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

Re: Dance Floor

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

"On that you are right." And it brought a whole slew of worries back to the witch.

She pushed them away. "But tonight, is for dancing."

Re: Dance Floor

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

"Of course", he says, shrugging away the previous conversation easily, and spinning her.

Re: Dance Floor

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

Thea laughed carelessly. Tonight was for dancing, indeed.

She played her part very well. The maiden, spinning and following his lead; dancing with a grace fashioned from years of yoga and paying attention. And for a while, she forgot how lonely she was, forget how terribly much she missed Viktor and simply allowed herself to be.