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A Winter's Ball
Who; Everyone!
What; The Ball promised by Halcyn!
Where; A newly (and quite abruptly) renovated ballroom in the Noble District
When; December 15th, evening
Warnings; None as of yet, though there is some mischief afoot for those looking for it
The morning of the 15th, the day of the Ball, opens with a letter under every door, reminding the residents that today is the day, that the Ball to celebrate and be merry is upon you. It also includes a small golden ticket that all attendees are asked to present at the doors to be allowed into the hall in the Noble District. It bids the attendees to enjoy themselves, forget their worries for a time, and is each personally signed by Halcyn.
Arrival | Under the Mistletoe;
Try the Grey Stuff, It's Delicious
Shall We Dance the Night Away?
What; The Ball promised by Halcyn!
Where; A newly (and quite abruptly) renovated ballroom in the Noble District
When; December 15th, evening
Warnings; None as of yet, though there is some mischief afoot for those looking for it
The morning of the 15th, the day of the Ball, opens with a letter under every door, reminding the residents that today is the day, that the Ball to celebrate and be merry is upon you. It also includes a small golden ticket that all attendees are asked to present at the doors to be allowed into the hall in the Noble District. It bids the attendees to enjoy themselves, forget their worries for a time, and is each personally signed by Halcyn.
Arrival | Under the Mistletoe;
The chill in the air at the change of seasons makes for a cold journey to the Noble district, though the streets are well-lit (an improvement in the otherwise dilapidated quarter in the first place) and at the end of the street indicated in the invitation letter, stands a beautifully restored building wreathed in white lights and adorned with wreaths and holly. All roads and citizen paths have lead to the ballroom today, and it is a beacon of civilization in the otherwise unused quarter. A guardsman is checking tickets at the door, and allowing admittance to the foyer of the ballroom.
The foyer is also decorated in trees adorned with shining lights. There are people flitting about with trays of champagne and people are greeting each other, gathering in groups and generally enjoying one another's company. Six archways lead further into the ballroom, and into what seems to be a seating area with round tables atop which glittering floral arrangements sit and to which servers bring meals for those who have a seat. At the top of each of the six arches hang six bundles of mistletoe.
Some are able to pass beneath the bundles with no issue, but others may find their way blocked by an unseen wall, unable to escape the arch until someone joins them, and a kiss is exchanged. It could be innocuous, even a cheek would suffice, but who's to know that without experimentation?
Try the Grey Stuff, It's Delicious
In the dining hall, meals are limited, but there are options for various palettes and even a vegetarian option. There is wine and champagne, and also non-alcoholic options of you're less inclined to partake. The music from the main ballroom, accessible through a set of ornate double doors, is muted here, providing a sense of ambiance but not overpowering the conversations that may occur at the tables scattered about the room.
The desert is the same for all who try it, though, and fluffy (is oddly colored) meringue that is simply to die for, but it seems to have some strange side effects. As the night progresses for those who've eaten the strange confectionary, they will begin to feel more and more happy and carefree, but also much more open. Those who are reserved about their feelings or their thoughts, even their histories, will feel less inclined to be so withdrawn. That couldn't possibly make anything awkward, could it?
Shall We Dance the Night Away?
The main even by far is the grand ballroom. A 15 piece orchestra sits atop a small stage to the north of the dance floor, their music varying between melancholic, haunting, warm, and uplifting, and the citizens are quite enjoying the time to let loose and dance the night away with their partners.
Spiral staircases lead to the balconies on the second floor overlooking the dance floor below, affording tired dancers chairs and refreshments with which to rest in order to return to the floor below. The music here, due to acoustics, is muted which affords a more intimate place to converse.
Even more intimate are the outdoor balconies accessed from either side of the second floor. Here, small sconces have been lit to afford a romantic glow to the area, but the light is dim enough to enjoy the glittering starlight above. The flames also give the area some warmth, warding away the chill in the night air and allow guests to enjoy the solitude of the area without freezing. The music out here is a pleasant background hum, making the setting even more romantic and ethereal.

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Nida laughs and shakes his head. He cracks himself up sometimes.
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However.
Nida.
This makes his lover happy and he's all about that above his own personal mannerisms. So as long as Nida is happy, that's what counts.
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"Come on. I think I've danced enough tonight."
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He just wanted to make sure.
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"I suppose we could eat, but nothing would be as good as you would make for me."
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He'd only sit here and pick apart the recipes anyway and Ignis knew damn well that he would do that.
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"We can certainly leave now."
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"And I like your warmth."
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And Ignis was having one too, just him and Nida.
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"This reminds me of the night I graduated to SeeD."
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And he wished he could see it with him.
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"Graduation was always for a small group, but when the time came around, a lot of our numbers were called back in for the celebration. There was a large ball thrown for the new members. And we danced, in a beautiful ball room, with a glass dome for part of the roof so we could see the sky."
A waltz. Nida started to hum it under his breath as he thought of that night.
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"It was. The night was magical. Well, Squall did bump into me because he wasn't in a dancing mood, but it's not that shocking. He didn't really notice me much."
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"Squall was a classmate of mine, who sorta grew up to live out a fate of saving the whole damn world. He ended up being my boss, and maybe one day, if I go home, he'll be my friend, far in the future. But basically, Squall, Commander Leonhart, is central to the world in a lot of ways. Plus, being my boss, he's sort of the embodiment of what I'm loyal to."
Squall was to Nida what Noctis was to Ignis. If Squall showed up here, in this place, Nida might defer to him some. Except, by being with Ignis, that bond was being laid aside some.
Granted, he'd long since given up on his youthful crush on the gunblader.
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"No. I don't want him here. My world needs him," Nida dismisses. "He'll keep peace there."
No, he... his heart yearned more for Seifer. And he didn't know why.
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His head automatically turned at the sight of a blonde head and it was Namine with her lad. She looked really happy and Ignis turned his attention back to Nida. "Are you ready to go home or would you like to stay?"
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But he wanted to wear it for others.
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risotto, he means risotto. he doesn't have the word. But Ignis clearly would.
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Skip to Christmas
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Time to move to NYE?
Birthday/NYE
Re: Birthday/NYE
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