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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 (
UGH java ugh ugh
Because he's not a vampire. That's not a thing. Nope.
"I mean-- kid snatching? At least tell me this is some kinda alternate world where you're a dark babysitter or something." Faith reads comics, OK. Alternate dimensions are no big, here.
java is the devil, trufax
Look and be amazed at him acting all fatherly, Faith. He's surprisingly very good at it.
"I didn't snatch him. He's mine."
can't live with it... can't.... just can't. we just can't with you, java.
"Yours." Her eyebrows do lift, because she's going to go ahead and give you lots of room to say more words that make this all less horrifically awkward.
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Wow, Faith. Thanks for taking that to the biting place. He wouldn't turn an infant. He wouldn't even do that soulless. (He would eat him soulless, but that's neither here nor there.)
"He's not my progeny. He's my son. He's human. Mostly."
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"Hey-- I was just--" Hallucinating. Dreaming. Figuring out which alternate universe she's in. Go figure she winds up in the one where Angel pops out a-- wait a minute.
"Hold up. Your kid. With who?" Yep, cutting right to the point. In fact, it's about at this point her eyes catch sight of Cordelia before snapping back to Angel's face. Where the hell has she ended up?
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Angel follows her gaze, his mind racing to catch up with her assumption, the thought crashing against logic and reason so hard he would've dropped whatever was in his arms had it not been his son. His head snaps back to her.
"No. I mean, she's sort of stepped into the role — for him, for Connor — but she's not his mother. That's... a long story."
One he'd rather not tell here goes unsaid, but is very much implied.
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Faith felt a great disturbance in the multiverse, as if a million fangirls suddenly cried out in disappointment...Right. Well, Angel's answer is almost exactly what Faith wants to hear. So for the moment, she's satisfied enough not to keep pressing. In fact, she manages something akin to a smirk at the little poop-machine's name.
"Connor, huh?" She watches him for a moment, before her eyes slide back up to Angel, and then make one more pass again. "Yeah, he kinda looks like you, I guess..."
Does she have to mention the broody little brow...?