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.]

Comments

[mushball]

Uhhhhhh.

That sure is a woman in a prison jumpsuit with handcuffs on her wrists. Not that Anne is dressed up for the occasion, either. She's only been here a day or two and continues to process the existence of this in-between worlds thing. Still, she can't help but stare at Faith a little bit. Okay, more than a little bit. She's staring a lot until Faith herself speaks.

"Oh! I didn't get the memo, either." Probably an obvious thing to say, what with Anne wearing her wear-and-tear overalls and old Chucks. "I mean. I don't even go to these things in general, I can't wear heels. I mean I can, there's technically nothing wrong with my feet, I just can't walk properly in them so it's like a comedy of errors whenever I try. No one wants to see me in heels. I'm sorry, once I start talking I have trouble stopping."

Why did you go to prison? Did you kill someone? Please don't kill her.

[slutbomb]

Whoa boy. That is the face of someone desperately unaware of anything beyond her perfectly brushed hair (does she count to 100?) or how condoms work.

So the ramble-lanche is totally obviously because what this girl knows of jail is maybe shivs and cigarettes. Faith gets the feeling it needs to stay that way.

"No worries, I just, uh..." So, what's a normal vanilla teenage girl gonna be able to connect with? "...Thought it was a costume party, what with the masks?" Yeah no that totally comes out smooth, nary a hitch nor stutter. Just hopefully this girl won't mind that Faith's mouth is still half-stuffed and the consonants? A little soft. 'Masks' might have come out a little more like mafkf than anything intelligible.

Her hand comes loose from the cuffs and if Anne hears the distinct pop of metal being forced apart, Faith hardly seems to notice. No magician trickery here, Faith's just going ahead and brute-forcing her right hand out of its metal confine.

For good measure, Faith offers the now-free appendage up for a shake, accompanied by a wry grin. No wolf here, tiny wide-eyed sheep. All's quiet on the western front, or ... something.