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- alec hardison,
- alec mcdowell,
- aleksandar hale,
- angelus,
- anne hamilton,
- bonnie bennett,
- carol lockwood,
- caroline forbes,
- claudia blake,
- connor hale,
- cora hale,
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- danny wilder,
- derek hale,
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- elena gilbert,
- faith lehane,
- harry potter,
- james wilder,
- jessica hamby,
- john young,
- johnny,
- katara,
- lois lane,
- makoto kino,
- mamoru chiba,
- party post,
- rebekah mikaelson,
- relena peacecraft,
- selin slovak,
- sookie stackhouse,
- sophie wilder,
- stefan salvatore,
- tyler lockwood,
- usagi tsukino,
- zuko
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 (
sookie stackhouse }
she knew how irresistible her blood was and how good she smelled to them, but she didn't care. honestly, she was tired of being vampire bait and prize. she almost did away with the parts of her that were fae, but thought better of it before it was too late. this was who she was. she was fae, she could hear thoughts and shoot light from her hands, she could do magic when needed, and pop open portals as easy as a tab on a can of soda. and she was tired of being afraid of that, of letting what she was dictate what her choices were.
fuck whatever was left of bill compton and fuck being fae, she was going to enjoy this goddamn party if it tried to kill her or not. ]
Mind handing me one of those glasses? [ hello stranger, sookie will just be pointing to one of the plastic cups to your left. she's aiming for punch at the moment, but give her a bit and she'll start hitting the booze. ]
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he is a much, much younger vampire than most of the other vampires on this ship, and he has never smelled anything like the scent coming off of the blond woman on the other side of the table. it's irresistible, and it is in the air all around like nothing he's ever--
johnny swallows.
it takes him a moment to realize she is asking him a question, and he reaches for one of those plastic cups that she asks for, keeping it in his hand because he can't really get the scent out of his hand.]
What's your poison?
[what a nice vampire, he'll even fill up her drink for her... and try not to stare but there's just-- something really, really irresistible about that scent.]
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lucky for him, she isn't trying to probe his thoughts yet, so his possible vampire status remains undetected. (as much as she'd like to assume every quiet mind around belongs to a vampire, she can't ignore the multi-world status of the place. a quiet mind in her world may not be a quiet mind from another.) ]
Just punch. I had a pretty nasty experience with alcohol recently that I'd like to avoid revisiting.
[ puking on alcide's shoes while bill and eric stood in the doorway... not one of her finest moments. ]
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he breathes in sharply (hunger, want, need.
if he dies for it then he dies. what does he have to live for anymore? if he lives too long, maybe he'll kill sophie anyway, kill her, turn her into a vampire too. johnny doesn't want it but he wants it at the same time).
and she smells so fucking good.]
Makes you smart. Most people don't stop drinking even after a bad experience. Don't have the willpower...
[johnny is starting to forget personal space.]
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which is why she's taking a healthy step back. ]
Well, most people don't have my power and haven't had the sort of bad experiences that I have.
[ so puking on alcide's shoes wasn't that bad of an experience, but she's got a laundry list of others that don't involve alcohol that are pretty uniquely terrible. ]
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[johnny takes a much smaller step toward her this time as he looks down at her, and his head tilts slightly and
god. it is really, really difficult to pull his mind away from how amazing she smells, and it feels like he hasn't had blood in ages (not real blood, not blood from the vein in so, so long
and he's hungry. something dark in his gaze, his will power is shaky at best on an average day but he is nearly suicidal in his recklessness lately.]
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[ other people are being loud and proud about who they and what they can do. why can't she? sookie hasn't exactly had that luxury and being open about it sounds kind of nice. ]
We don't get sick, so being hungover kind of feels like you're dying when you've never thrown up before. It was awful.
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Is that why you smell so good? [the teeth are out in sheer instinct, and he moves with incredible vampire speed, trying to get hold of her, unaware of the rest of the ball.
unaware of anything but how much he wants to drink her blood.
now]
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With a burst of speed she's putting herself between her friend and the vampire, her own fangs popping out as she growls.]
Sookie is mine.
[Not necessarily true, but in her world one of the better ways to protect a human was to claim it.]