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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[resuming]

[ his answer initially makes her chest ache more than it has any right to. it's not as though he isn't right. it's real but it's not. his place is with his family, fighting a shadow war, and her place now is in teleios. being here really doesn't change that. she won't even remember any of this once the door opens and then closes behind her.

elena's gaze lowers down to the water again, for a moment.

suddenly it feels silly, having asked him out here in the first place, but she is very deliberately not accessing any of these thoughts. she knows he wouldn't read her mind without permission, but there's always bits and pieces on the surface she knows he catches without meaning to. ]

No, it's not. [ she allows that, because it's true, and somehow she manages a genuine smile in his direction. (she'll miss them all when she goes.) ] But I'm glad we're all here anyway, for however long we are. [ a comfortable silence follows before she tips her head back to the masquerade's direction. ] We should head back in before people start wondering where we are.

[ where she is. she gives his hand a light squeeze before she lets it go, picking up the skirts of her dress and waiting until they head back inside, the din of noise and music and laughter growing louder with every step she takes. there's still time. ]