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Entry tags:
- alec hardison,
- alec mcdowell,
- aleksandar hale,
- angelus,
- anne hamilton,
- bonnie bennett,
- carol lockwood,
- caroline forbes,
- claudia blake,
- connor hale,
- cora hale,
- cordelia chase,
- damon salvatore,
- danny wilder,
- derek hale,
- diana of themyscira,
- elena gilbert,
- faith lehane,
- harry potter,
- james wilder,
- jessica hamby,
- john young,
- johnny,
- katara,
- lois lane,
- makoto kino,
- mamoru chiba,
- party post,
- rebekah mikaelson,
- relena peacecraft,
- selin slovak,
- sookie stackhouse,
- sophie wilder,
- stefan salvatore,
- tyler lockwood,
- usagi tsukino,
- zuko
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 (
feel free to blow his ish up at any time! i just like to make him flounder... ♥
Oh, hey-- yeah, uh hey ... girl. What's up?
[ and while he doesn't give out his name like candy, hardison doesn't necessarily hide it as much as the others in his team. not to mention it's hard to be mad or worried about it just now. he's going to go ahead and try to play along. try being the operative word.
because while he's still hardison, there are marked differences from the one elena knows -- facial hair, less muscle on his bones, and a bit more cockiness to replace the helpful spirit she'd begun to get to know in teleios. the heart's still under there, it just might take some coaxing out. ]
I'm here! Uhh, couple days ago, but I been hanging low-- that door definitely put a whammy on me, you know...? One minute I was, you know. The next-- bam! Almost forgot my own damn name.
[ so tell him yours please and he will try to not be totally lost while laughing very awkwardly, here? ]
nuh uh let's ride this wave until we can't no more ♥
disorientation is not out of the question. not to mention, he sounds like hardison in nearly every other respect.
confusion, then, quickly makes way for worry. a whammy is certainly one way of putting it. she really shouldn't be so happy to see familiar faces, knowing their being here isn't necessarily a good thing. ]
Okay, well. A refresher course - you, Hardison. Me, Elena.
[ it's around this time she starts to notice the differences, and she wonders about their time discrepancies - how long it's been for him since the mission. hardison, have you been eating less? has teleios become a wasteland? this is concerning. ] Are you here alone, or did your team come through the door with you?
/puts on speedo and goggles (you asked for it)
and then she mentions his team, which throws him a little more. while his warmth doesn't entirely disappear, he does look a little caught off-guard for a moment, blinking rapidly before the smile comes back to try and cover it up. ] My-- team? Oh uh, no, no. Just ... me, as far as I know.
[ a guy who's constantly in motion, hardison's hands continue to fidget while he works out whether the way his instinct to trust elena is worth following or not. ] So, uh, how long you been here, then? You sound like a veteran.
[ and even though he doesn't know he's stumbled on the opposite of the nickname another him has given her, it feels right. she is definitely the lead in this conversation and if he's learned anything about grifting from sophie, it's to let the mark do the talking when possible... ]