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Cabbages

Oh. Oh no. Something about the way he laughed made her flutter again, and her hands twisted in their gloved grasp. Cabbages found that she wanted to make him laugh again, to do something to make him hold her hand again, something or anything to keep his focus on her. This was a dangerous feeling, she told herself, one that was going to get her in trouble.

And yet, it wouldn't go away.

"You seem like you fit in perfectly to me," she offered, curling her hair around a finger. At his invitation, she stared closer, wanting to memorize the way his eyes squinted when he smiled. It made her think of Covey, made her wonder what he would smile like, but she shooed that thought away. Covey wasn't going to smile at her like that, what was the use of pretending? Someone was talking to her here and now, and she wasn't about to squander that because one of her coworkers had impeccable bone structure and a shoulder to waist ratio that made her swoon.

"...Oh, I went stag for the evening," Cabbages laughed, smoothing out the lines of her dress. "Or...whatever girls do when they go stag. I don't have a date, is what I'm saying. People say I'm too peculiar for that." She glanced down at the petals of her gown, smiling distantly.

"You can call me Cabbages," she said, swaying softly to the background music. "On account of the...cabbages."

Minny Clover (DM Sadalsuud)

"I will and thank you=" Minny said as she gave the barkeep a bright smile, before drifting away as it didn't seem fair for her to continue hog the 'drinks space'.

Her lips had quirked up in a friendly smile at the auburn-haired woman (Valkyrie), although Minny had ultimately found herself glancing down at the foyer below for a time as she absently sipped at her soda.

She had been pretty content to spend some time just watching the comings of those below - well at least right up to the point when the sound of someone had politely coughing caught her attention, her eyes shifting to where a girl in a white dress stood at the top of the stairs.

Green eyes blinked startled since she hadn't recalled the other climbing the stairs, but she had had a sweet smile that had had her lips quirking up in an answering one and it seemed - at least from the girl's words - that something was happening down in the foyer.

Minny started towards the stairs and found herself passing a woman with pretty hair (Heartshocker) that appeared to ombre from icy blue to an electric purple and paused, lips quirking up in a friendly smile "It's really pretty up here isn't it" she said cheerfully.

Light Wizard and Flower Power

"Well, what do you think there's here to do besides chatting it up?" Flower Power asked, going over to the bartender and requesting some wine for the both of them. Sure, she was underage, but she was 18 already! Her parents wouldn't mind her sipping some wine at least! She just had to make sure that this was her only glass for the evening, and if she lost it, then she wouldn't be getting a refill.

Light Wizard shook his head. "I think there was something about a gallery, but it doesn't seem to be open yet." He said, nodding to her in confirmation of a wanted drink, and waited until she got back with them. He gladly took one and took a light sip, feeling it rush down his throat and heat it up. Why people drank a ton of this he couldn't understand, but it was okay to wash things down a little with. And he would only have one glass also. He did not want to test his limits in an unfamiliar place such as this.

FP was about to answer him when suddenly there was an announcement made, and they wandered over to listen. Apparently the gallery that was promised was now open, and the Foyer would be turning into a dance floor. LW groaned. He was no good at dancing! And he sure as heck didn't want to do it here, especially when he had just gotten a drink! What was he supposed to do with it?!

FP giggled. "If you want to look after our drinks, I can get some food, then we can head to the gallery after that?" She asked, not wanting to participate in the dancing either. She liked the song that was on, but she was not a dancer. LW nodded once again and she headed down the stairs, hoping that she could get a couple of plates before the food tables were too swarmed with people, then she would be waiting forever!

[Flower Power EXIT to Foyer]

((Light Wizard open for interaction))

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.

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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!

A Good Time

Unbeknownst to A Good Time, the Barkeep had left his station. So while he was feeling particularly parched by all the festivities, he found that much of the social lube migrated elsewhere. He hummed to himself, considered some of the unattended glasses, and claimed one for himself off one of Chauvet's worn down but staunchly elegant counters. Then he ascended to the balcony zenith where he could watch the chandelier turn and dance as the attendees did below.

He hadn't yet found anyone familiar, or really, anyone at all but for the Windy Thing. He sipped the champagne, watched the colors shift in that grandiose chandelier. He should find someone, he told himself. Maybe single out another lonesome in the constantly churning crowd of people. As he held the champagne close to chest, hip nearly touching the railing, he considered the others around.

Best shot, he decided, were the ladies gathered at the other end. Both looked stunning, but A Good Time found that words often failed to express the grandeur at places like these — especially when some kind of wonder magic overtook them and turned them all prettier than sin. At least the liberal supplies of champagne helped loosen the tongue, else most would have no chance interacting at all in a place like this.

A Good time sauntered toward them, glass held up in an informal cheer while his expression acquiesced to a grin. "Having A Good Time? Oh, what am I saying — of course you are."

The Gatekeeper

She was content to watch the people around her. The Gatekeeper didn't know who was who, and oddly that was okay. She found she didn't need to. She didn't need to know who was behind each mask, if any of her fellow Chronos knights were here. Not that she expected them to try to locate her; she'd gone radio silent for a year and a half.

Being in space brought back those memories, and the feelings that had prompted her self imposed exile. She shifted with a firm breath through her nose. No, she would not be in that headspace now.

If some of hers found her, then she would deal with the fall out then.

Images flittered across the corners of her vision as she approached a young man she most definately did not know. She smiled at him and introduced herself to Light Wizard.

"Hello! I'm the Gatekeeper, how are you enjoying the gala?" she asked him, holding a flute of champagne in delicate fingers. Talking to people, she had to get used to talking to people again.

Light Wizard

Light Wizard almost jumped when he heard a voice address him as he had been staring off into space, admiring the Astrarium. Luckily for him, neither of the glasses that he had managed to spill. He let out a sigh of relief and turned toward the person who had addressed him and gave them a smile. "It's nice to meet you Gatekeeper. I'm Light Wizard." He was pretty sure he had never seen the woman before him, which was okay. It was good to meet new people!

"So far I'm enjoying it, even if I haven't done too much." A blush appeared on his face, but was hidden by the mask. "But I do love exploring Wonders and Homeworlds, so this is nice! Even if I wasn't expecting it to be quite like this." A lot of it had Earth hints to it, but he couldn't blame Chauvet for it. After all, it's not as though chairs and tables would magically appear on Wonders just because. "What about you? You like the gala?"