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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claudia blake }

[stuckinastorm]

Claudia is moving about the ball like she knows how this all works, probably because she thinks she does. There used to be things like this in Chicago all the time, everyone bringing (or trying to bring) the supernatural community together and she knows better than anyone that it's usually a great time to touch base with a lot of people. So touching base is what she's doing.

She spends a good amount of time tonight bugging the orchestra to see just what is the range of songs they can play. From Bad Romance to Thrift Shop to Wonderwall and possibly even a little Bohemian Rhapsody, Carol Lockwood probably wants to kill her by the end of the evening, but she doesn't really care. She's the one who said she could make requests and she makes sure she dances to every single one of them. Occasionally, she even tries to make Derek dance too.

That's really the main reason why she's here. Derek. She is here to get him out of his comfort zone and talking to people and while she knows if left to his own devices he would probably hide in the corner with his sister for most of the evening, she knows the most important thing about falling through rifts - sometimes whether or not you survive comes down to how much you trust the people you're with. Knowing a lot of people may seem superfluous at times, but it saves you from wasting time after getting tossed through a rabbit hole with introductions, confusion and trying to figure out whether or not a person can be trustworthy - you either know or you don't. The other rule is always be prepared - she has a knife strapped to her thigh for a reason.

If you don't want to catch her hassling the band or shaking her groove thing on the dance floor, you can probably find her by the bar, having a drink, or snacking on some of the food lining the walls. So feel free to talk to her or have her come up to you. She promises she doesn't bite.

That would be her ward.

[chaney]

All Claudia's attempts at testing the orchestra's limits accomplishes is eliciting a series of faces from her ward; faces that range from the confused to the appalled and downright disapproving. (Thrift Shop, really?) When he finally approaches her, he does so only after stopping by the conductor himself and requesting something a little more their style: Vivaldi's The Four Season. All four concertos.

Derek pops up next to her at the bar, waving off the bartender when he tries to take his order.

"You've been busy."

[stuckinastorm]

Derek, your music choices are boring. The narration is just going to call you out on that right now.

Claudia agrees, but he probably knew that already.

Still, she glances over at him with a smile as she takes her drink, before giving a bit of a shrug. "Just thought I'd spice things up a bit. And this is a party, you know. If you become too much of a wallflower, the walls may swallow you whole and you'll become part of it - like Han Solo when he's trapped in carbonite."

No, she's not drunk. It's just the first image that came to mind when she decided to run with this metaphor.