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 Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:20 am
Cabbages
Cabbages felt light as a feather as he led her to a small free space by the balcony, just in time for a slower song to simmer in from the speakers downstairs. "Don't worry. I'm not worried about the direction of your feet as long as you know how to use them," she quipped with a wink, but then he glanced over at her and all of her easy composure started to melt. How was he doing that???
"I--ah, there was an invitation," she explained sheepishly, because it was easier to say than 'I took it from my roommate because she wasn't looking'. "I got curious, so...here I am." With her free hand she smoothed out her dress, then looked up at him, warm but unsure. She offered her free hand, should he want to take it, but wouldn't be terribly surprised if he suddenly decided to dip out instead. It was the way of things, as far as she was concerned.
"What about you? Do you always play the part of the mysterious gentleman at magic prom?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:48 am
Fish Out of Water
She still had her cleverness, the wit that usually went right over his head but tonight seemed to be meeting him toe-to-toe in conversation. For a change he didn't feel like he was surrounded by intellectuals more brilliant than him or successful individuals richer than his poor self -- with the masks on, they were all equals tonight, as far as everyone else was concerned and Fish couldn't help but appreciate it.
Cabbages explained how the invitation had swept her away, just like the one he'd plucked up had done to him unexpectedly. Magic had a funny way of doing whatever it wanted whenever it felt like doing so and it appeared that he and his companion for the evening were at magic's mercy until it felt like releasing them from its grip.
Oddly enough, he was beginning to grow okay with that.
"It's my first time, actually." Fish wasted no time in raising his hand to collect hers, his other one automatically slipping away from hers and sliding around to her waist. His mind was already calculating positions, drawing back from memories of aristocrats dancing across living room screens. He flashed her a smile as he then stepped to the side, guiding her forward to begin their dance. "How am I doing?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 11:05 am
Cabbages
Ella might have flinched to have some stranger touch the small of her waist and draw her close, but Cabbages found herself made bold off of the shield of the mask on her nose. "Really?" She blinked, even as she let herself fall in step with his motions. Her voice was markedly sincere when she replied, "I would have never guessed--you must be a natural."
She found herself surprised by how aware she was in his arms, like this was the only thing that was real and everything to ever come before it was just a paragraph in an introduction, a cut scene before the game. He smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back, crinkling the edges of her eyes. He seemed so familiar, and yet...not, with the warm way he looked at her. It made her wonder what Covey looked like when he smiled.
"...It's my first time, too," she admitted, candid and shy. Curiously, she slid a gloved hand into place on his arm, lightly touching, gentle and exploratory. "I hope that's not a game changer."
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 1:22 pm
Minny Clover (DM Sadalsuud)For a moment Minny had found herself wondering if she had been interrupting after all, but then the woman with the beautiful hair continued speaking.
"I'm glad I got invited too" she admitted as she too continued to glance downwards in between sips of soda, because even though there was a part of her that wondered if the curious invite that was so obviously magical had truly been for her, Minny wasn't sorry that she'd come–
Even if she wasn't nearly as glamorous as some of the other attendees.
Green glanced away from foyer below at the sound of a second voice, her lips quirking in a friendly smile as she offered up her partly full glass of soda in an impromptu toast "I am thank you" she admitted.
She couldn't help but blink a little as the woman introduced herself first as 'Limbus' and then as 'Nimble', although she privately thought that the name Heartshocker suited her - albeit totally not in a bad way.
"I'm Sable-rin" she said before pausing, because that wasn't right at all "Um I meant Sable-rain" and no that was worse. "Actually please call me Minny Clover - or Minny - your choice."
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 2:42 pm
Barkeep gone to his calling, wafting soft words to the barefoot woman in his parting which distance could not share. His attention will return there if, or when, he comes back. Whence come he? Knight, senshi, or officer? Something else? A bartender, only, and party to our kinds and play? The cats and architecture provided enough stimulus for the passing hour. Then ghost embodied announced The Chauvet, The Gallery, and answered unvoiced queries. Posed others, These are the Chauvet and the Ancestor. Like Celsus spoke of, or like Hyperborea’s. It is unlikely a hostile event, if all that is taken at face value. The architecture looks a sound enough ruin that it shouldn’t crumble and crush guests. There’s no obvious sigils or murals that point to blood sacrifices needed for ritual purposes. Nothing that brights and screams warning. Truly just a party? Then why the invitations as they were? These all could not have met the Knight-New. Hvergelmir came to mind as an counterpoint of who could meet how many. Halfwit whittled more time, a left hand lifted to to the Helpercat, who jumped up to the balcony bannister unafraid and pleased with himself. They watched, wordless, as people drained from the the Astrarium, watched the gather ‘round the Hosts. Helper batted at his fingers and crunched a thumb. Halfwit memorized the scenes by block, shape, color and cord. Try to guess at names and faces, banality behind the ball. No, that sick-stained magic in us all fashions that ‘fun’ futile. A Museum of artefact from all over should draw my eye. What could be guessed or learned hence? So many people, though, and how or why should that matter the more? I feel stiff as these stairs. Right hand pricked of weight and weirdness that the jewelry he’d made, glamour guesses and past failures, showed plain. In power, it was hidden? Words wafted from beside him, and Princess stopped her paw-washing to look offended. There was familiarity to the speaker’s colors or costume. Halfwit looked back to the colored heads of the Foyer below after an appraisal. “They are calming company. Hours can’t be counted wasted in their care. “ “Did you know this Chauvet, squire of the cosmos? Not curious of the Gallery?”
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 7:02 pm
Fish Out of Water
He took a deep breath as he felt her reach up and take hold of his arm, doing his best not to focus too hard on the fact he'd never been this close to another human being in his life. Slender fingers continued to explore and he worked hard to relax - which surprisingly took little effort, compared to how things normally were, back in the "real" world.
"It would be rather hypocritical of me to judge you for being new at this when I'm equally inexperienced," he pointed out, eyebrows rising though his smile refused to leave, "We'll just have to fail or fly together, m'lady."
She followed his lead nicely, the whole thing a pleasant surprise to Fish altogether. Who'd have thought his silly play time during childhood years would come in handy in a pinch like this? Cabbages seemed impressed by it all, which had him swelling up with pride -- which was ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. Why should he care whether she was impressed or not? It wasn't as if he wanted to impress her, right?
..... right?
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were the natural, not I. Are you sure you're not hiding something?" Amusement tinged his tone as he teased her playfully, one blue eye managing a wink. "Maybe you're really a princess just pretending to be a commoner. That would explain your graceful dancing skills."
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 11:20 pm
 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.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2019 11:41 pm
Cabbages
"We'll just have to fall or fly together, m'lady."
For a moment, Cabbages let out a snicker--but she surprised herself by the sheer sincerity of his voice, and even more startling was how she responded to it, a flush creeping over her cheeks. It was cheesy, it was campy--but she adored it, wanted him to say more, and by the time he was calling her princess it was everything she could do not to giggle.
"I suppose there's no hiding it--you caught me, my gentleman caller," she responded coyly, squeezing his arm while they swayed. "But it's said that any princess can only dance as well as she's led, so I think the credit goes back to you."
She broke away from his grip just to have the space to twirl to the music, and then she fell right back into his arms, holding him tight to make sure this was still real. As long as she held onto something, then this wouldn't be a dream of someone dancing with her for something other than pity. As long as she held his hand, everything stayed this way for just a little bit longer, before the other shoe dropped and something horrible happened. It was just the way of things.
"You know, you have quite the talent for sweeping a girl off her feet," she admitted, leaning in closer with stars in her eyes. "Are you sure you aren't a professional? I can't tell--I never even got to go to prom."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 12:02 am
Fish Out of Water
As his dancing partner snickered, he could feel his skin beginning to grow warm as he flushed, the color thankfully hidden beneath the ornate mask resting across his face. He'd gone too far with his schmoozing -- isn't that what they'd called it, in the movies?
Crap.
She played it off well though, tossing it back with him as well as with a compliment towards his dancing skill. He was still reeling from the temporary panic of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time that he almost wasn't prepared to stretch out his arm when she parted ways but quick reflexes had him following after his leafy green companion and holding his hand up in the air as she twirled, then swiftly returned with her weight pressing up against the front of his blue suit. Now inches away from him, eyes widened for a split second as he forgot how to breathe ---
---- and then promptly remembered as he did his best to focus on her next question as they resumed their swaying. Fingers threaded back together with hers, Fish finding his voice again as he led them towards the balcony and away from an oncoming dancing couple.
"I have a feeling that with the magic that's afoot tonight, we can be whatever we want to be this evening."
He hadn't gone to prom either - what a duo they made. No experience between the two of them when it came to dancing, when it came to parties, when it came to any sort of social function that everyone else seemed to be fitting so well into. But if magic could whisk them away and throw them together in these fancy clothes -- who was to say they couldn't keep playing pretend for the sake of one magical evening?
God only knew what she'd do if she knew who he was behind his aquatic themed mask. Best to let magic keep him hidden and allow her to continue enjoying the moment while they still had it and she still looked at him as though he hung the moon.
"And I plan on being successful in sweeping a certain Cabbage off of her feet for as long as she'll allow it."
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 8:59 pm
Cabbages
When she was young, before she had video games and gasoline to rot her brain with, Cabbages would sit in her bed while the other kids went outside and make up a hundred stories to pass the time, moments when she was a queen or a pirate or an spy or a queen pirate spy. Of course, all of that paled compared to the real thing, which was really just pretending with her body as much as her mind, but twirling in Fish's arms made her really think that just for an evening, she could be whatever he said she was.
"If we can be whatever we want, will you be mine?" Cabbages blurted out before her courage could fail her, licking her lips. Another guilty pang stabbed in her chest, thinking about Covey, but--maybe if she squinted and tilted her head, she could pretend that's who this stranger was, too.
"I could be yours, too," she added, letting the hand on his arm drift up. She hesitated, and then let the cup of her palm meet the curve of his cheek, just like people did in movies. Her lips quirked into a little grin. "Only until midnight, of course, but every moment before then could be yours. What do you say?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 8:06 am
The Gatekeeper
The Gatekeeper bowed her head in greeting, a light courtsy in her legs. She didn't actually really... know how her personage was supposed to greet people, but that seemed the best bet given the situation. She sipped her drink, glancing out at the gala for a moment.
"I am honestly wondering how she got so many people here. And marvelling that nothing bad has happened yet," she said, with a bit too much joy at that fact. Large gatherings of powered individuals always seemed to have something go wrong, and the fact that nothing had was quite a shock.
"My wonder is far too small for this sort of thing."
She looked at him, then passed him and could have sworn she saw...
Her mother.
In the flesh, so to speak, floating through the gala. The Gatekeeper's face paled beneath her mask and she inched slightly behind the Light Wizard to block her view of her.
How was she here? How was she alive? Had she truly.... truly survived that youma attack?
Those were questions The Gatekeeper did not want answers to.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 8:53 am
A Good TimeThe taller one started stumbling over words — just her name, really — but A Good Time thought it was flattery enough. He thanked the Mask Gods of Chauvet that they blessed his face with a half-mask and left his mouth free for business. But she recovered quickly, and gathered a certain dourness about her that proclaimed a Decidedly Bad Time. No matter, though, for A Good Time knew how to clear that up.
Heartshocker, though. He knew it as an epithet for a defibrillator, and the association alone was enough to dampen his smile. Marginally. Momentarily.
With a breath, Scholomance A Good Time pulled his shoulders back and swept part of his gold-laid coat behind to rest his elbow against the banister. The other one had just as much issue as Heartshocker, it seemed.
Heartshocker and Minny Clover," he confirmed, attention shifting from one to the other. ******** everyone here looked dressed to the nines and it made his palm sweat. So much for holding his champagne glass steady. "Call me Sarcoma —"<********, ah, A Good Time." Double ********. What a way to stumble straight out of grace and into the dumpster. "So. Do either of you have any idea what's going on here?"seiana_zi apologies for the late tag!
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 10:59 am
Bumblebee (Dessie Jacobs)Blue eyes drifted from the foyer below, the shades of the past getting more and more visible, to the ceiling above them where stars were opening up. Either the alcohol was stronger than any other she had ever swiped or there was some magical s**t going down, considering how they got there and where they all were the later was a much better guess. Absently, almost curiously, Bumblebee held her hand out just enough for the cat on the banister to sniff it if it was so inclined. Personally she prefer dogs but they took a lot of care and it was much harder to remain mobile with a pet. Even after four years it was sometimes hard to realize that she no longer had to worry about going from city to city, running from the authorities and her past. Her past was well and truly dead. She had seen his body left with the trash, he was dead. She was truly free, and yet there were times when it did not feel like it. With a tasking click of her tongue Bumblebee tried to entice the cat over a bit, its fur just looked so soft and cuddly. "I guess, I don't have any pets so I can only assume your right. At least you have two to keep you company tonight." She absently wondered if these particular felines were guardians too or were they just whisked away with their tall owner. "Nope. Can't say as I do." Her eyes glanced at him, the mask making it rather difficult to determine anything about him besides his eye and hair color. "The gallery is likely packed with people, this place has a better view anyway." A better spot to observe the crowd, to remain on alert, to see when and how this little shindig turn into the trap it likely was. It was inevitable that any large gathering would be some kind of trap, it was what Bumblebee was counting on actually. Once more the young woman turned her focus back to the crowd only to freeze for a second as a ghostly apparition caught her attention. For a moment it felt as if her very heart stopped when she saw a tall, bulky, blond ghost... it couldn't have been him! He was dead! Dead and gone! Pale blue eyes darted around the foyer even as she leaned further over the banister only to slide back with a sigh when she found the 'familiar' ghost. It wasn't him. It had just been her imagination. Thank God. "Damn ghosts," Bumblebee muttered quietly as she tried to shake the scare. Her mind reminding her that her father was dead and buried, his starseed removed. Burned, eaten, crushed... it didn't matter since he was dead. He wasn't coming back. Ever. No matter what she sometimes feared.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 11:02 pm
Fish Out of Water
Her forwardness caught him by surprise with her request, though upon quick reflection it shouldn't have. She was a girl who knew what she wanted - when wasn't she upfront and honest with whatever she had to say, after all? He'd simply never been on the receiving end of that request line before, throwing him off of his game as his brain raced to come up with a comeback that was at least half as smooth as her question.
"I've been yours since the moment we met."
As the cool palm slid across his cheek, he had a moment of stillness - almost jerking back instinctively at having his face touched, but given enough warning by her slow, deliberate movement to mentally prepare himself for what was coming. Her skin was soft. Soft and tender, like the words that murmured out a comment about midnight... a pumpkin joke, maybe?
He wasn't sure but he was pretty sure she was making a pumpkin joke.
His hand moved up to retrieve hers, gently pulling it away from his cheek and instead, brought it towards his mouth. Brushing his lips across her knuckles, he returned her smile with one of his own.
If she wanted a handsome stranger for the evening, he could oblige her with the role. She didn't have to know he was a humble errand boy. She didn't have to know he was a disappointment. No - he was anyone tonight, after all.
"I'd say you've got yourself a deal, Miss Cabbages."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2019 3:07 pm
Heartshocker (Nembus)She guessed she wasn't the only person having an issue with names... Sable-rin and Sable-rain definitely didn't sound like the name of a star. Or a mineral, she guessed. Nembus really couldn't tell who anyone was under the mask, or under whatever kind of weird aura dampening was going on in this room... "I'll go with Minny," offered Nembus, softly, before turning her attention back to the other. He, too, seemed to struggle with his name. Interesting. She blamed it on some weird magic but took note of it nevertheless, wondering what exactly was at work here. What brought them here? Why were they were? Why were they masked? It seemed A Good Time--definitely a better name than Sarcoma, she supposed--had similar questions. She turned out to look at what was below them, what was above them. "Not really," admitted Nembus, awkwardly, as she watched a couple people mill about. "I just got an invite randomly one day, asking Cirrus," ********, " Heartshocker to attend some gala for Chauvet ... Squire? And now I'm here. There's a gallery with items from past lives, I guess?" Did she have a past life? Had she known anything about it before she left most of her current life in the past? With a small chuckle, she added, "And apparently, I'm also unable to say my name."
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