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Masquerade! Paper faces on parade~
Who: Absolutely everyone
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~
All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.
Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.
At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)
In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.
Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.
The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.
[OOC: Feel free to tag into the location threads or make your own~ It's a completely open post, just have fun!
Also, the perfectly adorable drawing was done by the wonderfully artistic Reiko~
Note: The overflow post for the ball can be found here]
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~
All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.
Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.
At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)
In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.
Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.
The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.
[OOC: Feel free to tag into the location threads or make your own~ It's a completely open post, just have fun!
Also, the perfectly adorable drawing was done by the wonderfully artistic Reiko~
Note: The overflow post for the ball can be found here]
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[ high school parties were never quite like this. ]
But still... it's nice, every once in a while.
[ if for nothing else than a change of pace. even after only a few weeks here, he can see why people would need that. ]
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Even if she is a little outside of her comfort zone, it's an enjoyable experience that she wouldn't want to give up. She only wishes Serph were here to enjoy it, too. Roland...and especially Jinana.
They all deserved it.
...It's no use dwelling, though. Argilla only smiles, holding up her little plate with the cake.]
Would you like some?
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[ was it that obvious?
then again, he had staring at quite intently for some time now, hadn't he... if she really didn't mind, he'd be happy to take a bite.
or two. or three. ]
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Argilla shakes her head.]
Not at all. There's plenty more as well, if you'd like your own.
[No harm in sampling it beforehand, though. She hands it to him as promised. He can take as many bites as he likes.]
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he takes a bite, making sure to do so thoroughly before nodding. ]
It's good.
[ not that he'd ever really had any doubts... ]
You have good taste.
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[She grins a bit, watching him. He can probably appreciate it more than she can, she realizes... so she won't ask for it back, unless he offers it. There's just a thoughtful smile on her face.]
I wonder...
[The fallen that she's devoured. Even here in Vatheon.
She wonders if they'd agree with him.]
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though he wouldn't blame her for not sparing him anyway. ]
Wonder what?
[ he's forgotten his own comment after his binge eating spree. ]
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That shakes Argilla out of her thoughts, thankfully. It's rude to stare while someone's eating, too, she imagines, so she breaks eye contact with him for a moment just a moment, looking down at the half of the cake that's left.
She could have stopped him at any time, really, and the fact that she didn't should tell him something.]
No, it-- it's nothing.
[She looks back up at him, making no gesture to take it back.]
You should finish it.
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[ he pauses, waiting for confirmation... though he doesn't seem particularly resistant to the idea.
he might feel some regret for it later, but right now he really does want to eat more... so at the first sign of her agreement, he digs right back in again until there's nothing more left.
that didn't take long... ]
That was really good. I owe you.
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She'll glance over on occasion though, as not to be rude to him. And at his comment upon finishing, she simply tilts her head, since she has no idea what he could possibly be talking about. The cake had been free, so there's no monetary value involved...
Really, she doesn't see how he owes anything at all.]
I'm glad you liked it. It's quite popular tonight, from what I could tell.
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[ it might not have cost her anything, but it's hard not to feel some pangs of gratitude. it had been her cake, after all, and in the end he'd been the one to eat it... well, most of it. ]
There were two other ones, weren't there?
[ he'd seen what looked like three... perhaps the other two are worth trying as well. ]
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Or something.]
I believe so. Probably so that there would be enough to accommodate everyone.
...Though I'm not sure they are all the same.
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[ he pauses though, realizing argilla probably isn't in the mood for more cake. he can wait until later to sample the rest...
probably. ]
Hm... have you danced yet?
[ he's been dragged out onto the dance floor a few times, enough to consider himself a consummate pro. even if he is far, far from that. ]
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