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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[dynameis]

This ship seems not to have learned its manners.

[ diana actually chose to come herself. the mystery of this place being enough to keep her from flying away shortly after setting foot through that door.

and while she doesn't exactly relish in large parties, she can deny the opportunity to get to know her fellow alices in this wonderland. she smiles apologetically down at zuko (her tall frame being her basis for choosing more sensible footwear). ]

And, lest I forget mine, I'm Diana. I'm sorry for eavesdropping -- you looked a little put off.

[banishment]

[ sages, he stands out. painfully. more so than the obvious blemish makes him stand out. he hates this ship. so much. ]

Zuko. It's okay. I feel put off. I didn't exactly intend to come here. Ball's aren't my thing.

[ liar liar pants on fire. he's been to tons of balls, though usually he's perched to the right of his father's throne, only getting up to dance with girls of proper status to songs befitting royalty. ]

[dynameis]

Oh? Are you uncomfortable?

[ because you don't look anxious so much as annoyed, kiddo.

well, not that she's actually looking at him so much as perusing the crowd as she speaks. her back stays ramrod straight, head bobbing easily back and forth as she enjoys a particular couple making the dance floor their bitch. ]

[banishment]

Yes.

[ no. he knows exactly how to conduct himself at one of these things and could get the entire room's attention in seven words or less (without bending) if he wanted to — except he doesn't. ]

[dynameis]

And I'm sure hanging out on the fringes is helping out with that...

[ a teasing smile to try to cut the call out, though she is also very casually trying to make eye contact. ]

[banishment]

Oh, yeah. Tons.

[ this time, he does sigh fire. he doesn't mean to; bending is just an everyday aspect of life where he's from. breathing fire isn't really anything to bat an eyelash at — but it is here, and he draws a few gazes that are met with an icy cold ozai-like glare. (sometimes, he really hates how much he resembles his father. if not for the scar, he'd be the spitting image of the man.) ]

[dynameis]

[ diana prides herself on making others feel comfortable and welcomed; loved, in some manner or another. first and foremost, before all other patrons, aphrodite remains the largest guiding force in the life of an amazon, and in diana's especially. ]

Well, then.

[ in response to the flame that escapes him, yes, partly. but she also makes a gesture she hopes he will take, extending an open hand toward him. ]

If you're open to advice, perhaps we can leave the fringes behind us for a moment? Work off some of the anxious energy?

[banishment]

[ zuko looks surprised by her offer — not so much because she offered, but because the offer seems to give way to the notion that she knows where the door is. ]

If you know how to get out, I will gladly follow.

[dynameis]

Yes, there are plenty of them. [ ah, but he's expecting to be allowed back to the "normal" day-to-day. diana's mouth purses as the realization sets in. ]

But I cannot guarantee where we go. Do you wish to stay here, instead?