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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[waitress]

[ there's a white dress and somebody running on a dusty surface of fine, white sand unlike anything she's ever seen before— the thought isn't hers, and it takes her by surprise. sookie hadn't meant to pry, but sometimes people's minds reach out and invade hers without her permission. this is one of those times. she whirls around to face the bun-headed blonde, trying to make sense of whatever the hell that was she just saw. ]

[odangos]

[There's something about the formality of the evening that gives Usagi deja vu, gives her bits and pieces of a past life that she'll never be able to totally feel is her own. Which means she's rather distracted and when Sookie turns she sort of...walks into her. Whoops.]

Sorry

[waitress]

Oh, no. It's totally not your fault.

[ well. it was. sort of. but people couldn't really be faulted for taking a telepath by surprise now, could they? especially a telepath who just looked like a sweet, unsuspecting southern bell. there was a time when she thought hollywood was misrepresenting those with her abilities, but after seeing some of the other faeries in hot wings... now it just seemed like the only part they got wrong as not making them fae in some way. ]

I tend to bump into things when there's not a tray in my hand. Honestly, it's a wonder I haven't had to buy a dozen orders I've dropped on the floor. Get me in a kitchen and I'm like a ballerina up on a stage. Put me out in the real world and Jesus needs to come and take that wheel.

[odangos]

[Usagi's good at walking into people in general, honestly. She can have her head in the clouds, sometimes. But at least this girl doesn't seem bothered by it. She giggles a little at the words, nodding a little.]

My friends always give me a hard time about being a klutz or not watching where I'm going.

[She's been known to walk into traffic, it's a problem.]

[waitress]

[ she sees one of those traffic incidents and grimaces. usagi. honey. ]

I can see how that would be problem. [ whoops. she's doing the mindreading thing again. sorry?? ]

[odangos]

[She totally...doesn't realize Sookie's doing that. So she simply smiles.]

I'm Usagi.

[waitress]

[ usagi? that wasn't the name she kept hearing. ]

Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse from Bon Temps, Louisiana — Earth, if that helps at all. I know some people here aren't exactly of that world.

[ and what she saw within usagi's thoughts didn't really look like the earth. the sand was far too white. whiter than hawaii's grandest beaches. ]

[odangos]

[The hazards of multiple lives: multiple names.]

I am though! I'm from Japan. [And originally, the moon.]

[waitress]

And that would explain why some of what you're thinking wasn't really all that... understandable, being an English-only speaker and all.

[ japanese. no wonder it sounded like she was listing off a bunch of pokémon. (sookie) ]

[odangos]

...You could hear my thoughts? [That's a little strange.]