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.]

[ Things you need to know before you ever, ever tag Sophie Wilder, in very particular order:

1.) She has two overprotective supernatural hunter brothers that look like they're built out of stone, one of whom you may have already seen sulking around the boat, destroying one sandbag at a time.

2.) She has an equally protective and at times ornery guardian angel.

3.) She may or may not also be in possession of an psychotic extremely morally questionable vampire ex-boyfriend. You thought Damon Salvatore was trouble.

You have been warned.

Anyhoo, she's going to end up exploring every inch of the boat; at the very least, as much of it as she can. Sophie is in the process of opening doors, curious to see what's inside the countless rooms making up one of the hallways. Each and every room has a different theme. Are you already in this room when she stumbles on it? Or do you get swept into the room along with her? Do you want to choose what this room contains or do you want to risk Ella picking for you?

We just don't know yet. ]

When it comes to Alexander Abernathy, they answer is a lot. He could get into a lot of trouble.

And he'll probably drag Rafe down with him, let's be real.

See the problem with Alexander is that he's bored. He's easily bored, which is why the ship, in all of it's wonder and majesty, was able to hold is attention was able to hold is attention for a few weeks but now he's back to being bored again. A bored Afreet demon is a problem. Especially when he has access to copious quantities of alcohol. Because when you can set fire to things all on your own, you tend to investigate mundane things you can do with that particular power, especially when you have the power of the internet at your disposal.

And he's always really thought flaming drinks looked cool. Especially a Flaming Lamborghini. Which is what he's currently trying to do at one of the many, many bars located on this ship. He's mostly got the glasses stacked at this point and is working on mixing the part of the drink that's poured over top - his dad taught him to mix cocktails ages ago and he's probably going to bartend in college once he gets there - so he hasn't gotten to the actual fire yet, but it's coming.

When it does, whoever built this ship will probably forever regret leaving that much booze lying around.

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Meanwhile another, less destructively minded teenager is also testing out some abilities of her own. After a brief trip home, Zoe Dabrowski can be found favoring a long sleeved Henley that hooks around her thumbs as she sits cross-legged on the main deck with a small potted plant and what looks like an old notebook. The plant itself is nothing more than a sprout, with a small purple bud at the tip, but she's looking to change that, given the right amount of time and concentration.

And, of course, the right spell.

When she finally finds the one she's looking for, she pauses for a moment, letting the fingers not holding the book in her lap drum idly against her knee as she tries to figure out the best way to approach it. She's still fairly new to her magic in a lot of ways, and there's a lot her mother didn't get to teach her and her father refuses to. But at the same time, there's always a chance she could figure it out for herself, which is why she took her mother's spell book before she left again. If he won't teach her, she'll learn on her own.

She glances from the book to the plant for a moment, before holding out her hand in front of her. She pulls at the magic somewhere inside her and anyone paying attention will see the colors around her hand distort slightly, almost like a thermal coming off the pavement on a super hot day. As she focuses, the flower in front of her starts to stretch towards it, arching up towards the sky until it very slowly peels back the layers of the bud and comes into full bloom.

She jumps up with a pleased noise as she finishes because she did it.

Then gasps as the pot tumbles off the end of the lounge and shatters on the deck.

Whoops.