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- marvel comics (ou): lorna dane,
- persona (ou): yusuke kitagawa,
- shades of magic (crau): rhy maresh
A Winter's Ball
Who; Everyone!
What; Christmas Festivities for all!
Where; The Grand Ballroom, Noble District
When; The Week of Midwinter (December 14th-20th)
Warnings; Positive emotional influence; if anything comes up in threads, please warn where appropriate
What; Christmas Festivities for all!
Where; The Grand Ballroom, Noble District
When; The Week of Midwinter (December 14th-20th)
Warnings; Positive emotional influence; if anything comes up in threads, please warn where appropriate
A Needed Respite
It's been some time since Halcyn has shown herself, let alone put together festivities for those gathered here from other worlds, but this winter, she's pulled out all the stops. While she's also looking forward to the Festival a kind new resident has requested her aid for, she couldn't very well let this festive season pass by without a Ball.
She's assured all those who may wish to attend have the finest clothing available to enjoy the evenings or provides them with a means to obtain finery from Aterat's premiere seamstress. The invitation arrives at their doorsteps, providing directions to the seamstress and a friendly reminder not to forget a complimenting mask. This is a masquerade ball, after all.
On the evenings of the ball, in the square outside the residential buildings, residents there will find a two-meter pylon, its central crystal pulsing like a beacon. Touching one of the hand targets at its top will immediately teleport you to the pylon's twin in the square outside the ballroom. While still present during the day, the crystal sits dull and inoperable during the day. There also exists a similar pylon outside the orphanage.
For those who live away from the community dwellings, each night, the cabs can be found looking for fares seeking to be taken to the noble district.
She's assured all those who may wish to attend have the finest clothing available to enjoy the evenings or provides them with a means to obtain finery from Aterat's premiere seamstress. The invitation arrives at their doorsteps, providing directions to the seamstress and a friendly reminder not to forget a complimenting mask. This is a masquerade ball, after all.
On the evenings of the ball, in the square outside the residential buildings, residents there will find a two-meter pylon, its central crystal pulsing like a beacon. Touching one of the hand targets at its top will immediately teleport you to the pylon's twin in the square outside the ballroom. While still present during the day, the crystal sits dull and inoperable during the day. There also exists a similar pylon outside the orphanage.
For those who live away from the community dwellings, each night, the cabs can be found looking for fares seeking to be taken to the noble district.
A Welcoming Gift
The entrance to the Grand Ballroom is covered is tiny bells, glittering lights, and wreathed in holly and evergreen branches. The foyer is equally decorated, its vaulted ceiling carrying easily the lilting music from the ballroom, and at the center of the foyer is a towering and opulently decorated yule tree, with presents gathered beneath it. Halcyn waits beside the tree to greet all attendees to the ball, to thank them, to welcome them, and to wish them a Merry Yuletide.
Everyone who attends will receive a gift, and she'll assure them while the item within the package they are given is not its true image, it is as close an approximation as she could manage to build from their memories. The packages are small, no larger than a foot square, and within is an item they would recognize from home that has a sentimental value to them. If it's a magical item, it will not possess the magic therein, and it is an item that is tied to a fond and caring memory of theirs. Holding it or wearing it (if applicable) or simply having it with them will fill them with a warm sense of whatever emotion is tied to the item. For example, if it is a ring that belonged to a loving parent, having or wearing the ring will make them feel loved and nurtured. The effect will last throughout the ball in an intense state, and after the ball in a more subdued state, but it will always possess that feeling in some regard.
Everyone who attends will receive a gift, and she'll assure them while the item within the package they are given is not its true image, it is as close an approximation as she could manage to build from their memories. The packages are small, no larger than a foot square, and within is an item they would recognize from home that has a sentimental value to them. If it's a magical item, it will not possess the magic therein, and it is an item that is tied to a fond and caring memory of theirs. Holding it or wearing it (if applicable) or simply having it with them will fill them with a warm sense of whatever emotion is tied to the item. For example, if it is a ring that belonged to a loving parent, having or wearing the ring will make them feel loved and nurtured. The effect will last throughout the ball in an intense state, and after the ball in a more subdued state, but it will always possess that feeling in some regard.
A Serious Spread; feasting and dancing the nights away
The Ballroom beyond the foyer is dazzling in lights, more holly, and evergreen boughs, and enchanting music from the string quartet playing at the far end of the dance floor. Along one wall, near the stairs leading to the upper atriums and the balconies, is set a cornucopia of foods both familiar and alien. If it is a traditional Yuletide or Winter food from somewhere in the known or unknown worlds, it's available here, and nothing seems to run out.
For those old enough to drink, there is a fully stocked bar with refreshments (and non-alcoholic options for those who abstain), and there are also drink options on the food table as well if you want something lighter or less influential with your meal. Those who wish to dine in a semblance of privacy can ascend the stairs with their plates and have a seat at one of the white and gold decorated tables on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. The music here is muted but still present, affording better means of conversation.
From the vaulted ceiling over the dancefloor falls a light snowfall, reflecting all the glittering lights in the decorations, but never touching the floor, disappearing as though it never existed in the first place. Those who try to catch the falling snowflakes, or simply have them fall upon them, will feel a warmth spread through them and will find themselves immediately more relaxed and open to conversation, no matter the sort.
Those who join the dancing on the floor will find they know whatever dance they may begin participating in, as long as they let their feet do the moving and don't think about it too much. They'll also find they don't tire as easily as they normally would and could dance all night long. This impulse can be resisted, though, and someone might want to pull you away before things get out of hand.
For those old enough to drink, there is a fully stocked bar with refreshments (and non-alcoholic options for those who abstain), and there are also drink options on the food table as well if you want something lighter or less influential with your meal. Those who wish to dine in a semblance of privacy can ascend the stairs with their plates and have a seat at one of the white and gold decorated tables on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. The music here is muted but still present, affording better means of conversation.
From the vaulted ceiling over the dancefloor falls a light snowfall, reflecting all the glittering lights in the decorations, but never touching the floor, disappearing as though it never existed in the first place. Those who try to catch the falling snowflakes, or simply have them fall upon them, will feel a warmth spread through them and will find themselves immediately more relaxed and open to conversation, no matter the sort.
Those who join the dancing on the floor will find they know whatever dance they may begin participating in, as long as they let their feet do the moving and don't think about it too much. They'll also find they don't tire as easily as they normally would and could dance all night long. This impulse can be resisted, though, and someone might want to pull you away before things get out of hand.
Sky Painting; Outdoor Balconies
Those who truly want for solitude need look no further than the balconies off the upper floor. While they do open onto the outside, open-air fire pits along the balcony keep the area warm enough to be inviting. There are refreshments here as well, warm ciders, hot chocolates, and the like, and the sky above is a display all its own.
Every night until midnight, the sky over the Ballroom will be alight with Auroras, though they seem to only be viewable from the upper outdoor balcony of the Ballroom. Those approaching from outside will see only a night sky lit by stars.
Those who seek the refuge of the outdoor balcony will find themselves blanketed in an inner peace they may find foreign. So much so, in fact, that they may even notice its artificial, and if they step far enough away from the glowing fire pits, it fades at the same rate the warmth of the fire does from their limbs, also as though that inner peace were coming from within the flames.
Halcyn certainly wanted everyone to enjoy the evenings without care or concern, didn't she?
Every night until midnight, the sky over the Ballroom will be alight with Auroras, though they seem to only be viewable from the upper outdoor balcony of the Ballroom. Those approaching from outside will see only a night sky lit by stars.
Those who seek the refuge of the outdoor balcony will find themselves blanketed in an inner peace they may find foreign. So much so, in fact, that they may even notice its artificial, and if they step far enough away from the glowing fire pits, it fades at the same rate the warmth of the fire does from their limbs, also as though that inner peace were coming from within the flames.
Halcyn certainly wanted everyone to enjoy the evenings without care or concern, didn't she?
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"I can't imagine why or how anyone would end up hating you." Her voice held the driest amount of sarcasm that was possible. Though...strangely she did find herself oddly appreciative of this strange attempt he was making. She tilted her head slightly. "Trying to make me feel better, huh?" She shrugged. "It's fine. I don't mind that she hates me. Or that anyone does." Yes, she does mind. She minds quite a lot. The thing she wants the most in the world is for them to forgive her and treat her like they used to. But she sort of thinks that ship sailed long ago.
"Probably. There's a lot everyone here doesn't know about everyone." Which almost made her curious about them! Almost. "So you were too afraid to return it?" She nodded as though that too also made sense. "You like being reminded of idiots?"
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Raising a brow at the dry sarcasm in her tone, he shrugged. “Maybe you haven’t known me long enough yet.” Waver could provide a list of reasons people didn’t like him. It was the ones who did like him that he couldn’t explain. Which also meant he couldn’t really explain the people who seemed to get along with him here. Then again, this was a very different place with very different people. That said, her comment gets an awkward sound, and he pointedly looked away. Making an awkward attempt at making Illyana feel better was easier than admitting that was what he’d been trying to do… So he simply doesn’t. Clearing his throat, he finally responded. “I’m just stating that sometimes people change their minds and opinions over time, that’s all.” And he certainly doesn’t buy that she’s fine with being hated by her friend, not after her tone and the way she spoke about her before.
“Of course I was. He destroyed the entire security grate in front of the door to get out. I wouldn’t have been able to cover damages like that, let alone explain them.” He responded with a shake of his head, huffing at the memory. It was a library. If the man had wanted to take the books out, they could have just come back in the morning when it was open! Tucking the book back under his arm safely, his expression shifted to something between a frown of annoyance at the suggestion and something almost sad. “No, of course not! Just… Just the one.”
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"Maybe I haven't. What do you think I'm missing?" Clearly he could tell her what about him people hated. Even if she was being just a bit sarcastic. Just a bit mind you. She does have a tiny smirk on her face as he looks away awkwardly. Ah, there was always some sort of strange joy in pulling out an awkward look from him. It was clearly a win in her book. A win at what? Who knows, but she found joy in the small things. Like his misery. "Some people are too stubborn to change their mind. Or to give someone the chance to." Meaning that Illyana was pretty certain she'd sooner avoid her friend than face her.
"Brave of you to just admit that. Admirable." And she honestly mostly meant that. Most people wouldn't just admit to that. "You need a way to make better money in your world." It seemed he consistently had problems tied to that. "Ah, they're a special idiot then?"
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“What, you want me to deprive you of figuring it out yourself?” He responded, returning her tiny smirk with a little frown. Really, she wasn’t the first person who found joy in his misery. She also probably wouldn’t be the last. It was like he attracted people who did, which was amusing in its own way, really. Not for him, of course, but for anyone observing him. “Some people, perhaps. But you never know what kind of person your deal in with until they prove it one way or the other.” People were always confusing like that, and always kept him guessing… Often times the biggest surprises came from the people who should hate you in his experience.
Waver wasn’t sure if he would call it brave. It’s not like he was admitting it anywhere that could put him at risk of having to deal with it all these years later. The comment about money gets a half-amused sound. “You’re not wrong about that, unfortunately.” He had come up with a few ways to make extra cash to help speed things along, but that always came with certain risks.
“That’s a good way to describe him, yeah.” He responded hesitantly, a special idiot indeed. Waver wasn’t really sure what more he wanted to say on the subject. Like Illyana, there were some things that were harder to admit or talk about than others. “He was… the first person who didn’t write me off because of who I was or my lack of ability, even if he should have. A couple of fools standing together.” Which, considering how his life had been up to that point, and how alone he’d felt, people seeing some value in his existence and not trying to dismiss or get rid of him had been a big deal to Waver.