Le Masquerade

[tragic_mask]

[ooc: please go first to the Through the Door thread. Thanks.]

 ETA: As of this thread, all new threads in the masquerade are now after midnight [the links below are now re-linked to after-midnight sub-threads]. React at your leisure.

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.

Comments

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

"Do you have a vintage you prefer, or would you just like the house red?"

She asks with a cheerful (and fangy) smile.

[cywyllog]

"Oh, just whatever it is you have on hand." She replies, caught a little off guard by the question. "I am not terribly picky."

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

She'd raise her eyebrows, but, well, in this form she doesn't have any. So she just nods and finds a bottle of something nice enough...but nothing gormet. Might as well save the truely good things for people who can appreciate them fully,

"House it is, then! Enjoy!"

[cywyllog]

"Thank you." Cywyllog accepts the glass gratefully. "It seems a shame for you to be working here all evening. Will you be able to enjoy the party at all?"

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

"Deary, I'm a Fox."

She says brightly, tails swaying back and forth,

"The day I can't amusem myself with alcohol is the day they strip me back down to one tail."

[cywyllog]

"So I see." Cywyllog peers over. "I imagine you will have a lovely time, then."

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully as good of a time as all of you."

She chirps, brightly.