Lady Sloth, your party is grand and it is just getting started. The decorations catch ones eye. I have never seen these items before. Where did you find them?
"Why thank you!" Lady Sloth replied. "Sir Zeal, Fervor, and Diligence made them, but I was the one who asked for them. I thought it would be nice to have a party, but I didn't want to fool with the details of decorating and such. You can also find a list of the people who decorated this room thread in the "Special Thanks To" post on the first page of the room.
It is at this precise moment that the good Sir of the mansion himself burst through one of the various doors, out of breath and looking a little paler than usual. With his goggles encompassing a good portion of his face, the man was most definitely the odd one out in the group of guests and regular mansion-goers. His unruly tufts of abnormally white hair were wavier and more windswept than they usually were as a result his apparent running.
"Aha!...I--" was his short-lived exclamation before he was already out of breath and had to hold up a hand as if to say 'Hold on' as he hunched over in exhaustion.
When he regained some of his composure, Zeal's head would angle up to stare down Fervor, eyes concealed by his bizarre brass goggles. "I...I've..been looking..ALL over...for you--" a pause as he took another deep breath and proceeded to let loose his little rant, "Where in the world have you been, Fervor? Were you neglecting your duties again? I'm getting rather fed up with this whole business, you know--I don't have time for it. I've too many things to attend to!"
Following this outburst, however, the Sir would wobble a bit and collapse to a sitting position right there on the mansion floor, still panting heavily.
EEP! You found me, Sir! And you're out of breath! She rushes to where Dill was at with the tray of Lemonade and rushed back to her sir's side Here! Drink this! She shoved the glass of lemonade under his nose, Cabby jumped off Fervor's shoulder and started pawing at Sir's head
She followed the sounds of voices past the sitting room and immediately felt a little less that dressed for the occasion. It was true her card had said nothing about the dress code, but the ladies in their dresses, and men with their cravats served to make her feel a little casual.
Nomatter. It's not like she had a change of clothes anyways. Adopting a confidant stance, she patted her curls, making sure they were in place and mingled. "Nice little soiree here, eh? Got the decorations, this fancy spread and everythin'"
[[ooc: ;A;!!! i am screaming why would you post that. i am seriously afraid of sloths. -crying forever- waahhhhhh]]
I continue to take in all that I am seeing and hearing as I make my way over to table and chair with good lighting near by at the outer edge of the room. Here I can do a little of my own creating as I take in the atmosphere.
At the sudden shoving of lemonade in his face, Zeal would recoil rather suddenly in his surprise--but if that wasn't enough, Fervor's blasted rabbit chose that particular moment to play patty-cake with his hair. As if it wasn't messy enough already!
As his arms flailed in an attempt to rid himself of the infernal pet, he would accidentally bump his face into the offered lemonade and cause it to spill all over him. Were it not for his protective goggles, his eyes surely would have been stung. He couldn't even focus on returning the guest's kind greeting with all this lemonade and bunny in his face.
"AUGH! Fervor--no, I--get this thing OFF!" was all that the man could sputter in his clumsy and lemony wake.
Falling flat on his face after time warping to a new destination, TheMindlesskeyblader, preferably known as Joker, one of the many oldest Gaians arrived at a ball. "Ergh...Real cool Joker....real cool..." he said as he steady himself. He began to look around and notice that he was in a world like no other, a world of time. "How beautiful....Too bad I hate time". Joker began to walk his way around the city, to see what this ball holds for him.