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party post } { fool and king, ghoul and ghost

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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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.

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.

This is a Tyler who never ended up in Chicago. Instead he stayed in Mystic Falls, became a hybrid, and his life has been on a slow slide downhill ever since.

He hates these things but his mother threw this one and back home his mother is dead so he copes.

And by coping the narration mostly means he drinks a lot of alcohol.

He nods a little at the guy's question.

"Yeah. They did. It seems like it isn't poisoned, if that's the concern."

"Well, yeah. You never know, right? I trust this place about as far as I can throw it."

He'd probably feel that way even if he didn't have a boatload of trust issues. It's creepy and intrusive and it likes to play God with their lives. ... It has also reunited him with his brothers, whom he would not be with otherwise, so that might be why he hasn't had a temper tantrum yet.

Alek never said this place wasn't smart.

"Probably safer that way. Still, this place isn't all bad."

It gave him his mother back. For that much Tyler could never really hate the ship. For the chance to hug her again, attend one of her dumb parties, to watch her smile and be happy. To be something other than dead?

That's always going to be worth being stuck here.

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."

Tyler knows timeline shenanigans have been afoot -- it's the only way his mother could be here and alive. He's not sure what to expect from Caroline. He had just been returning to Mystic Falls when he showed up here -- they had broken up after he decided he needed to go after Klaus.

(He can't imagine she's happy to see him and yet she greets him all the same)

He offers an awkward wave as he takes a long drink from his glass.

"Hey."

She swallows a bit, drumming her fingers against her glass for a moment as she tries to figure out how to do this. Awkward, so probably after they broke up. That, at least, is a good start. "It's really great, you know. About your mom?" That seems like a safe enough question to ask, given that it will tell her about when he is.

Either before or after his mom died. Meaning there were quite a few different levels of awkward.

He tenses a little at the mention of his mother, glancing over at her. He nods slowly. "Yeah, it is." He worries about it constantly, that he'll turn his head and she'll be gone and he'll have to lose her all over again.

He's not sure he could deal with that.

Well, that answers that. Her face softens a bit more in sympathy, before nodding. "She looks good, too. She must really like it here." Or maybe it's just not having the constant threat of vampires hanging over her head. Either way, she seems in her element. It's almost just like being home again.

"She does, I think. I'm glad she can be here." That she gets another chance to be happy. To be alive.

Tyler worries for the day Klaus shows up here, if the Original hybrid might try to take her away from him a second time.

"Me too."

There's an awkward pause for a moment, one hand coming up to idly trace the side of her neck for a moment as she tries to figure out the best way to put this without it sounding completely awkward. That is, until she realized there was no real way to say it without it sounding completely awkward, so she might as well give it her best shot.

"So, uh. How long has it been for you from that, exactly?"

"A little less than a year." So it's still pretty fresh. Sometimes it feels like it always will be, that it's never not going to weigh on him at least a little.

"Oh. Okay. It's just been ... longer, for me. A lot longer." She reaches up to rub the back of her neck awkwardly. "I just know that things got really rough for us ... around then, so if you don't want me to ... "

She pauses.

"If you don't want to see me, you can tell me to go and I really won't ... I'd get it."

"It's fine I mean -- I don't know. I was just getting back to town before I arrived here. We haven't really talked since the break up."

So at least he doesn't know about Klausgate. Probably for the best.

"Oh. Okay."

She exhales slowly, before nodding.

"I haven't seen you in ... a while. I mean, we're not not talking or anything but I was in New York, and I think you were working with werewolves in ... the Rockies or something."

"Huh." He's not sure how to respond to that, honestly. It doesn't surprise him to hear he's working with other wolves though

She nods a bit in agreement. To be honest, she's missed him - she's always missed him. But she knows in some ways that she damaged that relationship beyond repair. So until that changes - and who knows if it ever will - she'll just stay focused on the times she does have him.

Even if there are crazy timeline shenanigans afoot.

"I think it's really good, though. You always did like working with packs."

"Yeah, I have." It's part of what kept him sane when he was on the run all those times, finding packs to work with. He still even now feels more wolf than vampire -- he probably always would.

As far as Caroline is concerned, that's probably a good thing. His werewolf side was always better for him. It was the vampire side that makes things complicated. But that leaves Caroline with not much else to talk about.

"So. I should let you ... get back to the party. I'm sure your mom probably wants to do whatever she does at these things."

"Probably. You know her, she lives for these things." Or she did. She does here. He supposes that's what matter.

There's an awkward pause and then.

"We'll talk later, okay?"

They were friends once, he'd like to get at least that much back, if nothing else.

The offer to talk later makes her brighten a bit, because yes. Talking is good. Catching up is good. If anything she wants things to be okay between them, for everyone else's sake if nothing else.

"Yeah. That'd be good."

"I'll see you around, Care."

And with that he'll go looking for his mom.

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