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.]

Comments

[waitress]

[ sookie is blissfully unaware of how amazing he thinks she smells, even though she's fully aware of how awesome she smells to vampires. his undead status has yet to be detected by her, but she does notice him stepping into her personal bubble.

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. ]

[enfolded]

...what power do you have that creates bad experiences with alcohol?

[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.]

[waitress]

I'm fae.

[ 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.

[enfolded]

[it is getting hard to focus. she smells so good, and he doesn't see any reason he shouldn't give in. he is reckless. he has nothing left for him. there are hunters here, and who gives a fuck? the darkness grows in his eyes, and he can feel the sharpness of his teeth, how his face shifts with the hunger building]

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]

[cheeto]

[Jessica had been looking for Sookie to tell her something when she spots her with another vampire. The fangs are out and she's acutely aware of what the draw of Sookie's blood can mean to other vampires.

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.]