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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[impetere]

She glances up to him, trying to read his response to try and determine whether or not that was a good or bad thing. She studies him for a moment, uncertain, before glancing down and giving a bit of a shrug.

"Mary Jane." It's as simple an answer as any. "She saw me looking at the dresses and she ... helped."

Or took over. Took over would also be an appropriate way of stating it.

[chaney]

"Mary Jane." That actually doesn't explain anything, little sis. But at least the she part of that tells him it wasn't drugs that helped you, so there's that. "You wanted to come to this?"

Derek looks over his shoulder, nostrils flaring as he inhales dozens of different scents. Some are human, others not. He recognizes some, others... His gaze lands briefly on the bright orange form of Sookie Stackhouse before he turns back to face his sister.

"Food's not all that great."

[impetere]

There's another awkward shrug. Wanting to wasn't really part of the equation, but it seemed better than being forced there by the boat. Plus, it would have been a waste of all of Mary Jane's hard work if she didn't. But you are not being helpful, Derek. Your lack of a reaction is only making her more nervous, and one hand comes up to play with her hair.

"Watson." She fills in, before turning and pointing to the Lydia Martin lookalike that's probably hanging out somewhere in the crowd with her superhero boyfriend. "Kind of felt like a waste if I didn't." And on some level, your sister is occasionally a girl, Derek. Believe it or not.

She gives a bit of a shrug at the mention of the food, which she hasn't really tried because she's worried she might drop something on the dress which also seems like a waste. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

"Haven't tried it."

[chaney]

Derek does a doubletake, having not expected his gaze to land on Lydia Martin's form when his eyes followed in the direction his sister was pointing. She certainly looked like Lydia, but the scent was all wrong. No banshee in it, no distinct aromas that marked her as Lydia. Just a face that could have her pulling off a missing twins act with Isaac's look-a-like.

Just how many people on this ship looked like people they knew, anyway??

"That's disconcerting." Mary Jane; not you, little sister.

[impetere]

Apparently a lot. Cora makes a face at his assessment for a moment before nodding her agreement. "I ran into someone who looked like Stiles, too. He said he was an angel?" She gives a bit of a shrug. "It's like this is Doppelganger Cruises."

Among other things, but the sea of lookalikes is definitely worrisome.