As the weather has begun to warm up Katara has been looking for ways to cool off. Which is why she's excited when she opens a door one day and finds a fancy poolin there. The boat even provides her with proper modern swim attire to use.

She can be found in the shallow end for now, playing with the water. And by playing, it's more like water bending. She can be found drawing the water out from the pool and turning them into all sorts of shapes and sizes.

Come watch her. Or join her swimming. Either way.

It's rare that Toph goes anywhere by herself. It's not too hard to tell that she's blind; considering she moves slowly and generally has a hand against whatever wall or rail is available.

What isn't immediately obvious is that she's normally relatively belligerent and combative. If Toph bumps into you, or winds up somewhere that's not near food or a lounge chair, she'll pipe up with a squeaked "Sorry! I'm having a little trouble, here," or a practiced "Gosh, guess I got kinda lost again!"

But she may not always show that she's almost always distressed: wisecracks in place of a sometimes stubborn pout set into her face. At least the rails and piecemeal parts of the ship that are metal provide some amount of comfort, though it's certainly not enough to calm her down completely.

"Stupid oceans. Stupid ships. Stupid kidnappings!" Where's her Zuko-shaped taxi when she needs him? Probably off stuttering somewhere...

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.]

[ greetings, voyagers.

this is sadly not the elena you are likely used to by now. no, this is an elena that has ended up in once-golden city called teleios, and is currently working off her substantial debt in the alleged hope she may one day see utopia. there are gods, dragons, and realms unlike she never imagined. she likes it there more than she'll admit to, and is perennially aggravated by it in other ways.

she is also not expecting to once again be led to a red door when she exits the library she currently works at, but it's also not the strangest thing that's ever happened to her. she just doesn't remember it whenever she gets sent back to pre-utopia.

for reasons no one will ever be able to figure out, the lower deck is flooded with teleporting kittens and puppies. y'know, the kind you're used to from the chicago. the kittens and puppies that don't age, are surprisingly self-sufficient, and pick their owner to soulbond with. so be careful. because they are everywhere. everywhere.. ]

What the ...

[ a puppy has teleported into her arms. it is now looking at her very, very expectantly. ]


( OOC: TREAT THIS AS A PARTY POST IF YOU'D LIKE. EVERYONE SHOULD GET TO ENJOY PUPPIES. )