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 Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2019 8:13 pm
 At the top of the staircase is a great round window looking out into space, twice as tall as an adult and marked by golden whorls between the panes. This is less a true floor and more a connected balcony overlooking the foyer below, spreading out from the initial landing to a walkway wide enough for two, eye level to the chandelier. The ceiling above you is similarly domed, made of rainbow-colored milk glass that flickers in the starlight, illustrating vague nebular clouds. Looking over the golden bannister gives a bird’s eye view of all the other party-goers milling about in the foyer, though they appear just far enough away to obscure any conversation on the lower floor.
It is 7 PM.
A Barkeep stands at the top of the stairs, indicated by his pressed white shirt, green suspenders, and pink bowtie. He wears a simple black half-masque over orange eyes, and he frowns as he crosses his arms, standing guard over a stock of sodas and an arrangement of solo cups that have been glued to plastic candlestick bases. Behind him rests two large casks, at least hip height and untapped for the moment. Soft guitar plays from a small speaker at the end of the table--it sounds vaguely familiar, but the barkeep insists that it’s no one you’ve heard before. Please quote AMItotic if you would like to interact with the Barkeep.
The clock strikes 8 PM in 48 hours (from the timestamp of this post).
A girl in a white dress waited at the top of the stairs, hands folded and maskless. She hadn’t climbed the stairs as the others had--she simply didn’t exist, and then she did, as if she’d always been waiting for someone to notice. Coral curls framed a youthful round face, watching the assembly with warm and wise orange eyes, and though it was not immediately apparent at first, she was undeniably translucent.
“If everyone would please direct your attention to the foyer,” she said sweetly, clapping her hands together, and then with a beaming grin she squared her shoulders and turned around, tilting her chin up.
Time to put on a show.It is 9 PM.
Drinking the champagne, you notice that the flavors seem to shift with each and every sip, sometimes sweet, sometimes dry, but always smooth on the way down. It's the least magical property of the champagne by far--over time, you notice that the wonder seems a little less decrepit and rusty around the edges, and if you squint you can almost imagine where pastel banners would have run from ceiling to floor, emblazoned with six pointed stars.
The decor isn't the the only thing to start to change; around you, you start to notice more of the transparent figures, faded almost out of existence, most of them listless and searching. Like you, they're wearing gilded filigree and draped fabrics and masks, but unlike you, they don't seem to notice many of the modern decorations in the astrarium--they dance and chatter and move about through the center, seemingly unaware that there are two galas happening at once. You blink, and for just a moment the ceiling disappears, giving way to an open and starry sky above. One of the figures pauses in their dance to look at you. It's someone you've lost to time, and it seems clear from their expression that they know exactly who you are under your mask.
What was in that champagne?
You start to think...maybe you've been here before.
Quote: What this means:Characters choosing to participate in the past life portion may now begin play in the Silver Millenium gala, linked above. For the remainder of the gala, they will proceed to have flickers of memories from this event, as per the Golden Vial item.
Characters not participating in the past life portion may see the shade of one person important to them from this lifetime who has died and interact with them freely. Other people may see the shade, but they are only interested in speaking with the person who 'invited' them back to the Gala. They may be aware that they're dead, but have no memory of the afterlife or what it feels like to be part of the cauldron.
It only takes a single sip, but no champagne, no crazy effects! Sorry, folks! Of course, being sober means you get to make fun at the crazies talking to ghosts.
This prompt will stay up for three days--look for the clock to strike 10 on Saturday evening!
It is 10 PM.
The night continues, the shades dance, and every time you look at the ceiling it starts to look more like open stars. The ghosts of the past are starting to notice and reach out to their loved ones, and for the first time, they’re starting to look more real than translucent. While not completely solid just yet, it seems like with every tick of the clock they appear more present and in the moment, Genevieve included. Meanwhile, those who started to remember the Eighth Gala are beginning to experience both in stereo, present and past garbled together. Those without focus may find that the two events begin to blur, smudging the line between who they are and who they were.
Quote: What This Means:
Characters who drank the champagne and see a deceased love one will be able to interact minimally with them--the shades may pick up small objects or provide small touches, but will still go through solid objects if forced.
Characters who drank the champagne and were part of the Eighth Gala during the Silver Millenium will now start to have vivid flashbacks of the event during modern day. If focused, they can remember who and where they are, but some characters might have trouble distinguishing between the two.
This stage lasts for three days--the next prompt will go up Tuesday, June 11th. It is 11 PM.The ghosts that began the evening as mere shades now mingle and dance though the halls, just as flesh and blood as the living. You are just as real as you've ever been, though perhaps you are no longer strictly 'you', as memories of the previous gala feel more real than your current life. Neither of the hosts are anywhere to be found, neither the small nor the tall, but the party continues on all the same, ticking ever closer to midnight.
Quote: What This Means: 'Genevieve' is nowhere to be found. Chauvet was seen in the Gallery running up a flight of stairs to a private office. Neither of them appears to be accessible for the moment.
If your character is interacting with one of the summoned ghosts, they will find that all ghosts are now fully corporeal and just as real as anyone else! Ghosts have the innate understanding that this is not a permanent summoning, so if anyone has any closure to seek, now is the time. To clarify: all ghosts should be loved ones from within living memory, and cannot be Silver Millennium shades.
If your character is reliving their experience at the Eighth Gala, they now experience it so completely that they have difficulty seeing anything else. The sky above them looks like stars, they believe they are the previous versions of themselves. Characters with exceptional focus will be able to parse between both memory sets, but should only recall Eighth Gala memories from the Silver Millennium unless they also have supplemented memories from homeworlds or golden vials.
Additionally, to clarify: Characters should experience only one of these paths to their conclusion. All characters can see the shades as people now, and characters who drank champagne may get familiar flickers of the previous Chauvet gala, but for the purposes of the champagne effect, characters should either interact with a loved one or experience the full vision, not both.
If you have any questions about the prompt, please reach out via PM or discord!
Midnight strikes in three days, so look out for the final prompt on Sunday, June 16th.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2019 9:17 pm
Mistress Material (Sedna)She never did the party thing, not since coming back to Order. Especially not by herself. Too much risk, and far too many strangers---but---she had to make an exception here. Receiving the invitation from Chauvet of all people, she definitely had to make an exception. The anonymity of the evening helped though, but Sedna, or Miss tonight, was very much adopting some wall flower tendencies while remaining alert and vigilante. She took to leaning against the wall, at ease, near the great round window, looking down below at those who gathered. She had noted the Barkeep and his uh...wares...but decided to hold off on getting any refreshments for now.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 4:34 am
Nessy (Pendour)For much of her life, Pendour had not minded parties. She liked talking to people, and she even danced, sometimes. That was one of the things that had changed with the attack almost a year ago. She'd started going back out, since, to the grocery store and one on one with friends, but not to anything like this. This was perfect, though, and Pendour had been reading her invitation almost every night, and hot-gluing pearls and tiny starfish onto her Phantom of the Opera mask. If there was a way to get her interested in something, it was space. The chance to hide her scars helped, too, even though she wasn't really being subtle about who she was. She showed up in her Squire regalia, mermaid tail train and all. She went for the stairs when she arrived, staring at every bit of gold and every starry trinket she could find. This was so regal compared to the other Cosmos wonder she'd been to! The ceiling, especially, was something she couldn't take her eyes off of once she did get upstairs. It was so artistic. So beautiful. It made her grin, just standing there alone and staring, and she took a few steps to try and see it from a better angle. Except there was someone else there, someone she didn't see until she was probably a little bit closer than socially acceptable. She blinked and took a step back, turning to get a better look at the woman. "Oh, um," she smiled softly, "Hi."
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 8:39 am
The Iridescent Doe (Hyperborea)
Hyperborea could never resist a party anyway but one coming from a knight was definitely something she would have to make time to attend, besides if the symbol was any indication, this invitation had come from one of her fellow cosmos knight and she jumped at the chance to meet another of cosmic brothers or sisters. Hyperborea held the magical invitation and the deer shaped mask, she let herself be pulled away from the earth.
She found herself wearing a purple and gold star covered dress, although she still had her irredescent transcendence marks tracing all over her body. The wonder was beautiful as a cosmos wonder should be. It beauty was different from her own city but it was splendorous in its own way.
Hyperborea walked up a staircase to a window that peered out into the vast cosmos, it was a lovely view though if Hyperborea was honest she preferred her acropolis's view. She saw two others ahead of her, one dressed like a princess of the ocean and the other dressed a sleek black dress and mask combination.
"Bonsoir." She said politely as she neared the two.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 12:41 pm
Mistress Material (Sedna)Gradually the party was filling with even more guests, all clad in wonderful and amazing costumes. She was content to spend literally the entirety of it up here, except others were making their way up here as well. Miss silently watched the woman in the mermaid tailed dress take in the sights, even as she ended up drawing pretty close to her. A corner of Miss' mouth couldn't help but pull up slightly when she seemed a bit surprised, and at the soft tone the other held. "Good evening." She responded, and then inclined her head slightly to the environment around them. "It is very lovely." Speaking of fantastical outfits--- Miss had noted the doe themed attendee out of the corner of her eye (it was really hard to miss her), and was somewhat bemused when she approached them as well. Wasn't that how it always went, when you tried to stick by your lonesome? "Good evening." She greeted the doe woman in return as well. Small talk was hard given the magical nature of this entire event.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 1:16 pm
Light Wizard and Flower PowerThey weren't sure how the letter had arrived. The only thing that Jason could remember was going through his mail one day and finding the letter along with all of his other "mail". It looked silly at first, like a birthday invitation that had gotten lost in the in the mail. When Jason had opened it, he assumed that the letter was at least for himself. After all, it was a fellow knight who was hosting this Gala! It had to be for him! But... could he really go by himself? Sure, it was to another Wonder which he was quite excited to see, but he wondered if anyone else that he knew would be there... He had his doubts until Cynthia had called him about an identical letter that she had gotten, and they figured that if they were both invited, then they should both go! Luckily neither of them had any classes or plans for that day, so it was easy to get ready for, and eventually they made it. They had put their masks on before touching the letter again, and were now wandering around, when they had decided to take the stairs to see what was at the top. It was a bit weird, that this was the place for all of the drinks, but they didn't mind, at least they knew that refreshments were here and available! Still, it was a bit tight up here, and so they decided to look over the balcony and talk for a bit before going to talk to anyone else. ((These two, while together, are open for interaction!))
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 1:30 pm
Minny Clover (DM Sadalsuud)Sadalsuud hadn't been sure quite what to make of the strange invite and whilst a part of her should have probably known better, curiosity had had her reaching out to touch the cursive.
Was she ready? It had been something of a moot point for the small Dark Mirror Super senshi as she had found herself whisked away as soon as her questioning fingers had landed on the cursive only to find herself–
To find herself well here.
Green eyes had widened in wonder from beneath the half-mask that she suddenly appeared to be wearing as she took in first the marble stairwell and then the remnants of cracked tile that appeared to depict a pastel starry sky - because it was both grand and pretty–
And she might have stayed there in the foyer, might have stayed there staring around the beautiful surroundings, if not for the strains of music that caught her attention drawing her upwards.
The ascent had turned out worth it, her eyes taking in the grand window looking out into space and the view of the foyer below.
There were a few women there too, one of whom had the most beautiful purple and gold dress as well as a horned half mask, but the three of them looked in the middle of conversation and Sadalsuud didn't want to interrupt, instead turning and drifting towards the man manning the drinks.
Her lips tilted up in a small smile as she got closer to him "Good evening" she called out cheerfully, figuring that she could maybe see if he would let her have a drink while she pondered her next move.Aurelius0815 For brief mention and Sadalsuud awe of her dress Quote: Sadal is open for interaction
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 2:47 pm
The Barkeep
He didn't seem to mind the gaudy brilliant figures as they floated by him--the Barkeep was a man well acclimated to being part of the backdrop, and with a towel at his hip he kept time by wiping at the plastic cups. It was only when he got approached by one of the figures that he looked up, sharp eyes softening under the dark swath of his mask.
"Good evening," he responded back, setting down the cup he'd been wiping down. "Champagne toast isn't until eight--" he started, until he looked down at the girl. She was so little. Could he ask for ID in space? Did they even matter?
Sheepishly, the Barkeep rubbed the side of his neck. His eyes glanced away for a moment, like maybe he was looking for someone, but then they settled on the girl once again.
"...but we've got soda and water too. What can I grab for you?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 3:00 pm
The Gatekeeper (Bifrost)
She was doing better. That's what Bifrost told herself. She was doing better. She'd come home, she'd spent time around Destiny City. She'd gone back to a normal routine, and took up some classes at the community college to pass the time. The ache was still there, the scars were still there, but she was doing better.
The therapy sessions and medication helped tremendously. It gave her a base line, a place to start from, and kept her from falling into the abyss again. She was not 'fixed' or 'whole' or any of those things. But she could smile again, she could enjoy life again. And that was enough.
She was enough.
Bifrost let out a content little sigh, tucking her hands behind her back. She was in a gorgeous gown, in layers of beign, magenta and gold, that exposed her collarbone and the curls of her Transcendance tattoos. It exposed her scars too, but it did not worry her this time. They were a part of her, and yes they told the story of a dark time, it also told the story of her coming to terms with it.
She smiled under her mask, a simple piece in magenta and gold with white feathers on the left, and stared up at the ceiling with eyes of wonder. This was truely magnificent, and if she saw Chauvet, she would have to tell her such.Quote: She is open for interaction!
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 4:35 pm
Minny Clover (DM Sadalsuud)This was definitely one of the fanciest places she'd been Sadalsuud, or rather Minny at least for tonight, decided as the barkeep set down the cup that he appeared to have been in the process of wiping down and not just because of the beautiful surroundings - because whilst she had never personally had champagne and didn't really drink - Minny knew that champagne was classy.
It was probably also kind of out of her league to be honest and so she couldn't help but feel a little relieved at the mentioned soda and water.
"A soda would be great thank you" she said brightly, before continuing slightly quieter "Do you think that the host would mind if I toast with soda instead of champagne?"
She paused before admitting "I've never had champagne before."
It seemed that another woman had chosen to make the ascent, Minny's green eyes going to the beautiful gown that she was garbed in.
Unlike the three women from earlier, the blonde lady seemed to be alone and so Minny smiled at her and said "Your gown is very pretty."Quote: Minny is open for interaction
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 5:34 pm
Up on the balcony, Nessy felt a sudden chill, a soft breeze, a girl's whispered laugh--and then it's gone.
Weird.
At least she looked stunning in her new squire attire.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 8:31 pm
HalfwitFirst met with mild suspicion, and mostly uncertainty at the look of the thing, the Invitation had been set on a shelf. Under a glass cloche. It had all the earmarks of magical venture, but without the reasoning why he should be receiving it. Not likely a trap? What it says on the tin?Then the thing was forgotten in the haze of all the rest of his life. Thraen didn't think of the paper again until it was making noise. He startled from an unplanned nap on his kitchen table, on a book, the chair he'd vacated clattering along the floor. No enemies. Not phone. Where? The ...paper?Seeking, searcher found it, and stared. weighed lifting the cloche or just observing the thing longer to see if it progressed one way or another. Weighed, and lifted, and touched the thing. And all the world was color where there had been greys and blacks, cut glass where there'd been practical doublepane, granite and marble instead of hardwood. There were people, many and masked. it recalled holidays long ago, of masks and fancy clothes, and the violence of the Negaverse. He could feel and see the obstructino of a mask on his own face. Not in jeans anymore. Look down. Don't know the people just yet, look down and see what's happened, then make for the stairs. There's less people there. Vantage.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 9:16 pm
The Barkeep
"One soda coming up," the Barkeep nodded, cracking open a two liter with a practiced hiss. Holding the stem of the bastardized glassware between two fingers, he reached under for prongs and a few ice cubes from a small cooler, then dropped a few into the cup, followed by soda filled three-quarters to the rim.
He offered the cup down to her in turn, thinking on her question. "I don't see why that'd be a problem--it's not like they're going to make you drink." Christ, she sounded like she was 16, maybe 17--did her parents know she was out on a Saturday night? Did she have a backup way to get home? Of course she hadn't had champagne. Why didn't Katie think this through? The Barkeep fretted, but kept his opinions to himself--after all, it would be out of line to ask.
"Just keep this glass when we pass the other ones out, and no one will bother you," he said, and having passed off the cup he set back to his task of cleaning the glasses and preparing a tray of drinks.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 9:27 pm
Halfwit would soon find that he hadn't traveled alone--with his robes trailing behind him, it would seem someone saw fit to grant him two attendants to accompany him for the evening.
One was legitimately trying to help. The other...well. She had her own ideas, being a princess.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2019 10:44 pm
ValkyrieWas any part of Vulcan as beautiful as this?She didn't think so. Not in the same way. Gazing out the round window at the top of the stairs, Valkyrie thought she could almost reach out and touch the stars. She pressed her fingers to the glass, and thanked whatever magic had brought her here for not giving her any shoes. She felt more like herself without them, less alien somehow; the bare feet of the volcano grounded and cooled by Chauvet's marble floors. To the touch - they were not unlike the obsidian halls on Vulcan, but the similarities ended there. Valkyrie pivoted on the spot to get a better look at her reflection in the window glass, hands smoothing over her ribs, stopping at her waist. The dress was soft under her hands, and fit as though it had been made just for her. As though she was meant to be there. She looked away from herself, out at the crowd of gathering people, gaze flickering from Minny to The GateKeeper and lingering on the figure of The Barkeep. She started to smile.
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