tragic_mask | Le Masquerade

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The ballroom itself is a burst of dazzling light. Hanging from the vaulted ceiling are two gold-wrought chandeliers, both of which glow brightly over the occasion, and tall lanterns shine throughout the room.

The grand staircase descends with a flourish and opens onto the main ballroom. A balcony, which providing a clear view of the goings-on below, runs all the way around the edge of the room. It can be reached via any of the four spiral staircases in each corner of the ballroom.

Below, the wooden dance floor flickers gently in the light from above, and musicians in the side room play soft, classical music. Meg Giry, the dance mistress for tonight, is on the floor with a microphone in hand.

A low, wooden bar in the corner provides hors d’oeuvres and drinks to revelers; small tables for two sprinkle the area.

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"And since the planning committee doesn't seem to have appointed any historians..."

She sighs.

"...we may just have to take on the burden ourselves."

"It's a heavy burden," he agrees. "But someone should. Times like this need to be remembered."

A hand wave indicating how heavy he sees the burden.

She pats him on the shoulder.

"Dear, responsible you. Your sacrifice will be remembered."

"I hope that others will leave my funeral in attractive groups," he says. "To honor my memory."

She slips a finger beneath her mask to wipe away a tear.

"I'll do my best to see your wishes carried out."

Parker nods, sadly.

"So, been meeting and greeting all these mysterious people? Anyone interesting?"

"Haven't done that much meet and greet," she admits.

"Been dancing mostly."

"You know how to dance?" Parker asks, curious.

She laughs.

"I'm a woman of many talents."

"Never said I doubt it," Parker says. "Just surprised that one of those involves walz music."

She grins.

"Not saying I'm the greatest at a waltz, but I'm a quick study. Plus I think enthusiasm has to count for something."

Parker grins, raises his glass, "To continuing to do activities where enthusiasm counts."

Having no glass, she curtseys instead.

"Amen to that."

"How's your kitten?" he asks. "Named yet?"

She grins.

"Still wobbling around. Hasn't quite mastered jumping onto the bed yet, but he's determined. Named him Clay, short for Claymore."

Parker shakes his head. "Wait. I knew the cat's name. The pony. he have a name yet?"

She laughs gently.

"Don't worry about it; I can't remember who I've told. But yeah, finally got around to naming the horse. Ferreus. Friend of mine even gave me a riding lesson."

A grin.

"Ferreus. Mean anything?"

"'Of iron' in Latin. I'll probably be taking him out more, now that I know how to do more than brush him."

Parker grins. "Iron, huh? Strong names for your animals."

"The horse is young and smug. The kitten--"

She holds her hands a short distance apart.

"--is about this big." She can't help smirking.

"The level of irony varies."

"Well, that is about the size of a claymore."

He grins. "And it'd be more ironic to name a smug horse 'kitten'."

She laughs.

"If I called him that, he'd probably kick me in the teeth."

A snort. "And then you'd lose your pretty smile."

"Clearly my only option is to play into his vanity."

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