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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[bowery]

A Black Russian, if you please.

[ Selin finds herself smirking right back at him, keeping her chin propped on her elbow. She studies him rather openly for a moment, and it's only after the fact she stretches a hand out on his direction. ]

I'm Selin. Proper introductions should've likely come first, but I have been known to get ahead of myself. [ It's part of her ~charm.~ ]

[darkplace]

[John makes the drink all without moving from his spot in front of her, floating the ready made glass over in her direction, letting it hover near her so she can pick it up when she'd like.

He lifts an eyebrow with a tiny smile as he shakes his head.]

John Young. It's difficult to remember proper introductions with everything else going on, but it's nice to meet you, Selin. I hope you like your drink.

[bowery]

I'm sure I will, John.

[ Selin's lips purse into something like amusement as the drink floats over to her. Once it's in her hand, she takes a prim sip from it before she speaks casually. ]

It's good to see you all taking advantage of the ship's accommodations. Not everyone would maximize the opportunities.

[darkplace]

[John takes a slow drink from the glass in his hand before he tilts his head to the side, looking at her curiously]

...you all? [He turns to look at her now. His drink is forgotten in his hand as he shakes his head a little.] That would imply that you're not apart of that 'you all'.

[bowery]

That's because I'm not.

[ she can open that red door and walk right past it whenever she pleases. she wasn't technically brought here. but selin is frustratingly elusive. she isn't going to hand out more information than she's asked for. ]

[darkplace]

[john sets the drink aside now at what she says, and then he folds his arms across his chest, staring at her.

still staring, because did he really just hear that? and what does that mean? he hasn't met anyone who said something like that before. he hasn't met anyone that hasn't come through that door forced against their own will before either, and he doesn't know how to wrap his head around the fact that maybe--

maybe someone that is different than the rest of them is just... here among this party right now.] ...then who are you exactly? The Captain of this ship?

[bowery]

[ selin laughs, the sound light and airy. ]

That's quite the assumption.

[ she supposes she's a captain, in a sense. she steers certain waters. but not this one. ] I am not the Captain of this ship, no. [ she takes a sip from her drink, sets it down before she levels him with a gaze. ] I haven't met them personally, but then, not many have.

[darkplace]

You're not giving me much to work off of here.

[john lifts an eyebrow at her as he folds his arms across his chest to look at her face like he is trying to get a read on her while simultaneously realizing that is impossible.]

So there is a Captain of the ship?

There are answers to why this place exists and what the hell they want from us.

[bowery]

I'm not trying to be helpful.

[ it's said honestly. selin knows the price of speaking too much, and she has no inclinations of pissing anyone off. she is not the one that is meant to guide them toward where they need to go. but if she can start steering people in the right direction? well, she can do that. ]

There are always answers, John. For everything, a reason. I'm just not the best person to ask.

[darkplace]

So I can tell.

[john is frustrated at the moment, but he gets the sense that she's not going to reveal much at all that will be helpful. he gives her a look at that. for everything, a reason. he can't even say he disagrees with it

you can't choose your fate. you can only fulfill it or fail it. he is trying to look into her mind because the truth would be really good right now, but he's being blocked on all levels]

Any idea who is the best person to ask or is that just something we'll have to find out later?

[bowery]

Oh, you'll find out.

[ that much selin can definitely say. ]

And when you see him? You'll know. Some things are as black and white as they seem.

[ the answer will probably frustrate him more, but once they meet clark, it'll become clear she isn't actually being vague. she lifts up her glass at him as though she is toasting, before she takes a sip, and as quickly as she came, she has disappeared. as though she was never there. as though she has dispelled like smoke. ]