A Winter's Ball

[ateratmods]

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;

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.

Comments

[orangewayfinder]

Terra didn't even know. "Uh..if I have one I don't know about it. But..do you have one?" It was something he never thought to dig deeply into and just sort of leave it as he didn't have one and only Cinderella did. And he really had no idea how to try and summon one if he did. She had been crying and the fairy godmother just appeared out of thin air and had the magic wand to change things.

He had a keyblade but for all the magical things it could do, it couldn't do what that wand did.

Namine of course had the upper hand when it came to the food and he shook his head. "I'm not even sure what half of this stuff is."

[really_sketchy]

Naminé thought back, shifting through her short memories and those that didn't belong to her. She remembered when Sora had meet Cinderella's fairy godmother but she hadn't met anyone like that herself. "No. I don't think I do." If someone had been looking after her... then why had she been alone in Castle Oblivion.

She reached for a few different small dishes and placed them on a plate. Among the fruits, vegetables and small sandwiches was the strange looking gray desert. "Let's try all of these. We can share."

She tried a strawberry first and smiled. "I really like these." They were an odd color but Naminé didn't know what color the fruit should be, so it all looked normal to her.

[orangewayfinder]

He nodded at her not having a fairy godmother. "That's alright. I don't think Aqua or Ven do either." Terra was positive he didn't have one because one never showed up for him that night.

The grey stuff didn't look delicious but he trusted Namine and so there was that idea. But he basically followed Namine's lead and kept going. The strawberry thing he'd never seen before but it was cute. So was she and he looked away for a moment after he thought that with his face slightly turning red.

Finally once he thought he got his face under control, he gestured with his head to the fruit. "What is it?" It wasn't a papou fruit for certain.