

[convents]

That plain black mask is the one Angel had pinned to his face before Connor had made it his personal teething ring, then tossed it out onto the dancefloor in a fit when his father tried to put him down in the stroller. He'd lost track of it, having not cared enough to go searching through the dancers to find where it landed and is surprised to see it on Faith's face.

"Didn't get the breakout memo, either. I thought weren't going to go the cheating route with this one."

It was true; Faith could very easily get herself out of prison if she wanted to. If Angel were from a few years down the line, he'd know just how easily when it took her a handful of minutes to bust out of there with Wesley in tow. But for now, he's baffled.