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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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"I do recall you being startled by it. Not as startled as you should have been though."
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"Sure, if you want to look at things in the worst way possible, but it's not." It was true he'd never met anyone before who was capable of blocking his reading of them, but that hardly even crossed his mind when he was speaking with her, let alone motivating him to do so more often.
"And sure, I wasn't expecting you to grow horns or hooves, but given the circumstances, it's hardly the strangest thing about this place."
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"You forgot about the tail."
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"Yeah, because I enjoy spending time with you...it doesn't even cross my mind." He could tell she was enjoying teasing him, and it was more than slightly frustrating that he liked when she teased him.
"Shit, I did. I guess it didn't really matter all that much to me."
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"Or maybe you liked it. Maybe I was wrong to think I would destroy you." That was the closest to a flirtatious comment she had come in a very long time.
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He wasn't sure if that made it sound better or worse, but it was the truth. Thankfully, what she said next was odd enough to distract him from his awkwardness. "Destroy me? That's a bit extreme don't you think?"
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She burst into a quick fit of laughter that had a strangely dark edge to it and then shook her head. "Not at all. You have only seen part of my true form." That was perhaps a bit too edgy of her to say, but there was a degree of truth there. Even she wasn't quite certain if the Darkchilde form was her actual form or not.
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He raised an eyebrow, still smirking, tilting his head to the side. "Do you just want me to leave? Is that what this is about? I can go, you know."
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"If you want to go. That is your choice, isn't it?" There was a mild hint of defensiveness to her tone and then she further elaborated. "Making people leave is what I do. It is what I have done for several years now. It is...easier. I'm not what people think. Or what they want." That was the part that actually stung, though she rarely admitted to that.
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She looked up and tried to give a smile but she couldn't keep the sadness from tainting it. "I suppose I am doing a decent job of pretending."
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"You're...you. Whether that means you're the Illyana you were before or not..." He shrugged, smiling. "I don't think you're pretending. You're being who you are. Maybe that means you're not quite human the way the rest of humanity is, but you're still a person. Patchworks are still quilts, and they aren't considered lesser blankets for being parts of other things, are they?"
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She raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes. "Are you comparing me to a ...quilt?"
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(OOC: ftb?)