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.

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[tragic_mask]

Melpomene strides-- at least, glides purposefully-- towards the bar. She looks out of place in the vicinity without a cigarette smoking in her hand.

She waves to Ako with a gloved hand. "Thank you for doing this. If you'd like to dance anytime during the evening, I can take over for you."

Not as if I'll be dancing and romancing myself, she adds to herself, a tad dramatically.

[withamagicword]

And at some point during the night, there is a man standing next to her in black.

"Excuse me, madame. May I have this dance?"

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene curtsies, all laughter beneath the facade of formality.

"You may, good sir. Let us proceed to the dance floor post-haste."

[withamagicword]

He chuckles and extends his arm, bowing to her.

"Twould be my honor, fair maiden."

[tragic_mask]

She smiles and puts her gloved hand on his arm.

"It's been a long time since I was last called that. My bitter outlook on life gets in the way of my natural beauty," she says with a dramatic sigh, and glides out to the dance floor.

[withamagicword]

"You have always been beautiful to me, fair lady, and your eyes, even masked, shimmer with the lights of strange dreams and fairer skies."

He takes her hand with one hand and placed the other at her hip, then leads her into the steps. And lo and behold, he is a damn fine dancer.

[tragic_mask]

[ooc: I've tagged the dance floor with something a little different, sorry - I was just tired of all the waltzes. later on they can have a slow dance, or something. :D?]

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

"That's quite alright, dearling."

She says with a bright chrip,

"I'm quite content here."

[tragic_mask]

"If you insist," she smiles. "But I'll have a glass of something bubbly, if you don't mind."

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

She laughs again, bright and cheerful, and pours a glass of something bubbly indeed,

"Certainly, certainly."

[tragic_mask]

"Thank you." Melpomene picks up the glass and takes a gulp sip.

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

"Is something wrong, dear?"

Asks the Fox, with a maternal lilt to her voice.